Suited

Fifteen

"Where is your bag?"

Fuck. I thought Signore would at least stop in the kitchen for coffee before he came up here. "Um..."

"You didn't pack did you?" I shook my head and sank into forgiveness half naked in my closet. I'd majorly overslept and couldn't make up the lost time. At least I'd managed to shower and put on underwear. I had just enough brain power to pick the ones that made my ass look good. "I sent you a list, didn't I?"

"Sì. Mi dispiace, Signore." While I genuinely was sorry, being in forgiveness was doing wonders for my back. Neat.

He sighed. "No, I should have told you to do it last night. I apologize."

Huh? "Huh?"

He meandered over to my bag collection. "I said I apologize. I should have been more clear. Which bag would you like to take?"

I got up and looked. I didn't have that many. "Whichever you like is fine. They all hold stuff." He grabbed the denim weekender. "Not that one."

He looked at me like I was crazy. "You just said whichever I liked was fine."

"Amelia likes that one. I need to throw it out." He blinked. He was so lost. "The bitch."

"Oh." He made a face, dropped it, and rolled out my hard shell carry on to see what else I had. "Which one does she hate?"

I couldn't tell if he was trying to be funny or not so I held back the giggle in my throat and bit my lip. "Do you like the suitcase?"

He looked at the outside, then opened it to see how many pockets and zips it had. There weren't many. "I do."

I smirked. "Then she thinks it's the ugliest thing in the world and should be dropped in a volcano."

It took him a second but he realized I was joking and a smile spread across his lips while his eyes scrunched up as he laughed. "Very well. You'll take this one."

The plan was simple. I'd stay at Signore's condo tonight and tomorrow night and Jessie would pick me up to take me to my facility Monday morning. It would be a test of the schedule starting next weekend as well as the expectations Signore had for me. They were  high expectations and numerous in quantity, but it was just for today and tomorrow and it would give us a chance to change things that didn't work. That being said, the man was having me pack almost double what I'd thought I'd need. I took a second glance at the list and, sure enough, he'd said as much last night.

"Sir?"

He looked up from his phone to give me a once over. His arms had been crossed over his chest and he was leaned against the island. "Sì?"

Oof. I once again became very aware I was in nothing but cuffs and boxer briefs. Unimportant. "Why do I need four pairs of underwear?" And everything else?

He went back to whatever was on his phone. "Because I said so."

"But why? It feels like overkill."

"If you keep arguing, the amount of strikes you get from the strap will be overkill." He smirked and set his phone down. "Whose cuffs are you wearing?"

"Yours."

"Who's in charge?"

"You."

"Whose are you?"

"Yours."

"Then you will trust my judgment. Obey."

"Sì Signore." I went back to packing without another word, overkill or not. I heard the door shut. Then it locked.