Page 3 of Dark Truth

I could smell my scent on him, and from the look in his eyes, I knew I’d have to eat quickly. He was ready for far more than cunnilingus on his office desk, and I was more than willing to satisfy. We didn’t have a playroom here. We’d gone beyond that kind of thing and could go to Elmo’s for that if we wanted it. Which gave me another idea, one I’d discuss with him later. When the thought of letting others watch me would drive him mad with desire.

Emily

I thought about that letter off and on over the next two weeks. I really wanted to just forget the whole thing and let it go, but something wouldn’t let me. Maybe it was that part of me had once been a little girl who looked up to her older brother. Or the grown woman who wanted to be seen. I wasn't sure, but I couldn’t let it go. I knew I should make a decision, and I knew Dylan would support whatever I decided.

That didn’t mean I wanted to, though. There was also a part of me that said, let them all stew for a while. I wasn’t normally vindictive, but I wasn’t perfect either. Something ugly and mean in me said they needed to learn. They hadn’t learned when I’d made it clear I was unhappy. They hadn’t learned when I point-blank said that they took me for granted. No, they’d just gone on as if I hadn’t said anything at all. Well, now they’d know what it was like to wonder and to worry maybe.

I went about my job and lived through each day as much as I could with happiness. Three days had now passed since I’d read the stupid thing, and I was a bundle of nerves I screeched when my phone buzzed. It had been so quiet, and I’d been so engrossed in my thoughts that the sound startled me.

“Hello?” I said, even though I knew it was Dylan. I slid my Louboutin heels off and smiled. “What can I do for you, handsome?”

“I’m your superior, my dear. Shouldn’t you call me sir, or Mr. James, perhaps?” His voice purred down the line, and my head swiveled into my shoulder with glee.

“Mm, I probably should. Maybe you should come up here and instruct me on how to answer your calls properly?” My voice was breathy, a sound I’d cringe at if I ever used it on anyone but Dylan. Although, he had said I’d make a fortune as a phone sex operator. I wasn’t sure those were still a thing, but he knew best.

“I’d do you one better, pet. Pack a bag or two. I’m going to take you away for the weekend. Back to that little cabin in the woods. Where I can teach you so many things, pet, so many things.”

“Oh, that sounds like fun, sir. I’m not sure I want to go away this weekend. Maybe I’d like to stay home.”

“I think you’ll do as I say, pet.” His voice became stern, quiet, but only because someone must have entered the room. Otherwise, he’d have remained playful.

“Where are you?” I asked, curiously.

“I’m at Elmo’s. I needed Roxie to arrange a few things for me.”

“Hmm. Now what could Roxie possibly arrange for you, Dylan?” I wondered if it had anything to do with the things I’d said to him a few nights ago.

“Things, my dear. Now, pack your bags like a good girl. Don’t be difficult.”

“Of course not, sir. I will be ready.” He hadn’t said a time, but that didn’t matter. I hung up the phone and went up to our penthouse. I loaded a travel bag with the clothes I’d need up there: a pair of jeans, some underwear, and a sweatshirt. I packed a warm nightgown, just in case, and added a few pair of socks.

There was a washer if I needed to wash my clothes, but I knew I’d barely have any on the entire time we were there. There were robes, food, a few other things up there, in case anyone needed them. I packed my toiletries, medicine, and a laptop. I might want to watch a movie or something on the plane. Once we were there, Dylan would keep my busy.

I laid down on the bed, suddenly flooded with fatigue. I’d only packed a bag, but it was late in the day, and I hadn’t slept well the night before. I only meant to close my eyes against the afternoon sunlight, but when I woke up, the room was dark and Dylan was standing over me.

“You ready, Emily?” he asked softly.

“Yes, sorry, let me just run to the bathroom.” I pushed up, brushed my hair out of my face, and ran to the bathroom.

It took ten minutes, then we were ready to go. I had my hiking boots on, my hair was tied up, and I wore a long black sweatshirt over my jeans. I was ready to go, but my brain was still sluggish. I fell asleep on Dylan as the plane took off a short while later.

He woke me up as the plane landed. I was a little refreshed now and looked around the route happily as he drove us up to the cabin.

“I’d started to think you were going to sleep through the whole trip. Are you alright?” He looked concerned but kept his gaze on the road.

He was always a careful driver.

“I’m fine. Probably just stress. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“That’s why we’re coming up here. I thought you’d need a break from worrying about your family. It won’t be long, and we’ll be so far away from them they’ll never find you.”

I wanted to say he didn’t know my family, but it would only sound snotty, and I didn’t want that. It was only a few more minutes before he pulled up to the cabin. The lights had been left on for us, and a note and the keys were on the counter by the sink.

“They hope we enjoy our stay, and they’ll send up a cleaner when we’re done. We’re not to worry about anything,” I said to Dylan as he carried in the bags.

“It’s not that big, so it’s not a problem to clean up before we go,” he said, but I knew he was only talking to himself. He set the bags down and shut the door behind him. “Now, get that bath going, and let’s have a nice, hot soak.”

“You check the fire. I learned how cold it can be when we get out of the bath the last time we were here,” I said over my shoulder and heard Dylan chuckle.