Owning Her

Chapter Eleven

Merry Christmas (if you celebrate it)!

The following morning, as Vivian awoke in the cabin, the smell of sausages and syrup filled the air. She sat up and stretched until she felt her spine loosen. Before Vivian could even pull back the brown and teal duvet, Greyson filled the doorway to the primary bedroom. In front of him was a wheeled cart ladened with so many breakfast foods she thought her head was going to spin.

"Don't you dare move a muscle out of that bed," Greyson softly commanded. She leaned back into her pillows and giggled.

"My birthday is tomorrow, you know," she said as he pushed the cart over to the foot of the bed.

"I don't care because I already told you that I have plans to spoil you all week long," he retorted. Greyson pulled out a tray that he unfolded to be big enough to fit across both of their laps as they ate in bed.

Vivian leaned comfortably into the pillows and watched as Greyson loaded the lap table with everything from the cart. When he finished, he carefully joined her on the bed and pulled the table over their legs.

"Do you want to watch TV while we eat, or do you want just to sit and talk?" Greyson asked her.

"I would rather we sit and talk, or we can even just sit in comfortable silence and eat," Vivian said.

"Well, then, how about I tell you a few of the things I have planned for you tomorrow?" Greyson handed her an empty plate so she could pile it with whatever she liked.

"Oh yes, please," she said as she piled sausage, french toast, and scrambled eggs onto her plate.

So he told her about tomorrow, well, some of it anyway. As he explained how he planned to make her breakfast again tomorrow before everything else, Vivian's eyes wandered over the room while she ate. Her favorite thing in this room of the cabin was the wooden recreation of a deer's head that hung above the dark stone fireplace just across from the giant bed. In fact, the bed they currently occupied was so big that it surpassed even a California King-sized bed. Greyson then explained that around lunchtime, she would be heading to a spa with an unlimited tab to do whatever she wished until six tomorrow evening. The spa would provide food as part of the package he opened a tab for, and she could do as she pleased. While Vivian was relaxing at the resort, Greyson explained that he would be back here at the cabin getting it ready for a surprise, but he refused to explain. He only told her that when they came back from dinner after her relaxation vacation, she would hardly recognize the inside of this place.

Anticipation buzzed underneath Vivian's skin as Greyson cleared away the remains of breakfast. She found her gaze wandering over the heavy navy drapes over the windows that occupied most of the wall facing the front of the cabin.

"All of that is to say you have no idea what I have in store for you today," he said as he stood in front of the armoire a few minutes later. Greyson had returned the dishes to the kitchen, and he was buzzing with excitement more than she was.

Greyson dramatically threw open the doors to the clothing cabinet, and Vivian gasped. Inside the cabinet hung the contents of the rest of her suitcases from last night. Each piece of clothing still had a tag on it.

"You're crazy," Vivian whispered in awe as she climbed off of the bed—each piece of clothing in the armoire themed around fairies and cottagecore witches.

"I'm crazy for you, Viv," he said as he nuzzled the shell of her ear from behind. "Pick an outfit fit for tea, drinks, and dancing."

She trailed her fingers over everything in the closet and pulled out a pink dress that made her heart stop. The sleeves hung below her shoulders, but tiable straps held them up over her shoulders. It was a dusty rose color with pale yellow and blue flowers all over the dress. Soft fringe hung along the sleeves and the top of the bust. There was a slit up the right side of the dress that also had fringe hanging from it.