Page 18 of Once Upon A Sale

“What if I don’t want to?”

Oh, so she’s in a defiant mood. I narrow my eyes, stepping into her personal space where she has to tilt her head upward to see my face. “Then you can walk right outta here and sit in the car until we get to the airport, then a helicopter for two hours wearing nothing but your undies. I’ll warn ya though, it’s not warm out tonight.”

“Fine. Let’s go.” Picking up a black bag, she saunters out of the room, wiggling those damn hips with every step.

I’m going to have to threaten both the driver and the pilot of my helicopter. If they even so much as look at her, I’m gonna have to gouge the cunts’ eyes out.

Luckily, we make it out of the building without anyone so much as glancing in her direction. I grab her hand, lacing my fingers through hers, and lead her around the building to my hired car. She sits in the back seat like royalty, looking out the window in silence on the short journey to the airfield where my helicopter is waiting. I can’t help looking at her through the rear-view mirror the whole way, wondering what she’s thinking.

Once we arrive, I open her door for her and lead her to the helicopter. She climbs in as if she’s done it a thousand times before. She’s quick to lift the earphones and place them over her head as I get in beside her.

The joy I get when she holds her arms up, allowing me to strap her in, makes my dick twitch in anticipation of what’s to come. But her entire body is tense and I don’t like it.

Seeing her in the club was like meeting an entirely different person than the closed off woman sitting beside me as the helicopter takes off. That woman was relaxed, carefree, and her smile was sent from the gods themselves.

“Do you have to keep staring?” Her head whips to face me, catching my appraisal of her current status.

“Yes. I do.” I wink, letting her know I’m enjoying her sass.

“God, you’re annoying.” Folding her arms across her chest, she turns to look back out of the window as we fly over Detroit and toward the top of Lake St. Clair.

“You can call me God if you want, sweetheart, but Sir, Master, Overlord, or Rhett work too.”

“Pfft. You think a lot of yourself, don’t you.” It’s not a question. She’s decided that this is who I am.

I don’t know why she’s so pissy though. She was fine when we were texting. Was she expecting someone specific to buy her?

“Yeah, I do. Because I don’t rely on anyone else to build me up. I can do it all by myself.”

“Yeah, that’s why you’re paying for a weekend of sex.”

Okay…

“Are you jealous, sweetheart?” I chuckle, noting the way she fidgets in her seat and picks at her fingernails when she thinks I’m not paying attention.

“Ha. No,Rhett.” The way she says my name is full of malice, but I can read her. She is fucking jealous.

To be fair, I’m not happy about the fact that she was on that stage selling herself either.

“Okay.” I huff another laugh. “You put yourself up for sale, Ophelia. What do you want me to make of that?”

“Whatever the hell you would like. I’m not the girl you met in that club. And you should be calling meSunny.” Her eyes twitch and she purses her luscious lips, lifting her chin and continuing to watch the world go by through the window.

“Should, but won’t.” Giving her another wink, I allow her the time to get over the initial shock of seeing me, of realizing she wasn’t bought by who she probably wanted, or whatever the fuckher problem is. I’ll fuck it all right out of her when we arrive at the cabin.

I check behind me, making sure my bag of toys is still sitting pretty beside my clothes, then I grin.

This is going to be fun.

Chapter Nine

Ophelia

“Ifeel like I’m in a Stephen King novel. Are you planning on tying me down and drinking my blood straight from the vein?” To be honest, I’ve only read three of his books and none of them had vampires, but holy fuck, the possessed car was enough to traumatize me forever.

“Tying you down, most definitely. The rest isn’t my kink.” Great, he’s hot and has a sense of humor and…buys women for shits and giggles. Then ties them up. In any other scenario, this whole isolated cabin in the woods would totally be my thing. I mean, who doesn’t want to get away with a hot, British, rich man for a weekend of domination and kinky fuckery? Sign me up!

Except this situation is different.

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