Page 22 of Pretty Please Me
“Is there something you need, or–”
“I didn’t know you had so many tattoos.” Her eyes widen as she takes in my exposed torso.
“I like to keep them hidden so that they can’t be seen in a suit,” My answer comes out clipped. “Is everything alright?”
“Oh, no, everything’s fine.” She waves a hand, then twists the hem of the t-shirt; it inches higher and higher by the second.
Having a nervous, fidgeting, half-dressed Maggie sitting on my bed is in no way helping me fight the carnal desires currently plaguing me, a torment so cruel yet so deliciously exciting nonetheless. My breath hitches, and my heart races in my chest, and my fingers itch to reach out and touch her soft, satin skin.
“So, I was just laying in bed, and I couldn’t stop my mind from racing, playing back everything we talked about tonight…”
“Yes, and?” I press.
She looks down at her hands. “I… um… well, then I had this idea. It just popped into my head, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it…”
I take a deep breath as I wait in silence for her to continue, not wanting to put any more pressure on her considering how nervous she seems.
She pushes the heels of her hands against her eyes and rubs them before folding her hands back in her lap. “I was thinking that maybe we could help each other out. You know, with our problems?” Her voice trails up in question, and I tighten my grip on the sheets.
“With what problems?”
“God, this is so embarrassing.” She shakes her head, keeping her eyes trained on the comforter. “I was thinking that I could be your new submissive…temporarily. You know, just until the reunion, and you could maybe teach me how to have an orgasm?”
“Maggie, I–”
“I promise I won’t be clingy or weird,” she assures me. “You won’t have to impress me or anything, and I don’t even have to take my shirt off if you don’t want me to.” She shakes her head. “I won’t make a peep. I’ll follow your rules and do whatever you tell me to do. I won’t give you any trouble, and I don’t have any expectations of you.” She shrugs. “And if I can’t orgasm with you, then at least I’ll know I’m the problem. Then you can just teach me how to act like I’ve had one.”
“Maggie–”
“I trust you, Sam. You’re the only one I trust to do this for me, and after hearing what you said in there about how you treat your submissives, well, that just confirmed it.”
I shake my head. “Maggie, I don’t think I can–”
“Wait.” She holds up her hands, her eyes pleading as she bites her lip. “Just don’t… don’t saynotonight. Sleep on it, and if you still feel the same way in the morning, I promise I’ll never bring it up again. We can forget all of this happened. Deal?”
It feels like she stares right into my soul, melting my icy heart from the inside out.
“Fine. I’ll sleep on it… but I’m not making any promises.” I lay back down with a sigh.
“Thank you, Sam.” She jumps on top of me and plants a kiss on my cheek. “Sleep tight. No pressure, okay?”
I force myself not to watch her ass sway as she leaves and clicks off my lamp with a disgruntled sigh. What the fuck is happening right now, and in what universe isthismy life?
I try to like hell to push the conversation to the back of my mind as I toss and turn, making an absolute mess of my sheets, but I can’t get the stupid, idiotic, dangerous idea out of my head.
By the time the clock strikes five the next morning, I sit up, yank open my side table, pull out my contract, and read over it.
I can’t believe I’m even considering this… I get up and grab my laptop, bringing it back to bed as I type away, amending it just for Maggie.
TEN
Maggie
I pace back and forth, biting my fingernails as I stare down at the gorgeous designer dress left on my side table this morning.
I haven’t even been able to bring myself to look at the dress; it’s still folded neatly inside the box because the sealed envelope with my name on it has my brain short-circuiting.
I don’t know what it is, but after my conversation with Sam last night, I think I know what it’s about…
