Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
I reach for my phone, tap the music app and choose a song. “Something romantic I downloaded for you,” I say softly. The beat of a certain Post Malone banger drops, and she starts laughing.
She’s still laughing when I kiss her.
17
DAISY
Even a text from Benny can make me smile. The promise of seeing him later, of talking to him makes me glow and feel hopeful. My life is expanding, opening up after years of being curled up and afraid.
Everything changed for me when I had Liam. Not just the fact I moved across the country and cut off nearly everyone from my life before. My body was different, my thoughts was different, and my priorities were sure as hell transformed. Nothing was as important as my child, and nothing will ever will be.
That being said, my entire life was Liam and work. There was no time for socializing, friends, or dating. I refused to bring a strange man into my son’s life. I was mistrustful and didn’t like the idea of guys going in and out of his home and his life. It was simpler that way, and I could mollify my anxiety about his safety by essentially controlling every aspect of his environment and giving him my undivided attention.
Still, that part of me that longs for a partner and confidante and lover has been comatose for a long time. When Benny kissed me, I came alive again. Under his touch I’m a woman and brought back to life. It feels like I can access a part of myself that was missing for a long time. Not only my libido—although that’s crazy by itself—but the person I was once, the way shyness warred with my inner daredevil, how much I liked live music and dancing, taking pictures, making Benny laugh.
When a client cancels one day, I message him and ask if I can drop by his office. He says yes without hesitation
He comes to the lobby to meet me, walks me to the elevator. We spend ninety seconds in heaven in the soundproof steel box with his hand up my skirt and his mouth on my neck. Then he leads me to his office and tells his secretary to hold his calls.
I feel like a mistress in an old movie, naughty and a little sordid in the most delicious possible way. I lean into the idea, ask him if he’s feeling adventurous.
“Are you up for a little role play, Mr. Falconari?” I purr, stroking his dark blue tie and glancing up at him through my lashes.
“I’m up for anything you want,” he says. “Show me.”
I giggle, a little shy at first, but I get into it, playful and filthy at the same time.
“Let’s say I’m here for an interview,” I say, trailing my fingers across his lips. I perch on the edge of his desk and cross my legs. “What would you ask me to do?”
“In an interview? I’d ask about your experience,” he says.
“This would be my first office job, sir, but I do hope I can please you,” I say. He huffs a laugh, either at my cheesy Southern accent or the silliness of the scene I’m playing.
“What did you do at your last job that pleased your employer?” he says.
I lean forward a little and whisper, “I swallowed.”
He shifts in his chair like he’s uncomfortable, maybe like his expensive designer trousers are suddenly too tight. I grin, self-satisfied.
“Would you like me to demonstrate?” I ask.
“Yes, but there is one other test you have to pass first. If you don’t mind,” he says, curling his finger for me to come closer. I’m already wet for him; already glad I wore a skirt today. I’m biting my lips, eager, as I lean toward him.
“What’s the test?” I ask, breathless.
“I have something for you. I want to see if you can take it, but you have to be quiet,” he whispers, and it’s rough, like electricity licking up my spine. I shiver when he sets his hands on my thighs and pushes my skirt up.
“Come over here,” he instructs me. “Now take off your panties. That’s a good girl.”
When he calls me a good girl, for some reason I damn near faint. I step out of my panties and put them in his hand obediently. He breathes them in, gives a low growl, slips them in his pocket. He lifts me to sit on the edge of his desk before him, then he takes my bare foot in his hand and rubs his thumb over the arch. It feels so good where he presses in. I moan a little and he stops.
“Now, Miss Cooper, you have to be quiet or I can’t continue. It’s very important that you follow my instructions to the letter. Not a sound,” he says seriously. I nod, already wondering how I’ll manage to keep quiet. He hasn’t even touched anything compromising and it’s all I can do not to shout his name.