At the same time, I wouldn’t do anything without him telling me it was ok. He would have to want it too. He’d have to tell me exactly what to do.
The fantasy fizzled with that dose of reality.
When I came to, Henny stared at me with questions blazing in his eyes. Rather than ask what I was thinking, he turned for the exit. I took up step behind him.
The ride to the casino felt loaded with a thick sort of strained energy. It continued through the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. He’d speak to me when he had to, but the rest of the time I was invisible—the shadow I told him I’d be.
At bedtime, I went back to his room with him, since he suggested the whole gun-to-Ricardo’s-head thing might not have left Pharrell’s mind as easily as it had mine. Joke was on him because I had no intention of going back just yet. If the sexual energy between the two men did explode, I wanted to be far enough away to not accidentally walk in on them.
Besides, it wasn’t a hardship to stick to Henny’s side. It was my favorite place to be.
“What are you doing?” he asked me when I pulled my blanket from the bed to move it to the couch.
“I’m going to sleep. That thing people tend to do at the end of the day.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. The stuffy pajamas he wore couldn’t hide the curve of his muscles or the way his cock hung long and thick between his legs. I could have stared all night if I thought it was an option.
“Yes, so then go to bed.”
Henny pointed at the space I’d slept in last night. I grinned at him as I did as he said.
“See, Henny. I can be good for you,” I teased as he flicked the light off.
I would have sworn I saw him shiver in the brief second before the room went dark. Or maybe it was my imagination.
CHAPTER 7
Pip
“Time to wake up,Pip. You need to eat and get dressed.”
I groaned at the demanding tone. At the same time, my cock came alive. Henny being bossy first thing in the morning was fucking addictive.
Was he taking my words from the other night seriously?
Is that why he chose to get me up instead of leaving like before? What else would he make me do?
I had told him I’d be good for him.
Forcing myself upright, I took a few seconds to blink and get my bearings. There wasn’t any light coming into the room, which told me it was still too damn early. The bathroom light was on, the door cracked enough for me to see Henny standing at the foot of the bed.
His eyes were locked on me. I knew what he was waiting for. Would I get up or go back to sleep?
Keeping my face neutral, I stood up and moved beside him. “You mentioned eating.”
He pointed to the living area. I stepped into the space, spotting the delivery cart parked near the door. The food hadbeen laid out on the dining table. Eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes, and several types of drinks.
When I got to the table, I waited to see where Henny would sit. Shock moved through me when he pulled a chair out for me. I dropped into it as he eased down beside me.
He lifted my plate and began placing various items on it. Wide eyed, I watched as he filled it to the brim, then set it back down.
“Eat.”
Keeping up with the ruse, I picked up my fork to dig in. There were a few seconds of silence, then Henny went about focusing on his own meal. The echo of metal hitting porcelain repeated as we ate. Henny drank coffee with cream only, while I chugged orange juice.
It struck me after I wiped my mouth how domestic this shit was. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d shared a meal with someone in anything less than a business sense. I mean, we were still in our sleep clothes. I’d call them pajamas but mine weren’t coordinated or anything. Just a baggy tee and some boxers.
“Your clothing is already in the bathroom for the day. Go shower, dress, and then come sit on the couch. You have fifteen minutes before I come drag you out.” My face must have shown how appealing the idea sounded because he scowled. “Do not make me come in there, Pip. Be good for me.”
