Christmas on the Thirteenth Floor

by Lee Jacquot

“I purchased this dress for you because I knew how it would look on you.” He pauses, lowering his hand to lightly grip around my neck. “And I knew how it would look when thrown on the floor.”

“When you show me that you can be a good girl, I’ll reward you. That’s how this game works.”

As though he can read my thoughts, he smirks, his dark eyes flashing to me in his periphery. “I know you can do it for me, darling.”