Jenny? Get naked.”
The words had definitely been an order. I reached for the ties of the robe and undid them, letting the fabric drop to the ground. “Come forward,” Alexander said, his voice slightly hoarse.
I inched near him. Part of me wanted to run away. The other part of me wanted to give in to the desire I felt for him.
His eyes didn’t survey my body. They rested on my face. I had no idea what my eyes revealed and his own expression was unreadable. “Beautiful.”
Then he gestured to my clothes with a grin. “Best put them on, Jenny. You’ll cause a riot in Thailand if you walk around naked.”
I laughed. “I hadn’t really planned on it,” I quipped before I realized I was joking with Alexander. I shut up immediately, afraid of his displeasure.
He watched both my laugh and my frightened aftermath. He didn’t comment. Instead he took my hand in his and led me down the stairs to a waiting black car.
***
“Tell me something about yourself.”
“What would you like to know, Sir?”
His lips tightened with displeasure and too late, I remembered his rules. Alexander outside of a scene. Sir in a scene. We were in the car, seated side by side with our thighs pressed together, and though there was sexual tension in the air, we weren’t in a scene.
“If you know the rules and you disobey, you earn punishments, Jenny. And since I told you once, and reminded you again, you have one punishment coming your way.” His voice was level, but I shivered. Two years ago, there was a hint of something dark in him but he’d held it in check. For the next three months with a slave that he believed wanted to explore every bit of her submissive desires? Nothing would be held back.
“I’m sorry, Alexander.”
His fingers tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and I trembled again. I couldn’t help myself. I tried telling myself I was afraid but the reality was far more disturbing. Though he was someone I should hate, all my body cared about was his touch. “You apologize very prettily, Jenny.” His hand wrapped around my waist and he pulled me towards him. “Sit on my lap,” he demanded.
Jenny Fullerton’s sister had leukemia and this man had paid a million dollars, money that would be vital in her search for more aggressive treatments of the disease. Jenny Fullerton would be very grateful and very eager to please.
Who was I kidding? This was me. The yearning I felt wasn’t Jenny’s emotion; it was mine. The way my body swayed towards him? That had nothing to do with me pretending to play a role. That was just me. My body. My arousal. My need for this man. My memories of that night.
One day, when Dylan’s body lay dead, I would walk away and I would try to understand why even though I should hate every single thing about this man, I was painfully drawn to him. But for the moment, I obeyed and climbed on his lap, my side pressing into his chest.
His fingers traced the line of my jaw and tilted me towards him. I leaned in, shamelessly inclining my head for a kiss and I heard his soft chuckle. “You still haven’t answered my question, cherie .”
“It’s a really open-ended question, Alexander,” I said. I was being so bold. Had it been Dylan, my ass would have been flayed raw for my tone.
His thumb caressed my lower lip and my mouth opened automatically. I shifted restlessly in his lap and he growled. “Are you trying to tease me, Jenny?” he asked. “It is an open-ended question. Tell me what your favourite food is. Tell me what your favourite book is. Tell me if you enjoyed your prom.”
What was my favourite food? I didn’t know. My favourite book? I couldn’t narrow it down. “I didn’t go to prom,” I said. “I was the girl whose nose was always buried in a book. Prom just wasn’t a big deal to me.” It really hadn’t been. When the pages of a book held Mr. Darcy, how could any boy from high school hope to compare? I just hadn’t been interested.
“We have that in
The words had definitely been an order. I reached for the ties of the robe and undid them, letting the fabric drop to the ground. “Come forward,” Alexander said, his voice slightly hoarse.
I inched near him. Part of me wanted to run away. The other part of me wanted to give in to the desire I felt for him.
His eyes didn’t survey my body. They rested on my face. I had no idea what my eyes revealed and his own expression was unreadable. “Beautiful.”
Then he gestured to my clothes with a grin. “Best put them on, Jenny. You’ll cause a riot in Thailand if you walk around naked.”
I laughed. “I hadn’t really planned on it,” I quipped before I realized I was joking with Alexander. I shut up immediately, afraid of his displeasure.
He watched both my laugh and my frightened aftermath. He didn’t comment. Instead he took my hand in his and led me down the stairs to a waiting black car.
***
“Tell me something about yourself.”
“What would you like to know, Sir?”
His lips tightened with displeasure and too late, I remembered his rules. Alexander outside of a scene. Sir in a scene. We were in the car, seated side by side with our thighs pressed together, and though there was sexual tension in the air, we weren’t in a scene.
“If you know the rules and you disobey, you earn punishments, Jenny. And since I told you once, and reminded you again, you have one punishment coming your way.” His voice was level, but I shivered. Two years ago, there was a hint of something dark in him but he’d held it in check. For the next three months with a slave that he believed wanted to explore every bit of her submissive desires? Nothing would be held back.
“I’m sorry, Alexander.”
His fingers tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and I trembled again. I couldn’t help myself. I tried telling myself I was afraid but the reality was far more disturbing. Though he was someone I should hate, all my body cared about was his touch. “You apologize very prettily, Jenny.” His hand wrapped around my waist and he pulled me towards him. “Sit on my lap,” he demanded.
Jenny Fullerton’s sister had leukemia and this man had paid a million dollars, money that would be vital in her search for more aggressive treatments of the disease. Jenny Fullerton would be very grateful and very eager to please.
Who was I kidding? This was me. The yearning I felt wasn’t Jenny’s emotion; it was mine. The way my body swayed towards him? That had nothing to do with me pretending to play a role. That was just me. My body. My arousal. My need for this man. My memories of that night.
One day, when Dylan’s body lay dead, I would walk away and I would try to understand why even though I should hate every single thing about this man, I was painfully drawn to him. But for the moment, I obeyed and climbed on his lap, my side pressing into his chest.
His fingers traced the line of my jaw and tilted me towards him. I leaned in, shamelessly inclining my head for a kiss and I heard his soft chuckle. “You still haven’t answered my question, cherie .”
“It’s a really open-ended question, Alexander,” I said. I was being so bold. Had it been Dylan, my ass would have been flayed raw for my tone.
His thumb caressed my lower lip and my mouth opened automatically. I shifted restlessly in his lap and he growled. “Are you trying to tease me, Jenny?” he asked. “It is an open-ended question. Tell me what your favourite food is. Tell me what your favourite book is. Tell me if you enjoyed your prom.”
What was my favourite food? I didn’t know. My favourite book? I couldn’t narrow it down. “I didn’t go to prom,” I said. “I was the girl whose nose was always buried in a book. Prom just wasn’t a big deal to me.” It really hadn’t been. When the pages of a book held Mr. Darcy, how could any boy from high school hope to compare? I just hadn’t been interested.
“We have that in
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