A desk chair was not normal. How did people do this shit on the regular? No wonder they had back problems in their thirties and were unhappy. Murder wasn’t for everyone, but it would definitely keep me healthier much longer than being a pencil pusher would.
Hmmm. Maybe I should give motivational speeches about it? Like for people who are already leaning towards the criminal life. I could help them see their potential and give them a mantra or something for them to repeat to themselves.
Murderers matter.
Oh!
Or maybeGet up, Get shooting.
I didn’t know. I’d workshop it later.
Henny pushed my shoulders when we reached the small couch he had to one side of the room. Dropping onto it, I waited for my next set of instructions. A knock on the door came before he could speak. A bellboy rolled in a table with covered trays.
“Here you are, sir. Do you need anything further?”
“That will be all,” Henny said as he handed the boy a tip.
Once the door closed behind the kid, Henny uncovered the trays and brought them over one by one to the small table. I held still as he got everything just how he wanted. I could admit I was curious about how this would go so I didn’t want to interrupt.
“Eat,” he demanded as he held out a set of wrapped silverware.
I took it from him, placing it in my lap as I waited for him to sit too. No way would I start without him. It wouldn’t be fair. And he might even take it as disrespectful.
Or he could think I’m not following his orders.
Fucking hell. Why was I so unsure about this? It wasn’t like me to not have the answers.
“What’s wrong?”
Henny’s voice broke through my thoughts. I searched for a response that would make some sense. A way to phrase my indecision for him to see how and why I’d frozen.
Stuck in the loop, I closed off even further. It wasn’t until I felt a hand on my neck that things changed. The tight muscles in my shoulders fell away. My heartrate slowed. I could breathe again.
“Pip.” Henny pressed against my neck as if urging me to face him. “You have to tell me how to help you. If you don’t like the food, then you can have mine. Or we can order more.”
“It’s not the food. I just… I just didn’t want to start eating until you were ready. But then I thought by doing so it would be me not following instructions.”
“And you’d promised me you’d be good,” he finished.
“Yes, I did. And I was.”
“You are. You have done everything you told me you would. Pip, you’ve been so good for me today.”
My entire body jolted at the praise. I knew he felt it too with that hand on my neck. His eyes were focused on me, observant of every miniscule detail.
“When we get back to the room, I’ll show you just how much I appreciate you following orders.”
How in the world was I supposed to eat with a raging boner?
The answer was simple: Do it or risk Henny changing his mind. Each bite took all my effort to keep my mind off sex. I didn’t taste a single damn thing.
After I cleaned my plate, Henny took it back over to the rolling cart. He gathered the rest of the dishes even when I tried to help.
“Sit and wait,” he’d told me.
Never thought I’d see the day I’d get bossed around by a sexy, dominant Henny. Honestly, I still had no clue how any of this would go. But I sure as fuck would ride the wave until it crashed on the shore.
Inside the suite, things took a shift. Henny shrugged out of his suit coat and laid it across the arm of a chair. I watched from my position at the door, fighting against the need to rush to him.
