Her lips pulled into a teasing smirk.
“If you think I just dropped a million bucks not to be able to see your face and you see mine while I own you on that bed, that’s not happening.”
Shit.
“Did you follow me here?” I asked, trying to move away from that. “Did you mean to buy me specifically?”
“You broke our promise,” she replied with a shrug as she started to roll her button-up shirt sleeves up her forearms. And that’s when I saw it. The bracelet. On her wrist. The one I’d made. “Do you remember?”
I knew she was avoiding the question and that I should keep pressing, but instead I had to swallow the knot in my throat. Because I did remember. My last night in our seaside town, when she, of all people, had driven me home from a high school bonfire. When I tried to convince her to go to New York city and promised that?—
“I said I’d be your tour guide,” I forced out, getting uncomfortably hot under her gaze.
When I was younger, I’d thought my reaction to her stare meant embarrassment or shame, but it was something entirely different.
Need.
But by the time I realized it, it was too late, and there wasn’t much I could do about it.
Not that she’d want me back then anyway.
But she’s here now. And she spent a million on you.
“Nice to see your brain still works.”
Maybe I should tell her to fuck off at that. But I wouldn’t, and she knew it. She might not have back then, but she knew all about it now. So I tried to pivot. Again.
“A million-dollar tour guide sounds kind of… pricey.”
She cocked a brow at me before her sinister smile grew. Something about her being there, looking deliciously hot as she did… Itexcitedme. But this time, I realized I could look her in the eyes with no problem.
I was nervous, yes, but also turned on. Almost shaking with anticipation. And it felt good.
“Do you want to talk about your price, or are you going to be a good slut and get on your knees for me?”
Heat filled my whole body from head to toes. My core clenched, and wetness pooled in my underwear.
Fuck.
My knees hit the carpeted ground before my mind had a chance to catch up.
I guess my brain is actually not working that well after all.
“So you can follow orders.Good. Look up at me, pretty girl.”
Her praises were a soothing balm to her sharp tongue, and my body reacted in a way I didn’t know was possible.
I was going to do it, but it must have been too slow for her liking because her smooth hand found my chin and forced me to meet her eyes.
That same smirk was planted on her face. My underwear was soaked, my body coiled so tightly I was worried I’d explode if I didn’t get relief soon.
“Give me your safe word.”
My tongue felt thick as I tried to talk.
“Do we… Do we really need one? You already know what I like.”
Her grip tightened.
