The Cowboy's Prize

Chapter 18

Scott was coming to pick me up for an exhibition opening shortly. A rather Avant Garde exhibition. Same Gallery, different artist but definitely up Alastair's street.

I had seen the invitation for the photographer's exhibition a couple of weeks ago and had considered going, but knew Alastair would probably attend, considering the title of the exhibition and the likely subject matter. 'Restrained' in of itself wasn't overtly controversial, but the attached picture told you exactly what kind of show it was going to be.

The stark black and white image of two wrists bound together, every fibre of the rope and every pore on the skin visible to the naked eye, made it obvious what kind of images the exhibition was going to contain. I'd seen this particular photographer's work before, and I was familiar with the amazing images he had produced in the past featuring a wide range of differing subject matter. I had immediately wanted to attend; but with Scott in my life and trying to avoid Alastair, had dismissed the idea.

Now, we had a real reason to attend and hopefully we would have an opportunity to approach Alastair's current 'Pet'.

If he had no desire to leave, we'd back off immediately. But if he was eager to escape, we were in the head space to do all we could to make that happen.

Plus I had the added advantage of knowing how to help him accomplish it. Provided Alastair hadn't changed.

But a leopard doesn't change its spots, and Alastair was equally as dangerous.

We'd prepared a 'story' just in case we had to interact with the Devil himself. I'd also written out a note to slip to our intended target in case we were unable to get him alone initially. I was never a boy scout, but in this instance I'd tried my best to be prepared for any scenario.

And tonight I had excelled myself in the costume department too.

Looking at myself in the mirror I sighed. I usually dressed much more conservatively when attending this kind of function, but tonight I'd pushed the boat out. Don't get me wrong, I loved my evening attire and I'd gone the extra mile with a light touch of makeup, mostly. Considering the forthcoming audience, I desired nothing more than to class it up just a notch. If I'd had the resources and hadn't sunk everything into my dream, there was this cute Balenciaga coat that I was drooling over.

One day.

Scott rang the bell and I ran one last critical glance over my appearance in the mirror before opening the door. I knew I'd got it right as Scott's eyes practically bugged out of their head when he saw me.

"Damn..........." Was all he managed as his light cerulean eyes turned stormy with immediate lust. "He's going to have trouble keeping his hands to himself Princess." Scott said, a definite tone in his voice.

I tipped my head to the side and looked at him before blushing. It appeared my Boyfriend was feeling possessive, and I knew that if Alastair tried anything, his security detail would have to forcibly stop Scott from attacking our current adversary.

"I can reapply." I said coquettishly as I batted my mascara laden lashes at my man and pursed my painted lips in his direction.

He bit his as he contemplated mussing my deep burgundy lips, but my ensemble was far too irresistible for him to keep his hands to himself, turns out I was completely fine with that.  I wanted to run my own fingers underneath his amazing grey sweater and feel just how soft that material was.

A wide smile flooded my face as he pulled me close, running his fingers around my waist, feeling the softness of the leather pants I wore, with their snaps that rode low on my hips. He gave an approving murmur then his exploring fingers moved higher as they circled my waist, rising to feel the fur top I was decked in disappear at the back.