“You wanted the family experience, there you go,” she says harshly. “You’ll beg me to leave once you’re there. I have hereby warned you.”
I can’t believe this is happening. She was supposed to be like Sutton. Drugging me. Using me. Pretending to get my papers. And now, she is inviting me to her mother’s birthday?
Or it’s the moment she gives you to her father,says a cautious voice in me. That’s more likely. And I know what I have to do.
I chuckle. “Parents generally like me,” I say. “Not my own, unfortunately.”
Lilian laughs wholeheartedly. Her rich laughter rumbles straight through my chest.
“My father likes no one; he just pretends to, so he can get either more money or more blowjobs from young women and way too young girls,” she says darkly.
“You don’t agree with him there?” I ask as we finally reach the waters I needed her in.
“Agree with him? Absolutely not. I have to, because he makes me. But—” she stops, wide-eyed, and the mask slips on.
I don’t know what to make of it.
“And your mother?” I ask to distract her. “What’s she like?”
“My mother, well…she is a very talkative, annoying, lonely lady with the sole hobby of annoying as many people as possible with details about my father’s and her own extracurricular activities.”
I snort.
“Sounds like a normal family to me,” I say, and have to bite my lip not to tell her what my real family was like in comparison.
A moment of silence passes between us.
“What are you doing to me?” Lilian finally asks before she kisses me. Her lips feel so wonderful on mine.
“I don’t know,” I say, because I have the same question.
I don’t even know why I am here.
My hands wander around her; every cell of my body needs her, wants her, longs for her. Her scent, her touch, her eyes, her skin, her energy, her bossiness, her protectedness, her everything.
I close my eyes as our bodies press into each other between heated breaths and roaring desire. I want to lose myself in her. My lips kiss up her neck, and I nibble her ear while my hands explore her body. She feels so wonderful underneath my touch.
Suddenly, Lilian freezes. Her body becomes rigid, and she lets go of me like electrocuted.
My eyes flash open, and her eyes are focused on something behind me. I turn around to follow her gaze.
“What’s going on?" I ask because I see nothing out of the ordinary, just some people doing their office jobs.
Lilian strides out of the office without answering my question. She walks up to one of the employees with a desk close to her office, and I linger behind, listening to what is going on.
“Show me your phone,” she demands with a dangerous undertone. Her entire body switched into something predatory.
“You have no right,” says the guy, white, something between 30 and 40, blonde hair to the side. Something about him gives me the ick. I don’t like it. Maybe his eyes. Hard to tell from a distance.
“Actually, I do,” says Lilian. “Your contract and vetting process for governmental development allows me to request access to everything you bring to work in case of suspicion, and youhereby are. You photographed something, and you will show me right now, or the full force of our legal team will come down on you.”
A broad smirk appears on my face, damn girl. Hot.
“I am allowed to take photos at work,” says the guy, as he gets up. I am ready to get in between if he makes a move. He has aggressions in him; I can see it in his body language.
“Insensitive things, yes. Neither screens nor people. Our surveillance will confirm what I saw,” Lilian says, harshly. “Sit down right now. You will not move an inch.”
Two security guards are already on their way, behind them her watchdog Hannigan.
