Page 43 of Subbing For Santa

I smirk. “Of course.”

“But you did it, anyway?” Her brows shoot up and again, I nod.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Slowly, I lower myself to my knees on the tiled floor next to the bath, with a washer in my hand. Dunking it in the warm water, I start washing it over her perfect breasts, giving them considerable attention for a few long stretched out moments before looking back up.

“I needed to see if you have what it takes,” I admit, vaguely.

“Have what it takes for what?” she asks, her brows furrowing.

“To be my woman,” I admit easily, and her brows dip further.

“You were testing me to see if I have what it takes to be your girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend sounds so juvenile. Call it woman friend instead.” I grin, flashing my teeth, and she rolls her eyes. Fuck, I love it when she does that. It riles me up.

“Fine. Whatever.” She waves me off. “Let’s focus on the whole test part of things. Why were you testing me?”

“I thought I covered that already.” I frown seriously as I watch her, my hand still washing warm water over her chest.

“Firstly, what makes you think I would want to be your girl? I don’t even know you.” She snaps and my dick twitches.

“You’ll want to be mine. I have no doubts about that.”

She scoffs. “Cocky much?”

“Naturally.” I shrug, which just pisses her off because she bares her gritted teeth and growls.

Doesn’t she know that just turns me on?

“Let’s pretend Idowant to be your girl.” Her tone is laced with sarcasm. “What exactly does it take to be yours?”

“I need a brave woman.” I answer quickly. “Level headed, especially when the going gets tough, but with just enough craziness to match my own. I need someone loyal, who has morals, and knows how to follow instructions.”

She flinches at my words and raises her hand up to stop me from touching her with my talented washing skills.

“Hold up. You think I’m a submissive? That was just a game.”

I sigh. “I know you’re not a submissive, but I needed to confirm that you could do what I ask of you.”

“But I didn’t. Not always.”

I smirk. “No. But that was within reason. You were protecting yourself and your clients. It actually worked in your favour.”

She narrows her eyes. “How so?”

“Your refusal to continue with your sex parties showed me how loyal you can be. Protective of what matters.”

“Yet I let you watch my tantric session with Meagan.”

“That’s different.” I shrug. “She doesn’t try to hide her identity when she meets with you. She hasn’t signed a contract like your sex party guests.”

“How do you know that?” She frowns and my lips thin before I give her a small smile.

“I told you, Aggie. I know a lot about you. I did my homework before I approached you.”

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