Young, Allyson - Absolute Perfection [Aspire 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free Page A

of an accent in the stilted tone.
    Iris eyed him warily and then giggled. She couldn’t help herself. It was a totally bizarre situation. The giggles turned to laughter, and she watched Georgios’s face tighten further and then suddenly relax. His lips twitched, and he, too, chuckled. It seemed a little forced at first, but then she heard him laugh out loud. She gulped her hilarity into submission and managed to form a coherent sentence.
    “Maybe we should start over.”
    Georgios raised one eyebrow, his laughter fading, and she stared at him, fascinated by his resemblance to a dark lord. She had to stop reading all those romance novels with the tantalizing covers.
    “Start over?”
    “Yes. Go out into the hall and knock again.”
    He had a bemused look on his face, but he shrugged and turned to pull the door open and exit the hotel room. Iris wondered if he would just keep right on going to escape the insanity, but the knock came after a brief hesitation.

    * * * *

    Holy mother of all things holy. He had put Haley’s sister over his lap to discipline her! What in hell was wrong with him? George knew. He did. She called to him so strongly. His brain was as engaged as his cock, and he simply reacted, forgetting she wasn’t his sub. Iris made an unsafe move, and he immediately made to correct her. She could be on the phone right now to security or to the cops. He’d actually laid his hand on her perfect heart-shaped ass over those entrancing lavender panties with the little patterns of…He was doing it again. She had bewitched him. How could he think he was enough for her when he hadn’t been enough for Jane? And she was so much more than Jane. If he was smart, he’d be heading down the hall and punching the elevator button. No, taking the stairs two at a time and finding his car and heading somewhere far, far away from Iris Snider. He raised his hand and knocked on the hotel room door.
    This time he saw a shadow pass over the peep hole, and then her voice spoke behind the metal door. “Who is it?”
    He stifled another guffaw. He didn’t laugh. He had nothing to laugh about. This was serious business. “George Andreas.”
    “Do you have identification?” He did laugh then. This woman entranced him. He slid his driver’s licence under the door, knowing as he did so he’d opened his personal life up to her with the gesture, and he was just fine with it. She opened the door immediately, and he stepped inside. She handed his licence back and gave him a sunny smile so unlike Jane’s that he once again reacted, but in a wholly different way. He leaned forward and kissed her on either cheek, European style, and was rewarded with a brush of her lips on his face and the subtle waft of her perfume. Jasmine and maybe lilies.
    “It’s nice to see you again,” he said formally. “Are you ready to go?”
    Iris snatched up a light wrap and nodded. “I am. I’m looking forward to our dinner.”
    George held the door for her to precede him and checked to make sure it shut tightly before accompanying her down the hall to the elevator. He, too, looked forward to the evening and marvelled at the fact he was on a date! He wasn’t in a club dominating submissives. He was taking a beautiful woman out to dinner, and his life had just taken a turn. He hoped it was for the better because now his heart was seriously engaged.
    The walk out to his car was made in companionable quiet. A woman who didn’t need to chatter to fill the silence. Or was she nervous, uncomfortable? He stole a glance at her, but she appeared serene and content to just walk, her elbow resting in his hand as if it belonged there. George quit questioning himself. They had a lot to talk about and a great deal to learn about one another, but Iris was a natural submissive and he wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass him by. He handed her into the passenger seat and ensured her seat belt was fastened. Her hair smelled like jasmine, too, not of musk and