He was right. My panties were completely soaked after that dream. But how did he know?! “I’m not wet. What makes you think I’m wet?”
“Because Nigel is literally wiping water off your face. And your hair is soaked.”
“Oh. Oh! Right. Yeah, your little houseboy hit the brakes too hard and I spilled champagne everywhere. I wish it was water. Freaking maniac!”
“Is that true, Nigel?”
“That most certainly is not true! She was having a naughty dream. Lots of moaning. The only way to rouse her was with a glass of champagne to the face.”
“That didn’t happen.” How could he not read my pleading glare?Look at me, Nigel! Help me out of this mess!
“Yes it did!” replied Nigel. He started dabbing at my face again.
I swatted him away. “No it didn’t.” I was considering grabbing my fire extinguisher and blasting the little man away.
“Yes it did.”
“No it didn’t.”
I slapped his hand away as he tried to blot my face again and we somehow started slapping at each other’s hands repeatedly in what I can only describe as…ridiculousness.
Tanner started laughing and grabbed both of our arms. I tried to fight against his grip, but he was too strong.
“I’m sorry, Master,” said Nigel. “I shouldn’t have hit the mistress. Technically she punched me first. But I am sorry. I was bad. Are you going to have Master Matthew come punish me?”
Oh my.I had never heard someone sound so excited to be punished before.
“No,” said Tanner. “But please don’t hit her again. Can you give us a moment?”
Nigel bowed and crawled out of the limo.
“So…” said Tanner. “You just had a sex dream?” The smirk on his face made me want to run away and hide again.
“No! Don’t listen to Nigel. He’s lying.”
“Who was in this sex dream?”
“No one. Because there was no sex dream.”
“Mhm. Sure.” He grabbed Nigel’s hanky and dabbed it against my chest. Dangerously close to my cleavage. I flashed back to my dream when he’d licked the cake off my tits. It was so tempting to pull his face down into them. If I did, would he go down on melike he had in my dream? Because I needed that in my life. But he could just as easily bite my neck too.
I needed to distract myself before I did something crazy. I pulled out my phone to see how much Nigel had screwed up my makeup. The answer was…a lot. My mascara was running down my cheeks. And my hair was totally flat. I might as well have had a middle part like some dumb Gen-Z girl. Yeah, it was that bad. And I was horrified that Tanner was seeing me looking like a drowned naked mole-rat.
“Can you just have Nigel take me home? I can’t go to a cake tasting like this.”
“Like what?” asked Tanner.
“Likethis.” I pulled on a few strands of my soaking wet hair. “I look homeless. And you look all perfect.”And vampirey.
He moved back a little and gave me the up-down. “I think you look great. But if it will make you feel better…” He grabbed a glass of champagne, shrugged his shoulders, and splashed it in his own face.
I laughed.
And then he tore one of the sleeves off his suit. “How’s that?”
I was smiling so hard it hurt. “Perfect.” Seriously. That was like…the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me. That suit must have cost like 10 grand. And he destroyed it just to make me feel more comfortable.
“Shall we?” He held his hand out for me.
