All Chapters of TRUST ME: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The tattooist spoke to her in French and Sandra suddenly became fascinated with her as she walked around Creighton, looking at the drawing. She smiled at him as he sat down in the seat next to Sandra, removing his shirt to reveal his muscled chest and flat stomach. Sandra narrowed her eyes as she watched the woman assemble the supplies, glancing repeatedly to him. She actually found herself wanting to shout at the girl to keep it professional. The man belonged to her.“Green eyes suit you very well, my love,” Creighton told her, watching her expression. She glanced back to him and saw the amusement on his face and blushed yet again.The two artists began their cleaning of the skin and Sandra watched as they removed sterile tips from a silver box on the counter, she assumed was a sterilizer, attaching them to long tubes and began filling them with ink. The man sat in a chair behind Sandra and began to sketch the design on her back, before pressing a switch somewhere on the floor. She l

“No,” she nearly shouted. “I can’t do this without you.” Creighton chuckled, kissing her cheek.“Go change. I want you in the violet outfit first, with the stockings and sandals.” He kissed her lips briefly, before turning her toward the closed door and patting her bottom.Sandra stepped through the door behind the camera and set the bags down. The room was not very large, but sufficient with a long vanity and lighted mirror for makeup application, a settee for comfort and several coat hooks to hang clothes on. The walls were encased in mirrors, so she could examine their reflection from every angle.She pulled the items out of the bags and hung them on the hooks. There was a black and red silk teddy, a pale pink negligee and robe, two pairs of thigh-high hose, one dark and the other a suntan, and two lacy garters, one sky blue the other a bright sunflower yellow. There was a bra and panty set of see-through beige and lace, a pair of clear high-heeled sandals with crystal straps, and

“When I was younger, we had a chair in the parlor that all the kids fought to sit in,” Creighton explained sometime later as they strolled back to the hotel. “It was a big wingback, thick cushions and very comfortable. Every time I would sit in it, Andrew would pull me out and tell me it wasn’t mine. It didn’t have my initials on it.”“And now I have your initials on me.”“That means you belong to me.” Creighton smiled brightly, wrapping her hand in his.It was a little past five o’clock, and Sandra found herself wishing they didn’t have to meet up with Aryana and Daniel. She wanted to spend the rest of the day in Creighton’s arms, in the privacy of their hotel suite. She had less than a week left before she had to go home, and she didn’t want to waste time with a spoiled brat or her father.“Are we really going to eat in the Eiffel Tower?” she asked, remembering he had made reservations for them.“Yes. The restaurant is on the first floor of the tower,” Creighton told her as they re

“I’m Daniel Keane,” he said. “This crazy girl hanging off Mr. Ashford is my wife, Aryana.” “This is my fiancée, Sandra Dennis,” Creighton said dislodging the young girl from his neck. Aryana turned and looked at Sandra, eyes wide and mouth open. “Hello,” Sandra said to her, reaching her hand toward the girl who took it in stunned silence. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen her speechless,” Daniel chuckled, his tone thick with an Irish accent. “Are you ready to get some supper?” Creighton asked, wrapping his arm around Sandra’s waist as Daniel followed suit, pulling his wife out of her sudden stupor. “Crey, I can’t believe you are getting married,” she said suddenly, her own tone identifying her Italian heritage. “This is fantastico. I never thought you would get serious, always the celibe.” Daniel led the four of them toward the restaurant as Sandra turned to Creighton. “Celibe?” “Bachelor,” he smiled. “Oh, I thought she was calling you celibate.” He laughed at her conf

She placed the necklace, bracelet and earrings on the dresser and removed her iPod from the drawer where she stored her panties, shuffling through the playlists. Taking the small device back into the living area with her, she smiled at the sight of her future husband pouring the hot coffee into two matching white teacups, his feet bare and the tie around his neck absent.“You look stunning,” he told her, carrying the cups to the table where they had just made love a few hours before. “What exactly do you have on under that thing?”“That is something you’ll have to find out for yourself,” she answered with a giggle, turning on the music.“Are you going to dance for me?” he asked with a wide grin.“No, I thought we could dance together.” Creighton looked crestfallen for a moment and she laughed, but he took her in his arms and slowly moved her around the living room floor. The soft sounds of the Broadway love songs filled the room and she soon found herself the recipient of an urgent,