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Chapter 2

Griffin

“Idon’t mind,” she finally answered, jerking her head up to look me in the eye again.

With the way she was clutching that gift bag, I’d been worried she was going to take off running. I was relieved to note there wasn’t any fear in her gaze, only curiosity mixed with feminine interest. I tried to tone it down a little so I didn’t scare her off, but I was keyed up enough that it was hard to not come off at stalker-level intense—which wasn’t too far from the truth with how I’d kept track of her over the last ninety-three days.

Considering I’d run out of patience at about day two, it was impressive that I’d managed to hold out this long. But the day had finally come—Avery’s eighteenth birthday. She was officially legal, and my wait was over. The day had come for me to put my plan into motion to make her mine, or maybe it was more accurate to say it was time to let her know she was mine.

I pried her right hand away from the bag and took it in mine. Lifting it up, I pressed a light kiss to her knuckles. Her bright blue eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks pinkened and her lips parted on a gasp. I wanted to slip my tongue between them and get a taste of her mouth, but certain concessions needed to be made for her innocence. Moving slowly was going to be hard as fuck, but it was necessary until she got used to having me around. As much as my cock disagreed, there wasn’t any rush since she was going to be mine forever. I’d have plenty of time to enjoy the taste and feel of her over the years.

Lowering her hand, I reluctantly released it. “Please, call me Griffin.”

“I couldn’t possibly,” she murmured. Her gaze darted around to see if anyone was watching us, but nobody was around. The lot was empty since I’d timed our first meeting to ensure we had some privacy.

“How about Griff or Fin?” I didn’t give a damn which she chose, I just wanted to hear her say my name. It would have to tide me over until I had her screaming it while she was underneath me.

“Griffin it is, I guess,” she giggled. “If you insist.”

“I do insist, Avery.”

“Well, okay then.” Her blushed deepened, turning the pink tinge to red. It looked like the reports I’d received about her shyness hadn’t been wrong. “Umm, I guess we should get started? On my studies, I mean. I’m not sure how the trailer is setup since I haven’t been inside it yet. It’s brand new. Or, at least, new to me since they just assigned it to me this morning.”

Since I’m the one who’d pulled the strings to have her moved from the dressing room she shared with three other girls to this trailer, I was well aware she hadn’t seen it yet. But what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, at least when it came to me.

“Ladies first.” I stepped to the side and waved her ahead of me, my eyes locked on her ass as she climbed the steps. “Down boy,” I mumbled to myself, shifting to adjust my cock in my pants to make it less obvious how hard it was.

“Oh my goodness!” she gasped, twirling around in a circle as she stared at the interior of the trailer. “I can’t believe they went to all this trouble for me.”

The trailer had been decorated with her in mind, with accents of blue all over the place. I’d given the designer the instructions for the color scheme when I’d found out it was her favorite color. I hadn’t stopped there, though. A flat screen television was in the upper corner, and I’d made sure it was connected to Wi-Fi so she could binge watch her favorite shows whenever she had down time. The sheets on the bed in the back were Egyptian cotton and the pillows were incredibly soft. Everything in this trailer had been picked with Avery’s preferences in mind. Including the contents of the fridge.

“My mom is going to freak if she sees what they’ve stocked this place with,” she groaned, peering inside. “They put every single one of my guilty pleasures in here.”

“It’s not all bad,” I whispered in her ear as I looked over her shoulder. “There’s plenty of water, and I think I see some cut-up fruit in there, too.”

“There is?” she breathed out, holding impossibly still in front of me, as though she was frozen in place.

“Bottom shelf towards the back.”

She bent forward to look more closely, and I bit back a groan when her ass brushed against me. What I didn’t do was stop my hands from grabbing her hips and holding her in place for a moment before I forced myself to step away from her.

“I can’t believe you saw these all the way back there,” she said, holding up a bag of red seedless grapes.

I didn’t need to see it since I’d put them in there myself this morning. “What can I say? I’m a fan of grapes.”

“Want some?” she asked, holding a bunch out to me.

“Sure,” I replied, snagging the bag while I was at it and running them under water in the sink, before pulling down a big bowl so we could share them.

“You seem to know your way around. I hope you weren’t waiting too long.”

I set the bowl on the table next to my laptop and notebook, moving to the fridge to grab a few more things. “You’ve been in one of these things, you’ve been in them all.”

“That makes sense, you being a set teacher and all.”

“I’ve been on both sides of this deal, actually,” I shared, something I didn't often find myself doing. It was important for her to get to know me, and I figured our mutual experiences with acting might help her to get comfortable with me more quickly. “I was born into the business, I guess you could say. My mom is Ava Stone.”

“She’s amazing.”

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