Page 42 of Captivated By Danger

I shifted in my seat. “Grey.”

She looked at me before her lips started to spread across her face.

“Kisses. Affection. Outside of the scenes. Cuddling. At least one night a week.”

My mouth started to dry, so I threw the rest of my drink back. It burned all the way down. Perspiration formed at my hairline. She kept her eyes on me for a moment before looking back down at the paper.

“Alright. Sadism will be the next to go.”

When she put the pen on the paper, I gripped the manual at the bend. “Alright,” I choked out.

“Alright… what?”

“I will do what all you said. Just… just don’t cross out another kink.”

“And what all did I say? Just so we have a clear understanding.”

“You want to kiss outside of the scenes and cuddle one night a week. And affection.”

She nodded with a big smile on her face, pissing me the fuck off.

Reaching across the table, I grabbed her drink and gulped it down.

“Hey!” she hissed.

That little alcohol did nothing to satisfy the burn I wanted after what I’d just agreed to.

“Now, what is this consenting to have my pictures taken? You do Boudoir shoots?”

As funny as that was, I was still pissed, so I tried to hide my smirk.

“Aw, you’re angry?” she taunted.

“Give me this,” I hissed, snatching the manual out of her hands. “Before you get any more ideas.”

We ate in silence. Even the waitress felt the tension in the room when she walked in to refill our drinks. We were nearly done eating when she looked up at me, knowing I’d been staring at her nearly the whole time. She enjoyed half her lamb and oysters with not a single care in the world that she’d pissed me off.

“You’re not going to tell me about the photos?”

I cleared my throat. “Well, at the end of the stay, you also receive a discreet book of some of your photos. I believe that God’s gift to the world is women, pussy immediately afterwards. I want women to see themselves at their most vulnerable. Have you ever seen your face when you’ve had one of the biggest orgasms in your life?”

Her cheeks were starting to turn red.

“I want you to always remember your time with me. It will be an experience.”

“I’m sure,” she said, grinning.

We’d been riding in silence toward Citrus Grove. The rest of the dinner, we’d barely said anything to each other. She’d been looking out the window while I stared straight ahead.

“You know, Diesel, if treating me like a woman with feelings is killing you that bad, then maybe we should just call this whole thing off.”

“No,” immediately shot out of my mouth.

“Then what is it?”

“I was caught off guard. That’s all, Ms. Greysen.”

“Oh, I see.”

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