She would’ve thought making yet another drink for someone would be the last thing she’d want to do when she wasn’t at work, but it was different with Gideon. And it was different here, like this. It was soothing to take the things she needed from the cupboards and the fridge, set them all out on the counter, and then do as she’d been taught.
The martini glass went in the fridge, the gin and the vermouth and the brine and the bitters went into the shaker, followed by sliding two olives onto a pick. Then she scooped the ice out of the freezer and into the shaker, stirred everything together and retrieved the glass from the fridge before capping the shaker and draining the contents into the glass and topping it off with the olives.
Did bartenders just swoon when Gideon leaned against the counter and with that charming, slow smile of his, asked for a dirty martini with that posh accent?
I would give you anything dirty, Daddy.
Well, that’s how they’d gotten here in the first place, wasn’t it? She rubbed her thighs together thinking about the first time he’d murmured in her ear and how she’d almost died. Yeah, she couldn’t blame anyone for swooning over Gideon.
When she brought his drink out and kneeled in front of him, he was still on the phone. It didn’t sound like church administrative matters and surely he wouldn’t make her wait for that. But if it was one of his congregants… Not everything was great about being a priest’s girlfriend. Lover? Submissive? Little? Whatever the hell relationship that meant she waited on her knees for him to take his cocktail from her outstretched hands.
But he didn’t.
She sat there and waited and still he talked. Couldn’t he see that she wasright there? That she’d done as she was supposed to and now it was his turn to fulfill his obligations? The thought of being with him was one of the things that had helped her get through the day and now it wasn’t anything like she’d fantasized about.
Plus her knees and her shins were starting to hurt and her arms ached from holding the glass out and it wasn’t fair. He could have dismissed her. Could’ve taken the drink and set it on the table, patted his knee so she would lean her head there and be petted while he was on his call. She did not care for being neglected.
Which would explain why after another couple of minutes of growing impatience and frustration, Plum brought the distinctly no-longer-chilled glass to her chest, made sure to make eye contact with Gideon, and then poured the drink across her collarbones, where it flowed over her tits and soaked into her dress.
His eyes narrowed slightly and she felt it like a knife blade at her neck. That had not been her best decision. But she couldn’t take it back now, even though she was covered in gin and brine, and the olives were pressed against her stomach and the drink was already getting sticky between her thighs. Or perhaps that was from her own arousal.
It wasn’t that sheenjoyedgetting in trouble exactly, but there were perhaps some benefits. Like being forgiven once she’d done her penance.
Gideon didn’t hang up the phone right away. No, he made her wait, soaked with her impatience and her bad behavior and her mistakes while he finished his call. It was a relief in some ways, to feel her disobedience so concretely, but so much more mortifying in other ways. She could feel it, smell it, and anyone else near her would be able to as well.
After what felt like forever but was probably only a couple of minutes, Gideon hung up the phone and drummed his long, elegant fingers on the arm of the chair.
“Do you have regrets, my little plum blossom?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Was that tantrum perhaps not your best laid plan?”
“It was not, Daddy.”
“Then I think you know what time it is.”
She did. But even though she felt guilty and ashamed for being naughty, she also couldn’t escape her stubbornness. It was a blessing and a curse, and she suspected it was about to be quite literally a pain in her ass.
“Do you have something to say to me?”
Her stomach churned and her heart beat hard against her ribs but still she pouted as he gazed at her, his expression as neutral as if they were having tea. No, he wouldn’t look neutral if they were having tea. Gideonlikedtea. She would give anything to be tea and biscuits right now. But no, she was a gin-soaked mess.
“You have until the count of five, otherwise I will make you more sorry than you have ever been. I think you know I mean that too.”
She knew he did. Because he meant everything. It was both a threat and a promise, that steadfastness, and right now it was definitely a threat.
“One. Two. Three.”
He paused, his head tilting slightly and studying her as if he was wondering if she was really going to do it. Actually defy him further. The truth was, she didn’t know either. She might be a foolish girl, but she wasn’t stupid. On the other hand…
“Four.”
Chapter Two
Gideon’s lips parted once again and the words came out of her mouth in a rush.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. Sorry I was impatient and I made a mess and I… I just missed you.”