Page 6 of Bad Duke

“I…I came to ask you to f…forgive him.” She stutters.

“Forgive him.” I chuckle to myself. “Miss Adams.” I assume that's her name since she’s Jamie’s sister and I see no wedding ring on her finger.

“Are you aware of the value of what was stolen from me?” I frown.

“No, sir. But I assume it's a lot, and I wish I was in a position to pay you that money back but?—”

“It’s not about the money,” I interrupt her, shaking my head and wondering why people always fail to understand this part. Money is insignificant to me. I grew up with it, and I have more of it than I could spend in two lifetimes. What holds value to me is people I can trust, and over the years I’ve learned that they are rare.

“I’m sorry, but your brother can’t get away with what he did,” I inform her bluntly. Danny paid a price, and so must his friend.

“Please, sir. My brother is all I have left and I know that may mean nothing to you, but he’s everything to me.” I read the sincerity in her eyes and it tugs at something inside my chest. “If he has to stay in hiding, or if you…” The dear, little creature can’t even say the word. “...If you take him away from me. I’ll have nobody.” She’s fighting so hard with her tears, trying to show strength and I find her so incredibly fascinating it distracts me from all the things I’ve had going on in my head the past few days. “Jamie is a good person. He just gets involved with the wrong people and ends up being led astray.” I can see how desperate she is, and I’m surprised to find myself sympathetic to it. Usually, I find this kind of behaviour intolerable. “Maybe we can come up with a way for his debt to be paid. I’m a hard worker, I learn fast and you may not trust my brother after what he did, but I can assure you I’m good for my word,” she pleads desperately.

“You just told me that you can’t pay me back,” I remind her.

“I could work it off, you must need a waitress here, or in one of your other places.” Her voice is a few decimals higher than it was when she arrived. She really is desperate to pull her brother out of the shit he’s in.

“I’m afraid not.” I shake my head, admiring the way panic looks on her when she starts searching for more options.

“What about your other club, the one no one’s supposed to know about?” I hear the nerves in her voice and see it in her eyes when she stares across the table at me, chewing on her bottom lip because she knows she’s overstepped.

“I’m a virgin, perhaps one of your politicians would like that.” She adds, those pretty, blue eyes filling up with tears and almost causing me to choke. This girl sitting in front of me has to be lying, there is no way she’s a virgin.

“You're not a virgin.” I laugh, refusing to believe her.

“I am. I swear.” She stares right back at me with no sign of deceit.

“And how old are you?” I narrow my eyes at her daring her to lie.

“I’m twenty two.” She pulls her gaze away from me as if she’s suddenly become embarrassed.

“And you expect me to believe that you, at the age of twenty fucking two, are still a virgin?”

“I told you, I'm good for my word.” Now she looks offended.

“I’m sorry.” I get up and start walking towards the door, but she stands up and grabs hold of my arm, tugging me back and dropping to her knees.

“Please, sir. I can’t lose him. I can… I can prove to you that I’m telling the truth,” she blurts out, standing up and wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. I frown with curiosity as she backs herself up towards my desk and starts to unbutton the jeans she’s wearing.

“What are you doing?” I watch in confusion as she slides them, and her panties, down to her ankles and leaves them in a heap as she sits her bare, naked ass on my desk.

“You can check for yourself.” She turns her head so she doesn’t have to look at me. When I notice the tears falling down her cheeks I slowly step closer and position myself between her legs. I look down at her trembling thighs and the perfect pussy that she has open and exposed to me, between them. My lips rub together when I imagine tasting it and my cock goes uncomfortably hard when I think about claiming it. The fact she’s willing to go to these lengths is evidence enough for me that she’s telling the truth. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to touch her there, my fingers are aching to slide inside her and stretch her, to feel her resistance and see how she’d tremble. It’s obvious how scared and humiliated she feels being exposed in front of me like this, but her desperation and determination to save her brother seems to be outriding all that.

“You would do this for him?” The words seem to come out weakly as I divert my eyes from her pretty, virgin cunt up to her face, gripping her chin between my thumb and finger and steering her head to look at me. The girl looks fucking heavenly, with tears magnifying her eyes and spilling over her flushed cheeks. Her chest is rising and falling so rapidly that her heart must be beating too fast.

“Like I told you, he’s all I’ve got.” She shakes her head against my hold as she shrugs her shoulders helplessly and when one of those tears spills over my hand and slips between my fingers, I suddenly feel an influx of rage.

This girl shouldn’t be here, paying for her brother's stupidity. She shouldn’t be anywhere fucking near a man like me, not to mention naked from the waist down and sitting on my desk. It’s scary how trusting she is and I have to squeeze my other hand into a fist to stop my fingers from sliding into her to teach her a fucking lesson. A conscience that I thought I’d lost a long fucking time ago is screaming in my head to do the right thing and it’s conflicting the fuck out of me. I shift the grip I have on her chin down her neck and tense my fingers around her throat. Her pulse quickens under my fingertips, her eyes widen with pure fear, and when I lean my head closer to hers, she holds her breath.

“Leave me your name and number. And get your fucking clothes back on,” I growl at her through my teeth, releasing her and heading back behind my desk. Once I’ve taken my chair, I slide a notepad and pen across to her and try to tamp down all the anger that's been stoked up inside me. I don’t know what the fuck’s gotten into me, but all my instincts are telling me to get this girl the hell away from me. I watch her hands shake as she pulls on her jeans and panties, and those scared, little breaths start to regulate as she jots down her name and number.

“Please, sir.” She gives me one last pleading look.

“I’ll be in touch,” I read her name from the paper and decide to test it on my tongue. “Olivia.”

“Thank you.” She bows her head at me, her eyelashes batting away her tears as she attempts to pull herself back together and heads for the door to see herself out.

A virgin, a fucking virgin! Unused, untrained, and fucking pure.

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