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him and how to soothe his irritation.
    He blinks rapidly and his mouth twitches, but he says nothing more.
    I turn back to Amelie who still looks mortified at me and Mr. Pettifor’s interaction.
    “I’ll leave the two of you alone so that Mr. Pettifor can dress you and you can attend to his needs,” I s ay, disgusted with myself for even suggesting it.
    I try to make a quick getaway, but my CEO’s voice halts me in my tracks yet again.
    “Bella, my beautiful princess, I’d like you to stay and watch, please.”
    Oh my God - those words . Why is he doing this to me? Why does he choose now of all times to speak to me so tenderly? He’s had two years to say these things to me but he resisted and now? No, I can’t bear the image of him dressing another woman.
    I move quickly to open the door and respond without lookin g, “No, Sir. I’d rather not. Text me with the details of where to meet the two of you,” I respond, sniffing back tears. I hurry out his office door and stumble on my way out, tripping over my 4 inch heels and crashing onto my hands and knees. I try to pick myself up quickly, but Mr. Pettifor’s strong, warm hands are on my shoulders, helping me up.
    “Princess, are you okay?” he asks, sounding distraught.
    A lone stra y tear rolls down my cheek, infuriating me, but Mr. Pettifor’s thumb sweeps it away before I can.
    “Did you hurt yourself?”
    He pulls my face up and when he sees my glassy eyes, he looks startled and sickened. He should be. Hell, I’m revolted with myself for feeling so damned emotional right now. Damn Svetlana and her magical pussy.
    “I just scuffed my knees. I’ll be fine. Amelie is waiting for you, Sir. Call me with the plans,” I tell him, pulling out of his reach and practically running out the front door.
    When I get into the car waiting for me, I finally allow myself to cry. I look at my watch, deciding that three minutes should suffice. When the three minutes are up, I take a deep breath, hold it and suck my tears back.
    At my apartment, I l ay out all of the wonderful dresses and jewelry, setting one aside for this evening, and box it all up. I go through my drawers to see if I’ve left anything out that needs to be returned or thrown out and I find the funny pair of flowery panties that Mr. Pettifor bought for me when we were in Italy on a business merger. Our time in Italy holds some of my fondest memories. Touching them, I can’t help but smile.
    Mr. Pettifor bought them as a joke, but I wore them to work the next morning, making sure to wear a skirt that was just sheer enough for him to see the imprint of the flowers. He almost gave me a smile that day. Almost. After the long and tedious meeting, he pulled inside one of the empty conference rooms and asked me to strip down to my frilly panties for him. I did my first strip tease that day and from the gleam in his eyes, he quite enjoyed it. That day we not only had continental breakfast, but also continental lunch and dinner as well. Yes, I think I’ll hold onto these.
    I put them away and sift through the dresses again. Amelie will look amazing in these. I hope she makes my CEO happy. She seems like such a sweet girl, I hope she doesn’t make the mistake of falling for the insatiable and unobtainable Mr. Pettifor like I did. I would hate to think of her heartbroken like me. I will just have to let her know about LB so that she has fair warning.
    I dress myself in front of the mirror and daydream that Mr. Pettifor is dressing me, his large hands to uching my shoulders, my spine; his fingers caressing my thighs as he puts the stockings on me and then fingering me to orgasm. I will miss those fingers and that magnificent tongue of his. I will miss everything about him. Yes – absolutely everything .
    I let my hair down, the way he likes, put on the dress that he picked out for me on our very first outing, and pinch my cheeks for color.
    After checking my text messages, I head to the designated location. How