ARIA'S POV - 6:47 PM
Aria stood in front of Damien's full-length mirror, smoothing down the deep emerald dress she'd chosen for tonight.
The dress was one he'd bought for her last week...silk that clung to her curves, with a modest neckline but a back that dipped dangerously low. Elegant but with an edge. Exactly what he'd asked for when he'd said "wear something beautiful."
She'd spent the past two hours in his room, exactly as he'd instructed. A long bath to soothe her aching muscles. Rest on his impossibly comfortable bed. Time to decompress from the intensity of the day.
The vibrator sat on his nightstand now, cleaned and put away, but her body still remembered its presence. Still felt the phantom sensation of being filled, controlled, claimed.
Her phone buzzed.
I'm five minutes away. You look beautiful. Don't ask me how I know—I had the doorman send me a photo.
She looked up, found the small camera in the corner of the bedroom, and rolled her eyes even as she smiled.
