Page 16 of Stalker's Toy

I watch her mouth form the words, watch the slight twitch at the corner of her lips, and I know she's weighing my interest against her own.

"I might have something," I tell her. "A few extra shifts at the gallery," I add, watching for her reaction.

She nods slowly, and the moment is more satisfying than it should be.

"My gallery's cleaner quit." I keep talking as she keeps wiping, moving along the marble slowly, making sure not to miss a spot. "Could you replace her?"

She's still holding the rag, the counter spotless beneath her hands.

Those hands stop moving for just a second before she sets the rag down and looks at me.

Mia takes her time, her consideration deliberate. "What days? I need to make sure it fits with school.”

"Thursday, Sunday, and Tuesday. Evenings."

She nods, once, and her red hair slips from the knot and onto her shoulders.

It's almost enough to distract me.

Almost.

"Will the pay be different?" she asks, practical and maddening. "Considering it's for your business."

"The same," I say, letting my own smile match hers. "Like now. Cash."

My mind leaps ahead, already imagining her there.

I almost leave it at that, but my compulsion, my need, my entire nature won't let me.

"There is one thing.”

Her eyebrow raises, the barest twitch.

"What?" she asks curiously.

"A stipulation," I tell her. “You’ll clean in the nude.”

The words hang between us as her mouth drops open.

Her perfect body on full display for me.

I imagine her on her knees in the empty gallery, scrubbing, shining, her pussy open for my gaze.

The thought sends a thrill through me that's almost electric.

"You'll be my muse for a new collection," I say, the words almost tasting sweet.

I watch her reaction with the same intensity I've watched everything about her since she first came into my orbit.

Mia reels her head back, almost laughing. "You're kidding, right?"

She lets the question hang, trying to read me and knowing it's impossible.

I stay silent, letting the seconds stretch like torture, forher and for me.

My desire to have her there, exactly as I described, fills the room.

I meet her eyes, hold them until there's no mistaking what I mean.

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