Chapter Thirty-One

I tuck the gift box into my tote as Kristin is returning with my coffee.

I make the noted changes to the PowerPoint slides, avoiding eye contact with Jameson while the attendant is tidying the cabin.

When she disappears again, I still don’t glance up from my laptop.

I have not yet done as instructed. I haven’t attempted a G****e search. I’m not really sure I need to, in all honesty. I think Jameson has made the connotation perfectly clear. Putting a collar on me is another form of dominance. Though… He’s already dominated me quite masterfully. I’m not certain the jewelry is necessary, either.

He’s fully in charge. Without doubt—and despite me wishing to ramp up my own game.

Regardless, he apparently finds something provocative about branding me in this fashion and I’m… Not opposed to the idea.

That’s an intricate sentiment to dissect and digest.

Which I don’t actually have the time for, at present. Kristin informs us we’re making our descent into London just as we feel the graceful dip