Page 40 of Captivated By Danger

When the waitress left, Greysen picked up her utensils while keeping her eyes on me.

“And just how do you know how I like my meat cooked.”

“I’ve only had a few conversations with you, and I’ve already figured out that you don’t like to take risks. You’ll stick your toe in the water, but you won’t go past the knees.”

“Yeah, because I wouldn’t want to drown, or…” she cut into her lamb. “Or get salmonella.”

I chuckled. I watched her lips as she wrapped them around the meat on the fork.

“Back to my original question. Do you understand the things that you’ll be getting from me?”

“What did it say? No affection or something outside of thescenesthat we do.”

“Correct. A night or two of dinner to discuss the next part of the sex schedule and more stuff like that.”

“So, with all this free time, with you at work or whatever, and I’m out of class, I can just roam around New York.”

“Yes. You have access to my money by Amex. Most places, I have a tab. They’ll know.”

“Do we wear name badges with Diesel Danger’s whore on it? How are your sluts identified?”

I nodded my head while cutting into my meat. “Yeah, I’m going to enjoy letting you have it.”

She bit the corner of her lip.

“So, about yourbreedingkink? Does that mean, you’re just going to be… you know, cumming in me? Is that the reason you had me poked and prodded the other morning?”

I nodded my head.

“And you’re not worried about me getting pregnant?”

“That’s the point.”

She gasped. “And how many women have you deposited your semen in?”

“Lost count.”

Her eyes widened. “Well, isn’t that sad? Your soldiers marching, but not carrying the M16s or something?”

“You and that mouth are asking for it.”

She pressed her lips together.

“I’m careful. There are no children out there with my genes. And my soldiers drive tanks, baby. They protect me. They know when to shoot and when not to shoot. Had one scare in my life. One. Many have lied though.”

There was a reason for that, but it’s not anything to discuss with her or anyone.

“You’re so disgusting. What are your results looking like since you had me poked and zapped like a cow?”

“You have been zappedyet, Ms. Greysen.”

She cleared her throat while shifting in her seat.

I grabbed my phone and scrolled to my medical records, showing her my phone. She scrolled a little bit, taking in everything on the phone. I got tested regularly.

“Mhm. I guess. Are you a sex addict?”

I laughed. “You something else. No, I am not a sex addict. Are there things that you want to change or negotiate in the manual?”

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