Page 43 of Captivated By Danger

“Are those other things back on the list?”

“Yes.”

I let out a sigh of relief. If I hadn’t been able to spank her or release my cum deep inside of her, I don’t know what I would have done.

“So, I have to pack at least six weeks of clothing? Are we going to be doing things? Like the beach, or vacations, or…”

“Ms. Greysen, there won’t be any time for that. You’ll be in school and I’ll be working, and we’ll be fucking. And you don’t have to pack anything if you don’t want. Mona is working on filling your closet right now.”

“She doesn’t know my style.”

“No. She knows mine.”

“So, you’re in charge of dressing me too? And what will that be like? Private school girl uniforms? Cheerleader uniforms. Naughty nurse scrubs. Messy maid aprons? Leather ball gag.”

I looked at her. “Especially the leather ball gag.”

Her swallow was damn near louder than the road we were riding on. As we came to a stop in front of her house, I looked at her and she was already looking at me.

“We leave Monday morning.”

“What!” she shrieked.

“Yes. Is there a problem?”

“Yes! Today is literally Saturday. An hour or so away from Sunday, which would be twenty-four hours until Monday.”

“I’m aware.”

“Which means I have less than forty-eight hours to tell my overbearing mother and skeptical father that I ammovingto New York to live with a man that I barely… wait! Not even barely, a man that I don’t know at all!” She panicked.

I stared at her while she hyperventilated.

“You’re twenty-six, Ms. Greysen.”

She ignored me, while she continued to breathe erratically.

“You don’t understand.”

“I don’t have to understand. That is a personal problem. All I’m going to say, again, is that we are leaving on Monday morning. I will be here at 7:30 AM sharp to pick you up. Have a good night, Ms. Greysen.”

She inhaled and exhaled very slowly before pulling the handle on the door.

“Oh.” She turned and looked at me. “You know what happens after someone has a good date?”

I knew what she was getting at.

“No. Humor me.”

“They walk their dates to the door and…” She poked her plump lips out.

Her cheeks inflated, trying to hold her laughter in. I didn’t find shit funny because that was still a sore spot for me. The wound was still fresh.

“Oh. Got it.”

I got out the truck and walked around to her open door. Walking up her driveway, she grabbed my hand, prompting me to nearly yank her arm snatching away.

“My bad. Caught me…”

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