Pavel was concerned, Kaila had nothing to lose except her low self-esteem. She was a luscious bundle of feminine flesh he couldn’t wait to sink his cock into.
Wondering what games his prince was playing now, Pavel stared at the woman who
didn’t seem to know she had been gift wrapped and shipped out like an early Christmas present. “First of all, you are here, and here you will stay. Arrangements were set in motion early this afternoon.”
A smile parted her full lips, twinkled in her dark brown eyes. “So, where will I be
staying and when do I meet my trainer?”
Pavel returned her smile, bemused at how infectious it was. “I introduced him to you
on the plane. I am your trainer. You’ll be staying in my private quarters.”
Her smile faltered and fled under her obvious consternation. “What? But I-you-we-
what…?” She scrubbed at her forehead, lost for words. “I don’t understand.”
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53
“It’s simple. Sated Pleasures was created to cater to fifteen clients or less, at a time.
With that in mind, we built a total of fifteen suites. The director’s wing has several guest suites and so, since I am to be your trainer, I have placed you in one of those.”
“But what will everyone else think?”
Pavel stared at her, his mouth relaxed, but not quite smiling. “All the other trainers are situated as close to their charges. This will be no different.” His smile widened. She had him so worked up he had to work at keeping his fangs hidden. “Besides, I don’t give a damn what everyone thinks. I am the director of this program. No one, not even Rickard has the right to question or overrule my commands.”
Kaila’s body stilled and Pavel’s mouth tightened, catching the almost instinctive
response she gave at hearing the prince’s name. “It seems you’ve become better acquainted with our behind-the-scenes-owner. Is that how you became odd-person out?”
“Wh-wh-what do you mean?”
“I mean, I’ve known Rickard for a long time. He’s never been partial to full-figured
ladies, but you are lovelier than most. Perhaps he’s made an exception in your case.”
Kaila’s brown face twisted into a scowl. “If you’re asking did I fuck my way into this session, the answer is no!” Hands balling into fists, she spat the next words hard and low.
“You know I’ve met Prince Rickard. I met you at the same time. He showed up at my house about a month after the restaurant fiasco and he offered to fit me in.”
Pavel returned her glare with a calm regard. “I’ve no need to ask if he fucked you.”
“You don’t? Aren’t you in the least curious?”
“No.”
“Good.” A questioning frown replaced the scowl. His lack of curiosity didn’t seem to sit well with her. She cleared her throat. “Well, why not?”
“Rickard wouldn’t fuck you and then send you here. To me.” He’d thought that very
thing earlier this afternoon, but there was no need to inform her of his momentary lapse of trust and good sense.
Kaila fisted her hands on her hips and narrowed her pretty sable eyes at him. “You
know this, why…? Why wouldn’t he fuck me? You think I’m too fat for him? Maybe I’m too fat for anyone to want to fuck. Maybe your cousin didn’t really want to fuck me, either!”
He hadn’t known of Karel’s presence. His cousin would have felt the same attraction he had. Angered and thrown off balance, Pavel grabbed Kaila’s arm and practically dragged her behind him out the door and into a smaller office down the corridor.
“Hey! Let me go! Take your hands off me.”
He released her and turned to shut the door behind them, closing them off from any
interference. Once their privacy was assured, he turned back, but leaned against the door with his hands behind him. The way he felt right then, he feared he’d do something
regrettable if he didn’t keep them shackled.
54 Camille Anthony
She stood in the middle of the room, hands
Wondering what games his prince was playing now, Pavel stared at the woman who
didn’t seem to know she had been gift wrapped and shipped out like an early Christmas present. “First of all, you are here, and here you will stay. Arrangements were set in motion early this afternoon.”
A smile parted her full lips, twinkled in her dark brown eyes. “So, where will I be
staying and when do I meet my trainer?”
Pavel returned her smile, bemused at how infectious it was. “I introduced him to you
on the plane. I am your trainer. You’ll be staying in my private quarters.”
Her smile faltered and fled under her obvious consternation. “What? But I-you-we-
what…?” She scrubbed at her forehead, lost for words. “I don’t understand.”
Werewulf Journals 3: Hungry Pleasures
53
“It’s simple. Sated Pleasures was created to cater to fifteen clients or less, at a time.
With that in mind, we built a total of fifteen suites. The director’s wing has several guest suites and so, since I am to be your trainer, I have placed you in one of those.”
“But what will everyone else think?”
Pavel stared at her, his mouth relaxed, but not quite smiling. “All the other trainers are situated as close to their charges. This will be no different.” His smile widened. She had him so worked up he had to work at keeping his fangs hidden. “Besides, I don’t give a damn what everyone thinks. I am the director of this program. No one, not even Rickard has the right to question or overrule my commands.”
Kaila’s body stilled and Pavel’s mouth tightened, catching the almost instinctive
response she gave at hearing the prince’s name. “It seems you’ve become better acquainted with our behind-the-scenes-owner. Is that how you became odd-person out?”
“Wh-wh-what do you mean?”
“I mean, I’ve known Rickard for a long time. He’s never been partial to full-figured
ladies, but you are lovelier than most. Perhaps he’s made an exception in your case.”
Kaila’s brown face twisted into a scowl. “If you’re asking did I fuck my way into this session, the answer is no!” Hands balling into fists, she spat the next words hard and low.
“You know I’ve met Prince Rickard. I met you at the same time. He showed up at my house about a month after the restaurant fiasco and he offered to fit me in.”
Pavel returned her glare with a calm regard. “I’ve no need to ask if he fucked you.”
“You don’t? Aren’t you in the least curious?”
“No.”
“Good.” A questioning frown replaced the scowl. His lack of curiosity didn’t seem to sit well with her. She cleared her throat. “Well, why not?”
“Rickard wouldn’t fuck you and then send you here. To me.” He’d thought that very
thing earlier this afternoon, but there was no need to inform her of his momentary lapse of trust and good sense.
Kaila fisted her hands on her hips and narrowed her pretty sable eyes at him. “You
know this, why…? Why wouldn’t he fuck me? You think I’m too fat for him? Maybe I’m too fat for anyone to want to fuck. Maybe your cousin didn’t really want to fuck me, either!”
He hadn’t known of Karel’s presence. His cousin would have felt the same attraction he had. Angered and thrown off balance, Pavel grabbed Kaila’s arm and practically dragged her behind him out the door and into a smaller office down the corridor.
“Hey! Let me go! Take your hands off me.”
He released her and turned to shut the door behind them, closing them off from any
interference. Once their privacy was assured, he turned back, but leaned against the door with his hands behind him. The way he felt right then, he feared he’d do something
regrettable if he didn’t keep them shackled.
54 Camille Anthony
She stood in the middle of the room, hands
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