I want to make her laugh like that. For me.
Taking a few deep breaths, I forced myself to see it differently. What if I imagined it wasmeshe was touching like that?
That helped enough to keep me watching.
When she crawled on top of him, facing me, she winked—a message, a promise. This was for me. This little show she was putting on had me in mind. She was thinking aboutme.
Something inside me cracked wide open. Primitive need—hot, raw, uncontrollable—shoved any and all logical thoughts out of the way, clawing to the surface.
I’d been with skilled, stunning women before. Had the models, the smart businesswomen, the socialites, and the actresses. Dabbled with a few escorts in my youth, but none of them, not one, had ever ignited this in me before.
This...need to have, to dominate.To shape the moment into my image. Toownit.
Her thick and breathy moan, like she was about to come, sliced through me, and I snapped.
Next thing I knew, glass was crunching beneath my shoes. Her eyes widened as I stood before her, no hesitation, no retreat, just true surprise.
I gave her orders. Clear. Firm. No room for escape.
She could be clever, slippery, and bratty, but I was more than ready for her.Determined.
She could try to fight me with those defiant eyes, but I was going to show her what it meant tolet go. Even with another man beneath her, I would haveher.
That was going to be my rule. If she wanted to perform for others, fine, butIwas in charge. I would tame that wild, independent streak and show her how good surrender could feel.
The elevator dinged, snapping me from the memory, and I realized something. She never once used her powers on me. I would’ve felt it.Which means…
Leaving this place was easy now that everything had become clear. Now, I had a singular focus: her.
Women reached out, trying to flirt, to tell me all the naughty things they would do to me and let me do to them, but I brushed them off without thought. My mind was consumed by that white-haired, sin-drenched fairy.
I needed to see her again, more than I should, but, at this point, I didn't care anymore.
Grabbing my phone from the locker, I glanced at the screen and saw a few missed calls. Making my way out the room of lockers, ignoring big Randy’s glare as I passed, I called my assistant.
“Sir, your flight’s in thirty minutes.” Kara’s crisp voice carried its usual bite, her polite way of expressing frustration.
“Well, they’ll wait. It’s a private jet. They fly when I say they fly.”
I could practically hear her anxiety spike. She was a sweet and organized little fairy, the polar opposite to my Madame Aniyah, but Kara’s magic was in persuasion, which made her an excellent assistant, even if she grated on my nerves.
“I’ll talk to the pilot, sir, but your meeting is in eight hours. Flight time is six and a half?—”
“Tell the pilot I’ll pay double if he gets me there in six.” Just throw money at it, and nine times out of ten, the problem was solved.
I glanced around the busy streets of New York, looking for a street sign. “Also, I want you to purchase me an apartment at… Washington and Thirteenth.”
“In New York, sir?!”
“Yes, Kara,” I huffed. She knew where I was. “In New York. You know my style and preference. Make it happen and make it quick.”
I could hear her scribbling, muttering my name like a curse.
“Anything else?” she snapped, then immediately backtracked. “Oh—sir, I’m sorry. That was unprofessional?—”
“Don’t worry about it,” I rushed out to shush her up. I didn’t need her excuses or apologies, just results. “I need you to find everything you can on Aniyah Glovefox.”
There was a beat of silence, then a sharp inhale.
