“Snowflowers,” I repeat slowly. “That’s a beautiful word. In fact, it would be a gorgeous nickname for you, Jenna, because you’re as beautiful as driven snow, and yet also as warm and lovely as a flower. Can I call you that?”
She blushes, glancing bashfully at me through her long lashes.
“Yes, I suppose,” she murmurs. “I like that name. Snowflower.”
Then, I do something unexpected, surprising even myself. I take Jenna’s delicate chin in my hand while lifting it up to me, and then brush my lips gently against hers. Her pout parts on its own, welcoming my touch, but I take my time with the young woman because I want Jenna to know that this is more than some one-off thing. I want her to know that I respect her as a woman, in addition to finding her irresistible, impossibly beautiful, and sexy as hell. In short, I want her to know that although I’m her guardian, I want her in all the ways that a man wants a woman … because soon, Snowflower will be mine.
6
Jenna
It’s been a week since my mother’s wake and Rick’s mind-blowing, Earth-shattering kiss. I never expected to have something like that happen between us, and I’m still shaken by his gesture.
After all, I know what I am to men. I’m a sexpot who posts revealing pictures and videos of herself on-line for money. They see my sweetest spots and likely rub one out with one hand while gripping their cell phones with the other. I wouldn’t be surprised if I star in their dirty fantasies, and I’ve gotten more than one proposition to meet in person. Of course I say no because it’s not what I do. Despite the lurid images, I’m actually untouched, and wouldn’t that be the greatest surprise of all? That the girl who bares it all on screen is actually a virgin, with her innocence intact.
But to my great surprise, Rick doesn’t treat me like a whore or a slut. Instead, his touch was gentle and questing, as if hewanted my permission to move forward. It was as if he knew that beneath the sexy exterior, I’m still a young girl, unsure of herself and bewildered by the big world. It was as if he knew how devastated I am by the passing of my mother, and was reassuring me with his gentle gesture.
So I feel happy to be at Rick’s manor now. I moved in yesterday, and kneel by my open suitcase on the ground, gently folding the last of my lingerie to stow in a dresser drawer. I haven’t seen Rick yet, but I know he’s busy managing Tatti Cosmetics. After all, a huge international conglomerate doesn’t run itself. They need him, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he puts in long hours, day in, day out.
But then there’s a long shadow at my door, and a frisson runs down my spine. Inside, I go hot and weak because I instinctively know it’s him.
“Hey Snowflower,” a deep voice sounds, thrilling me to my core. “How’s move-in going?”
I turn immediately, a bright smile on my face. Rick is as handsome as ever, and he obviously just came from the office. He’s tall and distinguished in a dark suit that highlights his broad shoulders, and a stark white button down which shows off his tan. Those blue eyes pierce my soul, and I literally feel a little weak inside while smiling at him.
“Move-in is good,” I manage in a not-too-breathy voice. “Just putting away the last of my stuff.”
Rick pauses for a moment, staring at the item in my hand, and belatedly, I remember that I was folding lingerie. There’s a sexy purple g-string in my palm, which isn’t much more than a tiny postage stamp attached to a series of strings. When I look backat him, there’s hunger in those blue eyes and a stain on his high cheekbones. But he doesn’t say anything about the lingerie, and instead speaks in a slightly unsteady tone himself.
“Did you get to see the mansion? Did Brearley show you around?”
“Oh yes, your butler was far too kind, and didn’t have to give me a tour! The estate is huge, and I was a little afraid that all that walking wasn’t good for him. But I saw the main parts, which are the two living rooms, my suite, and of course, the pool, gym, and gardens. Thank you again, Mr. Purdy, for letting me stay here. I appreciate it.”
“Of course,” he says in a smooth tone. “And I’ll look into getting Brearley some help because you’re right. He’s getting up there in age, and I don’t want him overexerting himself when there’s no need. I’ll make a note.”
“Oh no,” I say quickly. “I didn’t mean to disrupt the way you run your household, or to complain about your butler at all. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Me and my big mouth.”
“No, it’s fine, sweetheart,” Rick says with a dazzling smile that makes me go warm inside. “You were just making conversation, and I get it. But is there anything else you want to share? Anything I can help with?”
This is actually the perfect opening because I do have something to bring up with the handsome billionaire. It’s so wrong and taboo to even suggest it, but I also feel safe with Rick, and it’s so reassuring to be around his strength and masculine power.
“Well, I do need your help,” I begin in a trembling voice.
“Anything, Snowflower,” he says immediately. “I’d do anything for you.”
I swallow hard, and then flash a brilliant smile.
“Well, I’m still working on my Only Fans channel, and the photos we took in Hawaii were a hit. In fact, they’re the best content I’ve ever had, and I gained about three thousand new subscribers the day after I posted them.”
“Good,” Rick drawls, his blue eyes suddenly going so dark that they’re almost black. “And?”
“Well, I, um … well, I was wondering if you’d be willing to help me film more content along those lines?” I ask in a quick voice, tripping over the words. “Again, your face won’t be in the photos but the visual of me with a man was really compelling. I think it helped my customers pretend that I was with them, and not you, and so I was tipped a lot, in addition to getting a huge number of new subscribers.”
“So you were able to make a lot of money from the photos,” Rick growls.
“Yes, and I’d be happy to share some of the spoils with you,” I say quickly. “I could pay you ten percent? Or twenty? Or?—”
The billionaire laughs deep in his chest.
