Page 22 of At His Command


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“Uh, yeah.”

“Holy shit!” and now she sounds excited. “Happy ‘losing your V-card day’! How are you feeling?”

I consider that question. The truth is, I’m okay. I’m sure I should feel some kind of shame, but I don’t. I’m elated that I can help my sister, and that’s all that’s ever mattered to me.

“Alright, I guess. I’m not sure I was all that good. I didn’t really do anything.”

“Babe, don’t be stupid. You were great, I’m sure. Did he hire you?”

“Yeah.”

“There you go. Guys don’t care much, in my experience. He wants a hole to fuck. Big deal.”

“Jesus, Hope.”

“You’re gonna have to be less of a prude about this stuff now, babe, because you know I’m gonna want all the details. How big is his dick?”

I clear my throat. “Big.”

“Hah! I fucking knew it. I figured it was gonna go one of two ways. Either he’s ugly as sin and can’t get laid unless he pays for it, or he’s some alpha billionaire with a supercharged sex drive who just needs a woman to service him. Are you feeling okay after?”

“Yeah. I’m sore, but, you know. I’m good.”

Hope sighs. “Is it weird to say I’m proud of you? You know I don’t give a shit about the type of job you have, and I never will. You’re my BFF for life, and I know you’re doing this for Annabelle. You’re the best sister ever. All I care about is that he treats you well and you stay safe. Was he an asshole?”

“No. Well, not about that. He was pretty moody after, but I think that’s his MO. He took his time, didn’t force me. That kind of thing.”

“Good, because if he did, I would come and kick his ass.”

I laugh, feeling very lucky to have her in my life. “I kind of just…” I stop, not wanting to admit the truth.

“What?”

“Well, I kind of just stood there, and he did his thing. I wasn’t actually involved much. I’m worried that once I have todoanything, he’s gonna see right through me.”

“It’s all in the hips,” Hope says casually, “and you’ll get the hang of it. You’re like the smartest person I know, and you pick things up so fast. This is gonna be like everything else you do. You’ll have it down in a day.”

“I guess.”

“My little girl is all grown up.”

“I hate you.”

“I’m gonna buy you a card.”

“Goodbye, Hope.”

I hang up, a reluctant smile on my face as I restart the video, turning the sound down to nothing. I get a tingle of sensation between my legs as I watch the woman in front of me. She’s beautiful, sensual, and all the things I’m not, but imagining kneeling at Crawford’s feet is not unappealing.

Not unappealing at all.

Chapter 8

Lucas

My parents’ house is a beacon of light as I pull up alongside it. I look at Melvin, my driver, in the rearview mirror and sigh heavily.

“When do you need me to pick you up, Mr. Crawford?” he asks.