I shrugged. “I’m not one-hundred percent sold on it yet, but I was thinking
maybe Camaro.”
Darren’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why Camaro?”
“Because she’s fast like one,” I replied.
He chuckled. “There are faster cars, you know.”
I almost rolled my eyes. “I’m aware, but I don’t think Lamborghini or Bugatti
have the same ring to it.”
That wasn’t the real reason. It was really because my grandma had an old 1969
Camaro ZL-1 that she and my grandpa had bought together as an anniversary
present for each other. My grandpa passed away two years ago, and my grandma
knew how much I loved that car. On occasion, my grandpa and my dad would let me
help tweak the engine when I was younger. I had fond memories of that car, and my
grandma knew it. So it was going to be a wedding present to me whenever Jason
and I finally planned to get married. We were gonna drive off in the old thing,
dragging cans and shit behind us. So much for that.
Darren shrugged. “Whatever you want. I like Camaro.”
Maybe that was the approval I needed … Camaro it is, then.
“Can I take her outside?” I asked.
It took Darren only a second to think about it as he pushed his now empty plate
away from him. “Sure, as long as you take your guards with you, and you stay
within the lining of the trees. No going beyond them.”
“Okay,” I promised.
Darren stood from his chair and kissed the top of my head. “I have work to do.
I’ll see you at dinner.”
When he was gone, I slid out from my chair and headed back to my room to get
Camaro and change. She was sleeping in her crate next to her slightly empty dog
bowl when I came in, but she quickly woke when she heard me rustling around in
the closet. I put on a pair of snow pants and boots, my coat, hat, and gloves then
grabbed one of the leashes and snow coats. Camaro yipped and whined as I came
toward her crate, pulling her out and wrestling with her to get the coat on. Once I
had it zipped up, she continued to bite at it while I wrapped the leash around her
neck and clipped the end.
Why hadn’t Darren gotten her a collar? I forgot to ask him that at lunch.
Picking her up, I carried her out of the room and out into the hall, Romero and
Alex trailing behind automatically. They actually had their coats on this time, so
they were prepared when I headed for the sliding doors downstairs. Stepping onto
the patio, I set Camaro in the snow, and she immediately started to run and play in
the snow. I kept a good hold on the leash but still tried to keep up with her, so I
didn’t tug too hard. I didn’t want to lose her in the trees.
We spent a good hour and a half out there, playing and exploring. She was a
curious and energetic puppy, and the longer I played with her, the more the name
seemed to fit. She was so damn cute and feisty. I loved it.
“Miss Jaden,” Romero called. “It’s time to go in. You need to get ready for
dinner.”
“Booooo,” I whined but complied. I picked Camaro up and carried her back into
the house and up to the bedroom. Placing her on the ground, I took off her coat and
leash and let her run around the room for a while. I then glanced over to find
clothes had been laid out on the bed. I walked over to find a lacy tight looking red
dress that would likely stop just before my knees and a pair of sparkly red stilettos.
When I lifted the dress to examine the material, noticing just how low the neckline
was, I found Darren’s Christmas present to himself hiding underneath. Fire engine
red lace lingerie. It was a matching bra and thong set with a matching garter belt
and nude thigh highs. The bra contained strings at the front, tying the two cups
together and inevitably forming a bow. Ha-ha.
Merry Christmas to him…
I left the clothes where they were and headed for the bathroom for a shower.
Afterward, I curled my hair and did my makeup, giving myself a soft smoky eye and
dark red lip. Slipping into the lingerie and clipping on the nude stockings, I checked
myself out in the bathroom mirror. Fuck, I looked hot, like stripper hot. Maybe I’d
play this to my advantage. Maybe I’d be the one to bring Darren to his knees for
once.
Heading over to the bed, I slipped the dress and heels on and went to put
Camaro back in her crate with a few of her toys, food, and water. I didn’t want her
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