Page 4 of Be a Good Girl

Just seeing Alice from this distance across the dining room has my body coming alive for her. My testosterone levelsare rising like I’ve just been shot up with steroids, and my cock is growing hard beneath my pants–so hard it’s getting uncomfortable just to walk to our table.

So she’s seven years older than I am. So what? Her face is the epitome of beauty, and her body itself could be a meal served here. Not that I’d let anyone else have the tiniest taste. I don’t even like having to share her looks with the other men here who can lay their eyes on her like the piece of art she is.

She spots me as I approach and tugs down on the hem of her dress, unintentionally accentuating the curves of her hips, a move that instantly causes my balls to go tight and sends thoughts of breeding her racing through my mind.

The way she shifts in her chair causes her breasts to sway in her dress, but I can tell she’s not doing it purposefully–not like these young bimbos running around Manhattan, going to clubs, doing anything they can to get themselves attention. No, Alice isn’t that type of woman. In fact, I get the distinct impression she has no idea what kind of effect she’s having on me right now.

“Here you are, sir,” Megan says, her voice flat as she pulls my chair out for me.

“Thank you–”

“Oh, you decided to show up?” Alice cuts me off. Megan glances at me and makes herself scarce. “Almost a half hour isn’t late enough for you to keep me waiting?”

I laugh. She’s even more adorable when she’s angry. She’s also breathing heavily now, causing her ample breasts to swell up and down as she glares at me from her seat.

“You stuck around, though, didn’t you?” I ask. That really pisses her off, and her anger flashes through her eyes. “I thought you said you weren’t going to show up at all.”

She purses her lips at me as I don’t wait for her response but simply take my seat in front of her. Not only did she show up, but she also put on a beautiful dress, did her hair and makeup, andis wearing some kind of perfume–just a hint, not enough to be overpowering or obnoxious.

But she’s also nervous. Alice Dupont is nervous. I bet this is the first real date she’s been on in months, if not longer. All those powerful men she’s surrounded with daily–those filthy rich businessmen with Ivy League diplomas, high-powered attorneys, CEOs of other companies she does business with–yet it’s me, a New York City courier, she chose to come out with tonight.

And why?

Because I didn’t ask. Because Itoldher she was coming with me. Alice Dupont is a woman who is tired of being in charge. A woman who is sick of holding the reins. I saw it written all over her face back in her office when I moved in on her and she did nothing about it. She would have let me press my lips against hers back then, and I was barely able to restrain myself from doing so, but I had to. I couldn’t give her what she wanted then.

No. Alice needs to be controlled by a real man. A man who can give her what she really wants. A man who can expose her to a world beyond the one she exists in every day. And then, if she listens and obeys the way she should, then she’ll be rewarded with a kiss…and more.

“I don’t even know what I’m doing here…” Alice says, almost to herself. “I have an early call to Hong Kong tomorrow that I need to be up for.”

I smile. “Come on, Alice. We both know why you’re here.” She looks up at me, crossing her legs in a self-soothing motion. “The monotony of your work has grown tiring. You need something more to satisfy you.”

Alice purses her lips, licking her teeth from the inside. “And that’s you?” she asks, eyeing me up and down. “God, you look young. You’re not still in college, are you?”

That one gets me cracking up. I shake my head. “God, no. I’m twenty-eight, Alice.”

“Twenty-eight?” She sighs. “I’m a cradle-robber!”

“Don’t worry,” I reply, placing my hand on hers. Her skin is so soft, her hand so warm. “Hagmaxxing is a totally acceptable thing now, Alice.”

Her jaw drops, and her face twists in a combination of disgust and interest. “What the hell did you just say?”

“Hagmaxxing,” I repeat. “You know, it’s like the opposite of the whole sugar-daddy thing.”

“You arenotgetting my money, Damien.”

“Whoa,” I reply, holding out my hands. “Slow down, girl. That’s movingwaytoo fast. You’re thinking about marriage already? This is only our first date.”

Alice is glaring at me when Megan returns with our waters. “Have you had a chance to look over the menu?”

“Oh, no I haven’t–”

“We’re set to order,” I interrupt. Alice looks up at me, eyes intent. “We’ll both do the chef’s tasting menu with the wine pairing.”

Megan smiles. It’s barely there. I notice it, and Alice does too.

“Well, that was easy,” she says. “I’ll get that started for you.”

Alice looks absolutely shocked, her mouth wide, aghast at my brazen behavior. “That was incredibly rude!”

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