Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I like what I want, and what I want is a woman who obeys me, who accompanies me to events, and who leaves with a cool sum of cash so there are no hard feelings when I’m ready to move on.
This is not good.
Not to mention the fact that she’s openly protesting the largest business deal I’ve had in well over a decade.
Christ, I’m a moron.
Everything in me says, run, and yet here I am, bringing her to the rooftop of Fiamatta because the girl needs a good fucking meal, and I love this place. It’s casual enough for what she’s wearing, and the rooftop gives us privacy because I already called in and reserved it.
“You’re the guy,” she says, her lips thinning when she pauses between words. “You’re the guy that wants to pave The Greenery.”
I shrug. “You make it sound like I want to skin live rabbits and sell their fur. I’m not that cruel, Ms. Myers. I’m a businessman. And I prefer not to discuss that at the moment.”
“No? You don’t make sense, though. You don’t know me at all and clearly don’t even like me. And yet here I am, in the back of your fancy-pants car, getting something to eat. I don’t know what it is you want from me.”
She will.
God, that mouth of hers.
It’s been too long since I’ve had a contract with a woman, and I haven’t had one with a kink virgin like her. What I could introduce her to. What I could show her…
“Tonight, I want dinner,” I tell her. “Now stop complaining for a damn minute, will you? Are you hungry or not?
“Starving,” she says, glaring.
I roll my eyes and huff out a breath. After one good night with her hands cuffed behind her back while sucking my cock, a jeweled plug in her ass, and her body striped good and well with a short-handled whip, I bet she’d find that mouth of hers doesn’t run so freely.
My cock hardens. God, do I want a chance to tame this wild girl. If only she didn’t get on my nerves so much.
“Then for the love of God, shut up and let’s get something to eat.”
“How charming. You tell all your dates to shut up?”
“No,” I mutter between clenched teeth. I give her a pointed look. “I typically gag them if they’re mouthy, after I give them a good spanking.”
It’s actually amusing how she opens her mouth then clamps it shut, her bright eyes wide.
“I—you—”
But we’ve pulled up to the curb and Manuel is opening the door. “They’re waiting for you, sir. Go right on up.”
We get out of the car, but before we enter the restaurant, I take her hand.
“A quick word with you before we go upstairs,” I tell her.
Pretty, angry eyes meet mine. “Yes, sir?” she parrots.
“Behave yourself. My reputation matters to me. I don’t allow people to speak to me the way you have, and if you do, I’ll put an end to it.’
Rolling her eyes, she asks, “Oh? What will you do, daddy? Spank me?” Oh, that lyrical little voice of hers wouldn’t sound so saucy if she was panting out a plea.
“Not yet,” I murmur. “A spanking on bare skin is far more effective, but I don’t like the idea of anyone else’s eyes on you but me. Sorry to disappoint you, but that will have to wait.”
I like the way her pretty mouth falls open when I continue. That one little spanking over her fully-clothed ass was just a warning.
“If you get mouthy, I’ll kiss you again to silence that tongue of yours. Got it?”
“Sounds terrible,” she mutters.
“Cora,” I warn.
“Silencing me with a kiss. Next thing you know, you’ll punish me with chocolate cake.”
I sigh with practiced patience.
“Buy me roses to teach me a lesson?”
Christ, she’s mouthy. I shake my head, take her wrist, and give her a sharp crack to the ass when we approach the entryway door. The spank has the desired effect and she clamps her mouth shut.
We’ll see how much she runs her mouth when I make her the offer.
“Enough. Let’s get something to eat. We have a few things to discuss.”
When the uniformed waiter opens the door and bows to us, the smell of fresh-baked bread, roasted garlic, and basil wafts through the air. I notice Cora swallow hard, her mouth closed.
Why is she starving? Does she not have enough money for food? Does she get too distracted with her work that she doesn’t take the time to care for herself? Does she have some kind of preposterous notion in her mind that she doesn’t fit the ideal body type and needs to starve herself to lose weight?
I want to find out.
There are so many things about her I want to know, and I hate that I do. It’s dangerous. I prefer being aloof to women like her.