“Right, but itcouldhave an effect,” Jenna says in a determined voice, her eyes fixed on the ground. “Never say never because modern medicine works miracles these days.”
“Of course,” I agree in a low voice, before shifting over to sit next to the young woman on her deck lounger. I take her small hand in mine, my expression sincere. “And you know I’m always here for you, Jenna. Whatever you and your mom need, just let me know.”
The young girl takes a deep breath, her big bust rising as she stares straight ahead.
“Right,” she says in a soft voice. “About that.”
What is Jenna referencing? Most likely, her mom has told her about my impending guardianship, and maybe Jenna has some questions for me. Maybe she has some issues she wants to clear up, such as curfew, mealtimes, special food requests, and our schedules in general. It’s fine and normal to have thesequestions, and I’m grateful to Sally for broaching the issue with her daughter because the sooner we tackle the hard questions, the better.
But then, Jenna turns to me, her blue eyes suddenly so dark that they’re almost indigo.
“So Mr. Purdy,” she begins in a low voice, looking down at our clasped hands. Her palm is so tiny that it almost disappears in mine, but I squeeze her hand gently in reassurance.
“You know you can ask me anything,” I say in a low tone. “I’m an open book, sweetheart, and I’m here to help. Nothing is off limits.”
Jenna takes a deep breath again, her big bust rising and my cock jerks in my shorts in response. Damn, her peaked nipples are visible beneath the red fabric because they’re so big and hard, and her skin is almost luminescent in the morning light. A small bead of moisture streams down her chest at that moment, and I have to fight the urge to bury my tongue between her giant tits before licking up that tantalizing trickle.
But I’m a sick fuck, and shouldn’t be thinking these things. This girl is literally grieving her mother’s impending demise, and here I am, dreaming about fucking that wet pussy as her breasts bounce in time to the rhythm. I should be thrown in jail for my sordid fantasies, and even I wouldn’t blame the cops for tossing me in the slammer.
But Jenna takes me by surprise by turning to face me so that we’re looking into each other’s eyes.
“Mr. Purdy, I need your help.”
“Of course,” I say in a low tone, captivated by her mesmerizing gaze. “Anything, sweetheart. Again, nothing is off limits.”
Jenna bites her bottom lip, making my cock go stiff again. Damn, I’m going to have to cancel my swim and jack off in the shower at the rate this is going. Yet I force myself to listen carefully because obviously, this is a critical moment.
“My mom and I are broke,” Jenna says in a low tone. “And I need you to take some naughty pictures of me for my fan site. I just need a few, and it’s nothing crazy. But I can’t ignore my subscribers while I’m here in Hawaii, so I need to put out some content. Will you help me, Mr. Purdy? By taking the photos, I mean.”
I stare at the young girl. Naughty photos? A fan site? What the hell is Jenna talking about? But of course I already know what the answer is … because it’syes.
2
Jenna
The huge man pauses after I make my request.
“I’m sorry?” Rick asks in a deep voice, his black brows rising. “Did I hear you right?”
I swallow because this is so embarrassing and yet it shouldn’t be because I’m a woman who’s supporting her ill mother, and I need to do whatever it takes to make ends meet. There’s no shame in what I do, nor is it illegal, so I take a deep breath and gather my wits about me. Then I meet the billionaire’s blue gaze with courage.
“I have an account on Only Fans, and I post racy pictures and videos of myself there. I’ve done well, and they pay generously, so I’m able to afford a lot of things for my mom. Everything’s legal, and it’s not like I’m underage or anything. It’s fine. Lots of girls do Only Fans these days.”
The huge man next to me is still for a moment, absorbing my words. He inclines that square jaw a fraction of a millimeter, and thankfully, his expression is thoughtful and not disgusted.
“I see,” Rick says in a deep tone. “But what do you need the money for? Your mom’s illness is covered through Tatti’s health insurance plan, and I believe Sally’s getting disability too, right? So there’s money coming in.”
I nod, my cheeks burning a bit.
“There is, yes, but being gravely ill is extraordinarily expensive. Sally’s treatments themselves are paid for by insurance, yes, but her chemo takes place at St. John’s Medical, which is about two hours away from us. Sally’s too tired to travel after chemo, and so what I’ve been doing is booking a hotel room near the hospital for her to stay at. Plus, the treatments can be twice a week, spaced a few days apart, so the hotel rooms add up, not to mention the food, gas, car rental, and other miscellaneous items. None of that is covered by insurance.”
“Of course not,” Rick says immediately. “But I’m happy to cover the costs. You only had to ask, sweetheart. Or your mom could have asked, and I would have footed the bill.”
“No, it’s fine,” I say quickly, blushing hot. “It’s not necessary. You’ve already done enough, Mr. Purdy, and we can’t ask for more.”
Despite my straightforward words, I wonder if the billionaire can sense how attracted I am to him because the CEO is hands-down gorgeous. I didn’t know I was attracted to older men, but there’s something about Rick Purdy which screams virility and charisma. He’s tall, at least six three, with dark hair with some grey at the temples, but it only makes him look distinguished.His features are chiseled with a high forehead, roman nose, and square jaw, but it’s his eyes that always make me go weak inside. I feel like Mr. Purdy’s eyes can see everything, and that means through my swimsuit, although of course, he wouldn’t look.
I should know too because in the last year or so, I’ve blossomed. I used to be the worst stereotype of a surly teenager with a hoodie pulled up so that you couldn’t see my face, ratty hair that hadn’t been washed in days, and stubborn acne on my forehead and chin. I was thin, too, and my baggy sweatshirt and loose jeans hung off my frame like a scarecrow. But two years ago, things began to change, subtly but surely. First, my acne cleared up, and because I felt better about my skin, I started wearing flattering clothes that highlighted my shape, instead of hiding it. Plus, I actually had a shape now, instead of being rail thin. My breasts grew until I sported Double D’s, and my hips widened until they could realistically be called child-bearing. I started taking care of my hair too, using conditioner and a special hot oil treatment so that my blonde tresses are long and glossy, with a natural wave. My lips are full and pouty, and my eyes are enhanced by long lashes that give me the look of a vixen.
