Chapter 202: Bad Girl (3)
Georgia’s POV
I lifted each piece of lingerie from the bag slowly, my breath growing shallower with every touch of fabric against my fingertips.
The bra—if I could even call it that—was nothing more than a whisper of fabric. Sheer lace, delicate flowers embroidered across cups that don’t really veil my nipples. It was made to showcase, not conceal.
Then came the stockings, smooth as silk, paired with a garter belt that screamed temptation. I could already imagine how it would hug my hips, frame my thighs, and make me look like I belonged sprawled across a velvet chair, waiting for him.
And then came the final piece—I nearly dropped it.
The underwear.
If you could even call it that.
My jaw slackened, heat surging to my cheeks as I held it up. The underwear wasn’t underwear at all.
Thin lace on the sides, but the rest? The front, the back, the bottom—it was practically open, designed to leave me exposed in the most shameless way possible. It wasn’t meant to protect and hide. It was meant for offering.
My hand trembled as I noticed the folded paper tucked at the bottom. I unfolded it, pulse hammering, and read the bold handwriting.
"Wear this, for my birthday, and delight me tonight. It is my only wish for this day."
A shiver ran down my spine. My knees weakened, forcing me to steady myself against the counter. That tiny note carried more heat than any touch.
And then the thought hit me like lightning—my gift for him. It is just as sinful as this... it matched perfectly. It was as though fate had conspired to push me into this very moment.
"Oh my God..." I breathed, a shaky laugh slipping out. My body was already betraying me—nipples taut under my dress, heat pooling low and deep.
Then came his voice.
From beyond the door, low, rich, and commanding. "Do you like it, Georgia?"
I froze, clutching the lace against my chest, heart pounding so hard it hurt.
Was he right there? Listening? Waiting?
He knew. He knew exactly what this would do to me.
And by the smug edge of his tone, I was certain of one thing—Nicholas Knight was savoring every second of this.
"Does it matter if I like it or not? You’re the one enjoying this!" I called back, my voice sharper than I meant, but laced with nerves and heat.
His laugh rolled through the door, deep and sinful. "Are you done? I’m excited to see you. Come out."
"Wait! I haven’t even put it on yet!" I protested, fumbling with the lace.
"Hurry, love. I can’t wait anymore." His tone was all command, no patience, and it sent a delicious shiver down my spine.
I stripped, showered in record time, and slipped into the scandalous set. When I caught sight of myself in the mirror, my breath hitched.
Damn...
Nick wasn’t the only one who would lose his mind over this. Even I couldn’t stop staring. The lingerie clung and revealed in all the right ways, making me ache, making me imagine exactly how his eyes would devour me the moment he saw.
Heat spread through me, liquid and unrelenting. No wonder he was restless—if he was picturing this, he must be about to snap.
I pulled a robe over myself, tying it tight, and dashed out of the bathroom just as a knock echoed from the door.
Nick stepped in, closing it behind him, holding another paper bag. His brows furrowed as he lifted it. "What’s this? This is heavy..." His gaze flicked up—and froze on me.
The frown deepened. "Why are you wearing a robe? Take it off." His voice was so raw with frustration.
I couldn’t help laughing, teasing him further. "Patience, babe. Just wait. Let me set this up first." I pointed to the sofa. "Go sit. And close your eyes."
At that, the mischievous curve of his lips returned, dark and playful. "Okay... but can I peek?"
I narrowed my eyes and wagged a finger. "No! Behave, Nick. I mean it!"
I grabbed the two boxes, setting them on the table. One carried the cake, the other—my little secret gift for him. I placed the gift beside Nick on the sofa before turning back to the cake, carefully removing it from its box.
Then, an idea sparked. If he wanted to be delighted tonight, I was going to give him a damn performance he’d never forget—something that would be tattooed into his memory every single birthday after this.
I snatched up my phone, scrolling quickly until I found the perfect track, the one that would set the mood just right. My pulse raced as I imagined his reaction.
But first—stage setup.
I shoved the coffee table away from the sofa where he sat, but gods, it was heavier than I thought. It was even harder to move it while wearing stiletto heels. The screech of wood against the floor filled the suite, loud and grating.
"Don’t you dare open your eyes!" I yelped, spinning toward him.
Nick’s laugh filled the room, low and amused, but he kept his eyes closed. "What on earth are you doing, Georgia? You’re making me more excited."
"I—I’m just moving things. Don’t peek, just... stay put," I stammered, pushing the table the last few inches with a grunt. My nerves tangled with anticipation, turning my cheeks hot.
Nick shifted on the sofa. "Georgia..." His voice dropped, a warning and a promise all at once. "Whatever you’re planning, I hope you’re ready to take responsibility."
My lips curved into a wicked smile as I moved into place. I position myself in front of him but as far as I can. Only the flame of the candle flickered between us, my body already humming with adrenaline and desire.
I sat on the chair behind me with crossed legs. I held the cake in my left hand, slipped in a candle, lit the flame, and finally hit play on my phone.
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