Free Bound by Duty: Servicing the Billionaire Part 2 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) by Adriana Rossi Page B

hung on the high, steel-colored walls beside lamps attached to the walls. She followed him past the stainless steel kitchen, which was scrubbed so meticulously that it looked like it had never been used. He opened a door into a spacious bedroom which had an adjoining bathroom.
    “Go ahead and take a shower. Inside the closet, you’ll find an arrangement of clothes to wear.”
    He was full of surprises. “Thank you, Mr. White.”
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    She had fun sampling the wide array of shampoo products and scrubs available in the shower. When she stepped out, the perfumed steam was sucked through a vent automatically. She combed her blonde hair and curled her toes on the heated tiles, rubbing at the bite marks on her neck. A black silk robe with pink flowers caught her eye and she slipped it on, relishing the smooth feel of the fabric on her skin.
    The closet was filled with designer clothes: Michael Kors, Alexander McQueen dresses and Jimmy Choo shoes. All of them were in her size. It was as if he had planned for her to end up in his apartment. A slightly depressing thought seized her mind. What if he had hired her just for sex? Mary had always thought of herself as a prideful woman. How could she live with herself knowing that she was no better than a prostitute?
    But he wasn’t the type to hire prostitutes. Surely, he could have any woman he wanted—any woman at all. And he had chosen her. Her mood brightened as rifled through the clothes. She chose a simple, black cocktail dress. The other choices seemed too extravagant, too good, for her. There was a box of silk scarves that Mary seized at once. She would need something to cover the bite wounds. She chose a colorful, bright blue one that she twisted around her neck in an elegant knot. Mary couldn’t help but try on a few pairs of her favorite designers. She ended up choosing a pair of black, strappy heels.
    She exited the bedroom in a haze of eucalyptus, lemongrass, and citrus smells. Mr. White was nowhere in sight, so she took it upon herself to explore the place. The apartment had a stale scent to it, as if the rooms were rarely occupied. She discovered an antique armoire in what seemed to be the living room. She ran her hands over the wood, wondering what century it was from. Inside were collections of porcelain with delicate floral designs, crystal glasses , and various trinkets with a bone-white hue that she suspected was ivory . Mary was a bit of an art snob, and found herself positively drooling at the artifacts he had collected. She was aching to open the doors and inspect each piece. Her heels brushed something stiff and she noticed a large Persian rug spread on the floor. It was placed under a coffee table that looked like it was made of mahogany.
    “Koa wood, actually.”
    Mary gave a little scream of surprise as she noticed his darkened silhouette hidden among the bookshelves . How long had he been skulking in the shadows? Her heart thumping wildly, she approached Mr. White.
    He had changed out of his suit with one that was freshly ironed and his skin looked faintly pink . He smelled fresh, like rainwater in a forest. The slight notes of oak and cypress tingled Mary’s nose. His eyes raked over her body, sweeping over the curves that the dress hugged tightly. His smoldering gaze rested on her cleavage, which the dress had helped amplify.
    She was beginning to recognize that look. The one that said he wanted nothing more than to tear the dress off her body and fuck her senseless. Mary had half a mind to let him.
    “How about I take you to dinner?” he said finally.
    Is he asking me on a date? “Um, sure.” Her insides leapt with joy.
    She took his proffered arm, and together they descended into the parking lot.
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    The doors to the Polish Laundry swung op en for them, and the soft wail of violins accompanied by the bell-like sounds of piano added warmth to the dimly lit restaurant. The most tantalizing smell wafted from the kitchens and Mary licked her