04

Roxanne was wearing a long, Burberry trench coat (if you lived with Mia, you would've also been able to easily spot Burberry a mile away) with black gloves.

She had an oversized shoulder bag, however, as though she were planning on spending the night.

We never mentioned her spending the night, but still the thought of having her until morning dried my mouth and scorched my throat. I swallowed hard, but unfortunately I didn't have enough saliva left.

"May I come in, Mr. Grey?" she said, smiling up at me, and the way she then bit her lip aroused me.

"Y-yes," I said, and cleared my throat once more as I opened the door wider. "You may."

Roxanne was now looking at me through her long, dark lashes as she walked into the room, her black high-heeled boots clicking against the tiled, white floor. She seemed innocent, and somehow shy, but then maybe this character was done to perfection.

"It's fine if I call you Mr. Grey, right?" she said, looking around as though it were her first time at Crane Tower.

She didn't seem impressed.

This room was far from being a suite; I should've booked myself into one. However, it wasn't my money I was using, but Mistress Lincoln's… or maybe even her husband's.

Roxanne was walking toward the two suede-cushioned, navy chairs across the room. She then focused on the TV, which was playing Beeclave Business News Network (BBNN), and the earlier clips of Jonathan and his family (or 'The Donalds,' as the media would sometimes refer to the family) were playing again.

"Chris…" I said. "Call me Chris."

Roxanne looked at me over her shoulder. Her blue eyes seemed amused; maybe it was because of how my voice had cracked.

She took the TV remote from one of the chairs and switched off the TV. She then walked my way, slowly, and as though she were walking in a straight line. She stopped in the middle of the room, however, and watched me; a smile crept on her lips, and then she bit that red, lower lip again…

Oh yes, I longed to bite that lip of hers. I really did.

"I know that the girl downstairs called me Roxanne Givens, but to you I'm Miss Givens," she said, and her voice was stern but without losing that sweetness. "We understand each other, Mr. Grey?"

I nodded quickly.

Miss Givens addressing me as Mr. Grey shot an overwhelming jolt of warmth into my stomach, forcing me to return my hands into my trouser pockets. I didn't want her to see that my hands were slightly trembling; I couldn't stop them.

However, a small smile played on Miss Givens's red lips as though she had noticed, and then she bit her lip again. It was driving me crazy, I tell you.

Before Miss Givens, I'd never been affected by the act of one biting her own lip… To be fair, before Miss Givens I'd never noticed anyone bite her own lip. She stirred… something in me, and this time the act had stirred it so violently that I felt a jolt of goosebumps through my body.

"You should've worn a thick, black tie instead of this skinny tie, Mr. Grey," she said, putting her bag on the floor. She started unbuttoning and untying her coat. "Skinny ties are for kids… A dark gray suit would've been nice, too, since this one makes you look like you're going to a funeral."

I never had an opportunity to say anything to that, because Miss Givens had opened her coat. She was wearing latex alright. When she dropped the coat onto the floor, my knees weakened.

She had a beautiful body.

Her gloves held her to her upper arms, her high-heeled boots held her to her pale thighs, and the black, latex swim suit held her small body, beautifully selling me her every curve.

The swim suit held up her breasts to appear firm, it seemed; the chest was flawless and her breasts were small, and this was an interesting change from what I was used to.

Change always made me nervous.

I didn't move from near the door, as if paralyzed not only by her youthful, pale body, but her naughty, red smile and her naughty, big powder-blue eyes as well.

"Wow," I said, quietly again.

Miss Givens, without looking away from me, went down as she reached into her oversized bag. The hand moved around a bit, until it found something, and Miss Givens's smile grew wider.

When she straightened herself back up, her hand re-emerged from the bag with a fringe whip.

"You paid for the 'Domme Experience' and I charge by the hour, Mr. Grey," she said, her voice singing. "Get naked and come worship at my feet."