Page 8 of Keeping The Virgin

Chapter 3

My pussy is still humming,my body still afterburning, so it takes me a few seconds to absorb what he just said.

Cage Bryant just asked me to stay—at least in his own arrogant way. I get the feeling this man doesn’t actually ask anyone to do anything as much as he just says something and expects to be obeyed.

I sit up on the table and press my damp thighs together, suddenly the queen of demure. “You’re…keeping me?”

“Under certain conditions.”

I slowly slide off the table, making sure my dress covers everything. I don’t know why since he just got a nice, long look at my goods, but there’s something about the way he’s devouring me with his gaze that unsettles me.

Excites me but also terrifies me.

He rests his hands on his hips, casual, strong, utterly in charge. “Don’t look so afraid.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.” He gives me yet another thorough look that has me trembling again. “I’m not going to take your virginity tonight. I’ve got to go back to New York for business.”

Huh?

“Are you asking me to fly back to my home and wait for you to…summon me?”

And there’s that bemused smirk again. “No. I want you to come with me for a few days to the city.”

The city. As in New York. As in a few days there with him?

Mind blown.

He chuckles at how dopey I must look just standing there in my sweet dress, trying to figure out the logistics—and the whys. He’s so out of my league in so many ways, and once again, I feel like an awkward teen. Why would he want me if he doesn’t have to have me?

But for some reason, he doesn’t seem to notice my awkwardness. Or maybe it just feeds his massive ego.

“I mentioned conditions,” he says, his mood changing, his expression deadly serious. “And here’s the first: I’m going to pay you a fee on top of what you’re already getting from the Highest Bidder.”

I manage to keep my jaw from hitting the floor. More excitement rushes me, but I tamp it down.

This wasn’t what I was expecting by “conditions.” And all that money… Boy, it could really save my butt.

“Why did you change your mind?” I ask.

“Maybe I judged this whole thing too quickly because this gift took me by surprise.” His cool reserve intensifies. “However, I won’t have another man paying my bills. My client will be paid back for what he spent on you, and I’m going to cancel your contract through the Highest Bidder site. I’ll be paying you directly.” He pauses. “And it’ll be double your initial fee.”

His expression intensifies as his eyes heat up, reminding me that his fingers were just inside of me, turning me on and pumping me up.

Dear god, like I’m going to say no to this offer? And I’m not only ecstatic about the money. Don’t get me wrong.

It’s about him. I already can’t get enough of Cage Bryant.

He lifts one of his dark eyebrows. “Are you taking the offer or leaving it?”

How do I say yes without seeming totally desperate?

“To be clear,” he continues, “this deal is only good if you come back with me to New York immediately and agree to do anything I ask of you.”

His words rattle me. Anything? “Is this what you really meant by ‘conditions’?”

Now his demeanor is absolutely impenetrable. “I’m never going to ask you to do anything that will cause you harm.”

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