“It’s fine. I don’t mind at all.”
“If you’re sure…”
“I’m sure.” He looks at me with a lazy smile, then hangs his head. “It’s not like I have anything else to do.”
“Very well.”
When I turn to leave, a hand catches mine. “Will I see you later?”
I stand frozen for a moment. Part of me wants to slap the shit out of him for touching me without permission. It’s not something I’m used to. All the men know not to lay a finger on me unless prompted, but he wouldn’t know any better. The other half of me wants to lay him down on one of the pool chairs and ride that insane cock I’ve been dreaming about for a week. Instead, I just look over my shoulder and smile.
“Yes, you’ll see me later.”
As I make my way back inside, the thought crosses my mind that maybe this could work. Thatcher is a loyal friend, or Teddy wouldn’t be so fond of him, and Misha seems to like him as well. He’s been extremely helpful to me this week. Then there’s the fact that he submits so beautifully. Andfuck,is he gorgeous. Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing to let him alleviate some of my sexual frustration after all.
If he’sactuallyup to the task.
Chapter 16
After finishing thepool, I dove into planning. I’ve been setting up parties all my life, but I’ve never arranged a romantic evening. With women coming out of the woodwork,wooinga potential partner has never been necessary. There hasn’t been anyone worth it until now, but it seems I finally have my work cut out for me with Mila. Work I willgladlydo, by any means necessary.
It’s quiet since the majority of the men are off today, making it the perfect time for a romantic evening with the boss. I know she wouldn’t let her guard down with too many eyes on her. It’s going to be hard to get her to let loose with even the bare bones crew around. Luckily, Misha agreed to help me keep anyone away from the pool area.
The groundskeeper maintains the estate, so the baseline ambiance is already nice. A few LED lights placed around the pool to set the mood are all I added. The real work was figuring out exactly how to convince her to give me a real chance.
That is, if I can ever summon the guts to approach her.She said she would see you later…stop being a pussy and go see if she wants to have dinner.I’ve been standing outside her study for entirely too long, lifting and lowering my hand like an idiot, when the door flies open.
“Thatcher? Are you going to stand out there all evening?”
I’m at a loss for words as I take Mila in. She’s always beautiful, but I’ve never seen her dressed so casually. Black leggings and a black cotton shirt replace her normal tactical attire, and she looks so domestic. Sonormal. Except Mila is anythingbutnormal, and the juxtaposition blows my mind.
“Um. No, Ma’am. I, um—”
She crosses her arms, sighing. “Is there something you need, or are you haunting my door for the sole purpose of tormenting me?”
Summoning all of my bravery, I state my case. “I came to collect on your promise of seeing me later.”
“Thatche—”
“Eh, no takesies backsies! Besides, it’s just dinner. You have to eat, I have to eat, so we might as well do it together.”
“Fine.” She doesn’t sound enthusiastic and rolls her eyes when I try to offer her my arm. But she isn’t scowling as we make our way through the labyrinthine halls of the mansion. At least, until she realizes we’ve taken a turn she didn’t expect.
“This isn’t the way to the dining room.”
Instinctively, I move to place my hand on her back, but stop when she stiffens and instead reach around to open the door that leads outside to the pool.
“No, but itisthe way to our dinner.”
She raises a brow at me but doesn’t protest, taking the lead to the buffet of food set up under the pool gazebo. I follow, trying and failing not to ogle her incredible ass. Her years of training have had quite the effect on her physique, and I’m only a man after all.
“What is all this? Is something wrong with the dining room?”
“No, I…I just thought it would be nice to have a change of scenery, and today’s weather is perfect for an evening picnic.”
Mila examines the smorgasbord I had the chef prepare. “You didn’t make this, did you?”
“Oh, no, I—”
