Page 15 of Good Girl

To be honest, it’s been churning ever since Derek said we have something to talk about. Doesn’t he know that is the fastest way to make a person squirmy?

I’ve been racking my brain trying to think of anything I’ve done wrong since arriving here last night, but have come up empty. Are they ending this weekend before it’s even really started? Is it because I didn’t sleep with Darcy last night? That wasn’t my fault, though. He put me to bed. Was I supposed to wake up and fuck him during the night? Was it a test?

Fuck, I wish I had my phone with me. I need to check my SugarLife vault and start the second transfer so that they can’t take the money back from me. Would it be weird if I went and got it?

I sneak a look at the bedroom door and instantly discard the idea. The apartment is outrageously large, but the walk would be way too nerve-racking. I’ll just wait until they say something, then go lock myself in the bathroom before coming back out with my things.

“Do you not like your breakfast?”

I snap my head up to look at Darcy. His features are pinched in concern as he stares at me.

My eyes widen, and I nervously look at the other three. “Uh, no, it’s um. It’s great. I just . . .”

They all swap looks, and then Darcy pushes his chair back from the table and pats his leg. “Come here, princess.”

My chest gets heavy, and I swallow nervously. “You want me to sit on your lap? Like a child?”

That smirk is back. “Like my baby girl. Unless it makes you uncomfortable.”

I stare back at him, feeling like there is more going on, but I have no idea what. I did agree to being their baby girl for theweekend. If they want me to sit on their laps, then I should, right?

With that thought in mind, I push my chair out and go to Darcy. He takes my hand and guides me between his legs before placing his hands on my hips and forcing me to sit. His arm bands around my waist, pressing my ass into his stomach.

“Relax,” he whispers into my ear, his breath causing me to shiver.

I try, I really fucking do, but I’m way too nervous about the things that need discussing.

Derek has stolen my plate of food and is methodically cutting everything up into small pieces. Not knowing what the fuck to do with myself, I watch him until he stands and reaches across the table to put the plate in front of me.

“Thank you,” I reply, but the words are quiet.

Honestly, I have no idea what is going on right now. This Little Miss Meek thing I’m projecting isn’t at all like me, but I can’t seem to stop.It’s because of the money, I tell myself. I want the money, for me. Not for Tray or for anyone else. My future is at stake.

There is absolutely no other reason for me to be this nervous. None.

Darcy picks up his fork, then stabs a piece of sausage from my plate. He brings it to my lips, and heat burns my cheeks when I realize he intends to feed me, like a child. Keeping my eyes downcast at the table, I slowly lean forward and open my mouth, biting into the sausage and sliding it from the fork.

The arm around my waist tightens before he whispers in my ear again. “Good girl.”

The heat in my cheeks heads south, and I tighten my thighs as I chew. The nerves in my stomach have no idea what to do, and when I swallow the mouthful, I’m a little nervous it’ll reverse its direction.

Darcy’s arm loosens, and he lowers his hand to my upper thigh. My bare thigh, since my lace boy shorts cover absolutely nothing. His pinkie slips to my inner thigh, and every nerve in my body hones in on the contact.

“I think we need to move up our timeline.” The rumbly words come from Xavier, who is sitting directly across from me. He is leaning back, forearm resting on the table, fingers playing with the handle of his coffee mug as he stares at me. His plate is clean of food.

Actually, I glance at the other plates and see that the others are all finished as well. Did I zone out through the entire meal?

“Agreed,” Derek replies. He leaves the table and strides over to a hallway table that I failed to notice last night.

Fuck me, did I even notice any details about this place, besides the huge-ass black curtain?

Darcy shifts beneath me, stabbing a piece of egg and then bringing it to my lips. I automatically open this time and take the food. Hudson and Xavier get up, clearing the table of everything but my plate and hot chocolate.

When Derek returns, he has a large yellow envelope in his hand. Once everyone is reseated and I’ve been fed my third bite, he opens the envelope and spreads out the papers.

I cock my head to the side as I try to get an angle on the writing. At the bottom of one of the pages is my signature.

Ah, the contract from last night. Except, there are several extra sheets.

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