Damien smirked as he laid out the clothes he picked out for Hazel on the bed and watched her as she stared at them wide-eyed. He was so enjoying himself just at her reaction and she hasn't even spoken yet.
"You have a dirty sense of humor, Damien," Hazel murmured, picking up the flimsy black lace thong and the matching strapless bra he picked out for her. Damien's grin widened and she rolled her eyes at him.
"It will give me something to look forward to when we get back home," He chuckled feeling pleased as Hazel's face turned red. He leaned down and kissed her briefly and smiled.
"Call me when you put these on," He ordered. "Not the dress. Just these. I will go get ready in the guest room. Do not put on the dress before I see you," Hazel grimaced as he grabbed his suit bag and walked
