Page 19 of Sire: On Your Knees

I didn't see her on the terrace or in the living room. The kitchen was also empty when I went to set down the food. I headed toward the back. Since her door was still leaning against the wall, I easily spotted her when I approached the guest room.

She was lying across the bed in a silver two-piece lace set, reading a book she'd surely gotten from my office. It was tilted upward so I saw it was10X Is Easier Than 2Xby Dan Sullivan.That was an interesting choice, increasing my interest in the woman beneath the perfect body and loose lips.

"Have you eaten?" I asked, breaking the silence.

She screamed and dropped the book on her face. "Ow," she fussed with a frown. She sat up and smiled at me. For some reason, I found myself smiling back. "You scared me. I didn't hear you come in."

I walked deeper into the room until I was on the side of the bed where she lay. "I know. You were too busy reading." I picked up the book to see how far along she was. She was a few chapters in, which meant she'd been reading it for a while.

"Well, it's not much for me to do around here, and I'm interested in entrepreneurship."

I lowered the book back to the bed. "Are you really now?" She nodded. "Tell me about it over dinner. Come on." I motioned for her to follow me.

She climbed off the bed and slid her feet into a pair of slippers she'd begged me for so she wouldn't have to walk barefoot all over the penthouse. I felt the heat of her body following behind me and resisted the urge to push her against the wall before caressing her soft frame.

When she saw the bags from the restaurant on the counter, she squealed. "You got takeout!" She sounded so excited, plus I couldn't miss the glimmer of joy in her eyes. The sight warmed every blood vessel in my body until they vibrated with the same joy.

"I figured you could use a break from cooking."

She smiled widely. "And could. Go sit down. I'll make the plates."

For the first time, I allowed Noonie to boss me around. I got comfortable in my seat while watching her move around my kitchen like an expert, grabbing plates, silverware, and cups. She spent more time there than I did, so she knew her way around.I couldn't fight the fog of serenity that covered me, watching her ass jiggle with every step she took. Noonie brought a different kind of energy into the penthouse. An energy I was becoming addicted to.

Once she finished, she set a plate of lobster mac and cheese, Brussels sprouts, and a perfectly seared medium-well sirloin in front of me. She'd even gone as far as slicing the steak into smaller pieces for me to easily fork. She knew I loved steak sauce, so the bottle of A1 was placed next to my plate with a glass of lemonade.

"I made it myself," she shared with me excitedly. Noonie looked very proud of that.

Lifting the glass, I placed it on my lips to take a sip. I nodded my head in approval. "You did a good job. It's perfect."

"Thank you." She set herself up a place next to me as she usually did instead of at the other end of the table.

I didn't mind Noonie's closeness. She smelled like espresso martinis and looked edible in that fucking outfit. Having her walk around in the sets I'd bought was becoming harder to do now that I'd tasted her and felt how wet and tight she was bouncing on my dick.

She stabbed a piece of steak, then stuffed it in her mouth. "Mm, this is perfect." Noonie hated Brussels sprouts, so her plate had broccolini on it. That was the only difference in our meals.

"It is," I mumbled, but I wasn't talking about the food. "Now, why are you interested in entrepreneurship?"

She swallowed her mouthful of food, then took a sip of lemonade. "Because I want to start a cleaning business."

I smiled, leaning forward a little. "Oh, so I'm your first client?"

She nodded, then stopped abruptly. "No, 'cause I'm working for free." She frowned, making me laugh. "But I will say I'mlearning how fast I can clean a space. This penthouse is how many acres?"

I shook my head. "Penthouses are measured in square feet, Noonie, but mine is ten-thousand square feet."

She nodded. "Hm, that sounds expensive." Her eyes bounced from wall to wall before she shrugged her shoulders. "You got it, though. Well, what I was saying is that it's good information to know for when I start my business."

"Do you have a name yet?"

She shook her head. "Not yet." The light from the sun began to splay across her face, making her radiate. I tried to focus on my food, but I couldn't stop looking at her. She was too fucking beautiful to me. "Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot," I replied before scooping up some Brussels sprouts.

"How did you get into managing a club and pimping women?"

Noonie's question nearly made me choke on my food. I had to guzzle some lemonade to clear my airways. When I got myself together, I pinned her in place with a glare. "I don't pimp women, Noonie. I've never forced a woman to work at my club... well, except for you."

She giggled cutely. "Ha, well, lucky me."

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