33. Peter

33

PETER

P eter selected a dark red silk tie from his collection, the color complementing his charcoal-colored suit. Standing in front of the mirror, he draped the tie around his neck and, with practiced movements, crossed the wide end over the thin one, looped it underneath, and brought it up through the neck opening.

The truth was that he didn't wear ties often, but when a man was almost two centuries old, he'd had enough practice to do it blindfolded.

He tucked the wide end down through the loop he had created, tightening and adjusting the knot to sit neatly against his collar. After ensuring that the tie was centered and the length was right, he smoothed down his suit jacket and inspected his reflection with a satisfied nod.

He looked handsome and debonair if he said so himself.

The gold cufflinks had been a present from his mother upon his acceptance to the Guardian training program, and they added to the look he was going after tonight, which was refined sophistication.

Peter chuckled to himself. Was he a good enough actor to fool anyone?

Not likely. A tailored suit and a pair of fancy cufflinks could not replace years of formal education in snobbery.

As Marina stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her chest and another around her hair, Peter lifted his hand and smoothed it over his goatee.

"Don't worry." She patted the one on her head. "I'm the queen of quick blowouts."

He snorted. "Yes, you are. But it's called blow jobs, not blowouts."

Marina rolled her eyes. "Nice try." She dropped the towel covering her body, which was a pure act of revenge because she knew he could do nothing about it.

They needed to arrive on time.

"You are wicked," he said, his eyes glued to her sashaying naked ass.

She looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes hooded, and a naughty smirk lifted her lips. "I know."

Oh, she was going to pay for that.

"Wear the wrap dress," he called after her.

"I am. You told me you wanted me to wear it tonight when you bought it for me."

He had, but he hadn't told her the rest of his plan. He would tell her later.

"Can you find it for me? It will save us time. Also, the black shoes."

"Sure thing, sweetheart."

When she emerged from the bathroom fifteen minutes later, with her hair and makeup done and sporting a new, sexy lingerie set, he held the dress up but didn't hand it to her.

She reached for the hanger, but he held it up.

"Peter." She tried to jump for it. "We are going to be late."

He shook his head. "Take off your bra and panties."

Noting the mischievous glint he no doubt had in his eye, she shook her head. "We don't have time for games." Her voice sounded breathless.

He'd known that it would excite her. "We are not going to play now. Take them off, and I'll give you the dress."

Her eyes widened. "You can't be serious."

"I'm dead serious. Do as I say."

The scent of her arousal hitting his nostrils was all the confirmation he needed that she was very much on board for the game he had in mind.

"Yes, sir."

She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, sliding the shoulder straps down her arms, letting it fall off, and tossing it on the bed. Next, she hooked her thumbs in her thong panties and shimmied out of them.

As Peter's erection threatened to escape the confines of his boxer shorts and he began to sweat, he realized that his plan was going to be sweet torture that would last long hours unless he got some creative ideas, like sneaking Marina into the bathroom or the supply closet in his cousin's restaurant and fucking her into oblivion, or having her prove her claim that she was the queen of blow jobs.

Striking a pose, Marina extended her hand. "Are you going to hand me the dress or not?"

He offered it to her without a word, knelt at her feet, and helped her into the impossibly high heels.

Marina was a beautiful woman, but she was a vision standing naked in four-inch stilettos, with her hair and makeup done to perfection.

Still kneeling, he watched her put the dress on, wrap it around her body, and secure it with a belt, which she tied tightly around her narrow waist.

"I hope I'm not going to flash anyone but you."

He pushed to his feet and wrapped his arm around her middle. "Don't worry. I'll make sure no one gets to see what's mine."