Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Before I left for the office, I told her, “Meet me at the Wicked Horse at eleven. There’s a parking garage attached. Just give your name to the attendant there. He’ll put you in a private spot near the door.”
Hannah shook her head. “I don’t have a car, so I’ll be taking an Uber.”
“Why don’t you have a car?” I asked, knowing it was none of my business and I shouldn’t care.
She shrugged. “It was repoed yesterday.”
I had a million questions. How could a woman working three jobs not afford a car payment? Why was she so blasé about the fact she’d lost her transportation? And most importantly…
“That’s why you accepted my offer?” I hazarded a guess.
Her eyes glittered with amusement. “It was one of a long list of reasons.”
Damn my fucking curiosity. “What was the top reason?”
“That’s my business,” she replied primly. Without another word, she walked away from me, heading toward the kitchen to start cleaning.
I hadn’t liked her having the last word, and besides… there was one more thing I needed to handle with her. I followed her, watching as she unloaded cleaning supplies onto the counter.
“I want you to get on birth control.” As expected, her mouth dropped open in shock, questions filling her eyes. So I explained. “I want to ditch the condoms.”
“I’m on the pill,” she stammered.
I nodded, glad to know I was close to being able to fuck her bare. “And you’ll need to get tested for STDs.”
Her face turned cherry red. “Excuse me?”
“Get tested. I’ll do the same today. You can put it on my credit card, since I assume you don’t have any health insurance.”
Hannah shook her head, a blank expression on her face.
“If you don’t have a regular doctor, you can see my primary. I can get you an appointment.”
“I have a doctor,” she muttered, her head ducking down to inventory her supplies.
“And you can use my other car for any errands you need to run on my behalf.” She didn’t look back up at me. “Keys are in the drawer of the foyer table. It’s the white Mercedes G550 in the garage, and the gate code is 9556.”
“Okay,” she murmured, still refusing to look at me. Laughing, I’d turned to walk out with one last parting shot. “There’s a box for you in my room. Wear it tonight.”
I had the briefest glimpse of her head shooting up and her eyes trying to lock with mine, but I gave her my back and sauntered to my door.
What would she think of the dress I’d bought for tonight?
Knowing I’m about five minutes away from seeing her in it has my groin starting to tighten, and I barely get my McLaren to a stop in front of the valet stand before I’m jumping out.
I shove the keys and a twenty at the attendant, who meets me at my door, while ignoring his “Enjoy your evening, Mr. Knight”. My eyes search the crowd lined up to get inside. When I don’t see Hannah, I make my way into the lobby.
And holy fuck… when I see her, I’m struck practically dumb. The dress I bought is indecent, and it couldn’t be worn anywhere but a sex club. It’s nothing more than strategically crisscrossed strips of black patent leather that barely covers her most private parts. A three-inch shiny black swath cuts across her tits, wide enough to hide the areola in its entirety and thick enough I can’t see her nipples. It’s tight enough that it plumps them up with deep cleavage. Two diagonal straps crossing over her flat stomach attach to a wide piece that wraps around her crotch and ass. It barely covers her pussy. If I were to look at her from behind, I know it would expose the bottoms of her ass cheeks.
I bought the dress knowing it would make her uncomfortable. I want her off balance. But I also know it will make her feel sexy and goddess like, since I’m sure she can see the reverence for the beauty before me on my face.
She stands with her legs a few inches apart, one hip slightly cocked. A pair of black sandals that have a wide strap around each ankle with a tiny jeweled crystal dangling from the buckles encase her feet. Arms hanging loose and relaxed, she grips a tiny clutch purse in one hand.
Her face, though… that’s different. She went heavy on the makeup with dark, smoky eyes and a deep plum stain on her lips. Her hair is a riot of waves, appearing as if she just stepped inside after spending a day on a windy beach.
I saunter up to her, my eyes roving all over her body. I don’t see an ounce of discomfort on her face, making me wonder if she’s putting on a brave face to take away some of my joy in her innocence to all of this.