Page 53 of David's Chase

“I’ll be putting the money back, though,” I say, anticipating a reaction from him.

“Why?”

He sounds intrigued.

“Money makes me anxious,” I say. “When I have it, and when I don’t have it. It doesn’t matter the financial cycle I am in,” I say, amused. “I can’t handle it right. Plus, I don’t want to get used to having money. Or your money, for that matter.”

He weighs his answer as our eyes connect.

“The whole thing with getting’my’money is to turn you on.”

Oh, it does. He has no idea how much it does. Even now, talking about it, I feel warm and ready to peel my clothes off and wrap my legs around his waist.

I like the game we play.

It ignites all kinds of filthy fantasies, but it does that because I feel safe with him.

And it’s not the first time I realize that.

Pondering a good comeback, I broaden my smile.

“It does turn me on,” I say. “The problem is I could quickly fall in love with it,” I add, and he flashes a grin.“With your money,” I specify. “And that can end badly for me.”

“You have to be optimistic about it.”

“I am. That’s why I’m trying to use it judiciously.”

“That’s a good move,” he says, rising to his feet. “Let’s go inside,” he murmurs, stretching his hand out to meet mine.

I pull up and give him my hand before walking with him into the house.

“So what do you plan to do with the money?” he asks, leading me to the bedroom.

I shrug.

“I don’t know. Become an investor?”

A hint of humor colors my voice while his eyes twinkle with a smile.

“I can teach you how to do that. And also how to not get anxious because of money.”

“I doubt you can do that,” I reply. “There’s only one way for me to kill that panic.”

He shoots me a questioning look, and I continue.

“I need to have lots of it and also learn how to make it.”

“I can teach you that too. Not tonight, though.” He gives me a soft wink.“You’re still on my payroll, and I plan to make you earn your money,” he says.

A sultry smile sits on his lips when he pushes a door open and invites me into the master bedroom on the second floor.

A glass wall overlooks the backyard and the pool, and I have a hard time taking my eyes away from the view.

I move closer to the glass wall, his steps trailing right behind me.

“You like it?” he asks, and I pivot to face him, unable to hide my enthusiasm.

“What a nice place…” I murmur, watching him close the gap between us.

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