Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Living off of noodles? Maybe she does need a keeper.
“Are you hungry?”
“Starving.”
“We’ll order room service upstairs.”
She nods, but a look of concern passes over her features. “Does that come out of my pay?”
My chest tightens. She’s so used to pinching her pennies, she’s concerned, I remind myself, but I don’t want to talk about our agreement out here in the open.
“Of course not.”
She flushes, but only nods her head. “Okay.”
I whisper in her ear again. “Does daddy need to remind you of the correct response, little one?”
“Oooh,” she whispers. “I like that. No, daddy, I’ll remember.”
She oohs at the light show in the lobby and ahhhs at the waterfall by the escalator. I lead her past the entrance to the shops, past the displays of jewelry and silk scarves, and I make a mental note to take her here in the morning and let her do some shopping, spoil her as she deserves. We go to the very back where uniformed guards await.
“Where are we going?” she asks when I take her to the private entrance at the back of the hotel.
“Upstairs, of course. We need to get you situated and discuss the…” I hesitate to say it out loud. “Terms of our agreement,” I finish.
“Right, yes,” she says. She takes everything in with wide eyes until the mirrored doors to the elevator slides open, and we enter.
When the doors shut, she lets out an enormous sigh.
“You alright, Katie?”
I don’t miss how her grip on my hand tightens. She nods. “Just a little tired, a little hungry, and a lot overwhelmed.”
I want to wrap her up in my arms and hold her to me. I want to hold her so tight she never feels like she has to leave again.
Officially. Crazy.
I have to be careful I don’t let my imagination run away with me. I’m not usually like this. I’m usually much better at schooling my thoughts and staying pragmatic, facing what I need to with pragmatic determination. What is it about her that’s got me questioning everything?
We both sigh in relief when the elevator doors open to the penthouse. She looks at me and smiles.
“Are you tired, hungry, and overwhelmed too?”
I can’t help but smile at that. “Maybe a little.”
“Wow,” she says, when I open the door to the penthouse. “How did they get my things up here so quickly?” I place her bag that I’m carrying on the pile.
“Magic.”
She laughs out loud, and a strange sense of pride fills me. I made her do that.
I want to make her laugh, make her moan, make her throw back her head and scream. There are so many things I want to do to her, I’m not sure two weeks are enough.
She collapses on one of the large sofas, kicks off her shoes, and puts her feet up. “Wow,” she says with a yawn. “I can’t believe it’s only been a day since I’ve been in here.” She yawns again. “It’s been a long day.”
Then she sits up straighter and gives me a sober look. “Though I know our night is just beginning.”
Does she think the two weeks with me is only to serve me sexually? There’s so much more I have in mind. So much more.
“Relax,” I tell her. I sit beside her on the couch and take her feet on my lap. I massage my thumb in circles on the bottom of her foot, and she moans.
“My God, you’re good at that,” she whispers in a strained voice. She lies back on a pile of pillows.
“Have you ever had a massage?”
She shakes her head. “Unless the battery-operated ones count, no.”
I glide one hand up her thigh and rest it there. “Are you a fan of battery-operated tools?” That gives me an idea for later. A little game we can play.
She flushes bright pink but rolls with it. She winks. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
I chuckle at that. “So that’s what’s so important in that bag you wanted to carry?”
“Nope. That’s my laptop.”
“Ahh. What do you do for work?”
She bites her lip and doesn’t answer at first. Then she gives a little laugh. “I’m an escort,” she says. “Did you forget so quickly?”
“Ahhh,” I say, massaging her second foot. “But I already figured out this is your first gig. Did you forget so quickly?”
“It’s my job now!” she says in a singsong voice.
I’ll let her drop it for now. “You need some food. What would you like?”
“I’m not quite ready to eat yet,” she says. “I’m a little nervous, but that’s very generous of you to offer. Careful, Daddy,” she says with a fetching wink. “You could spoil a girl like this.”
“I have every intention of doing precisely that.”
“Spoiling me? But I thought you wanted me to behave myself?”
“I do. I will spoil you while you’re here with me.” So you never want to leave. Arousal thrums through me. “And when you’re naughty, I’ll punish you.”