“Can you have it ready by next Sunday?”
Cashmere gives Jimmy an “are you serious” look that makes the man chuckle.
“Right, of course you can. Thanks.”
“Of course.”
Jimmy nods at me before walking off.
“Are you the prince around here or what? He didn’t ask me to leave.”
Cashmere smiles. “Not a prince, but I bring in a lot of revenue for this place. Jimmy and I have an understanding. I get to do what I want and he leaves me alone.”
I chuckle, pulling him closer, but he squirms.
“I’m going to get you all dirty. I’m sweaty and I have body glitter on.”
“Yeah, I don’t give a fuck.” I cradle his face, simply holdinghis gaze. “You are the most beautiful thing to ever exist. Do you know that?”
He blinks slowly, but this close I catch the pink creeping onto his cheeks. “You’re very flattering.”
“I mean it though. You know I do.”
Cashmere nods, leaning in and pressing an all-too-brief kiss to my lips. “I’ll change and be out soon. I have to work the crowd a bit, you know?”
“I know.”
“And it doesn’t make you jealous?”
I shake my head. “No, and you already know why.”
A slight smile tugs at his lips.
“Do you want me to be jealous? Because I’ll get kicked out of here if I let that out.”
“No. I’m glad you let me do my work in peace.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
Cashmere nods, his pretty hazel eyes roaming from my mouth back to my eyes. “See you soon.”
I watch him saunter away, my thoughts filled with the million things I want to do to him when I get him alone. If he lets me.
Fuck, I hope he lets me.
CHAPTER 20
Colson
After I stepout of the shower in Specter’s bathroom, I stand in front of the mirror, trying to calm my chaotic thoughts. It’s obvious Specter has no plans to let me out of his clutches, and as scary as that still is, I can’t help but wonder if giving in would be easier than fighting it.
Maybe I can believe him when he says he has no intention of swallowing me whole in the spiritual sense. He’s definitely going to in the physical sense. I’ve never been desired so viscerally by a man before and it feels kind of nice. Overwhelming but nice. What if I gave in and just tried to enjoy it while it lasts?
After drying off, I wrap myself in my silky robe and exit the bathroom. Specter is sitting on the love seat, one leg crossed over the other as he watches TV. He sits up slightly, when he sees me, his nostrils flaring as he inhales sharply and shuts the TV off with the remote.
Wordlessly, I approach, and when I reach him, I simply let the robe fall and puddle at my feet. His lips part as his eyes heat, and even as a shiver moves down my spine, I stay planted, ready for whatever he wants to give me.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Specter slides off the love seat to kneel before me.
