Page 24 of His Dark Hunger

“You’ve already spoken to them about me?” Amy glanced away, unsure how she felt about that concept.

“Naturally.” Tipping her chin so she was compelled to meet his eyes, he grinned. “You’re the reason they’re coming, little girl.”

“What?” Her head started to pound, and instinctively, she gripped his forearm.

“I’m thrilled to have you here, and… I don’t think it’s a secret how fond I am of you.” His finger stroked under her chin as he went on. “I couldn’t wait to tell them about you.”

“But?” She couldn’t wrap her head around the idea he’d been discussing her and maybe even the things they’d done with people she didn’t know. “Why, sir?”

“Why?” He laughed. “Amy, how can you even ask?”

Perplexed, she leaned into his palm and waited for him to elaborate.

“Most of my friends are as wealthy and successful as I am, but they all, for various reasons, struggle to find the right woman. It was something, until recently, we all had in common.”

The right woman?

The pounding in her head had morphed into a dull throb that seemed to resound around her body. He couldn’t be talking about her, could he? Forlorn Amy Kendal, with nothing to offer except her submission and her weary body? Holding onto his bicep tighter, she was suddenly unable to take another breath.

“They’re all desperate to meet you.” His thumb and forefinger tugged lightly at her chin. “I think they believe I’m making you up.”

“Do they know I’m working for you, sir?” she probed. “And why?”

“They know you have signed a contract with me, yes, but I have not divulged any of your personal financial matters.”

Thank fuck.She sagged against him as far as his hand allowed. “Thank you.”

“I would never do that,” he soothed, tightening the arm snaked around her middle. “Even if I like to demean you for our mutual gratification, I respect you, Amy, and I value this thing we’ve found.”

He values it.She pulled in a breath, temporarily assuaged by his explanation, despite the lulling aroma of his tempting aftershave.He values me.

Perhaps his admissions to his associates were a positive thing? Surely, it meant he foresaw a longer-term relationship with her if he was taking the time and trouble of not only talking about her but then inviting his friends around to meet her.

See me,she corrected herself.I’ll be serving them port and cheese, not making small talk.

But still, it was something. Itmeantsomething, didn’t it?

She had to believe so.

“And the third, sir?”

He’d mentioned three promises.

“Ah, yes.” His smile stretched wider. “Please me tonight, obey me and make me proud, and I swear, I’ll make you come so hard, you won’t know what’s hit you.”

Chapter Nine

Joining the dots

Kyle

Amy darted from one foot to the other, the click of her heels echoing around the place as she waited for the arrival of Kyle’s guests. Even that first night he’d brought her back to Brock Hall and showed her around, he couldn’t remember seeing her so nervous.

“Relax, little girl.” Wandering closer, Kyle skimmed a palm along the back of her stockings and squeezed her delicious backside. His dick swelled immediately, recalling how much it liked to be buried between her pert cheeks. “You’re going to do just fine.”

“Thank you, sir.” She twisted to face him, apparently unconcerned by his attention. “But that’s easy for you to say. You already know these people, and well…” She glanced down at her delectable maid’s outfit. “You’re not the one dressed like this.”

“You must know just how fucking sexy you look,” he growled, trailing a finger beneath her skirt to stroke her panties. The scent of her hair filled his senses, his cock straining to be free and invade her wet, warm places. “And you know how well I’ll reward you when you’re good.”

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