Page 39 of Captivated By Danger

My dick was hard.

It’s been hard since the moment she walked in the room. I’d chosen the perfect silk dress for her. It meshed well with her light brown skin. The look of fear that was in her eyes initially turned me on, but the fury in her eyes had me wanting to bend her over the table. Those few swats to her ass didn’t extinguish half the fire that was currently burning inside of me. The liquor dash to my face only made it worse. I damn near needed to go outside and take a smoke break to level me out. We were eying each other with stoic looks, basically having a staring contest. The waitress came into the room, breaking our staring contest.

“Oh. I came to tell you that—oh, was there something wrong with the appetizers? I can get you more.”

“Everything is fine. Get Ms. Greysen another Cosmo.”

She nodded her head and left the room.

“So, your gifts?”

She opened and closed her mouth. “Fifty million dollars.”

I took a sip of my drink. “Let’s be a little more realistic.”

“So, you’re broke?”

I smirked. Before I could respond to her smart-ass comment, the waitress came in with her drink.

“Let’s try to keep that one on the table.”

She rolled her eyes so hard. When she picked her drink up, I paused, trying to see what she would do.

“But I seriously don’t know what I want from you. I’ll tell you something by tomorrow, I promise.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Can we talk?”

“That’s what we are here for.”

“Why did you… you choose me? Do I look weak or something? I guess I’m asking, are you really attracted to me? Or what. Because I know that I am probably not your type.”

“And what’s my type?”

She shrugged her shoulders.

“Well, I love women, first. You don’t need to be weak to get into this lifestyle. I’d prefer you be strong. You are beautiful to me. Very. And I know your pussy is fat.”

She bit the corner of her lip. “And you don’t… like… feel sorry for me? Because of the sob story I gave you last weekend. Because of the luck I had with my ex-husband. Because I am fat. Do you make all your girls work out?”

“That wasn’t a sob story. It’s your life. I don’t lie. You’re beautiful to me. The workout is only to build your endurance. Nothing more. Nothing less. You and I have very different definitions of fat.”

She blushed. I could already see that the rosiness of her cheeks would be a turn-on for me.

So, the sex schedule? What is the intro? And what does offsite mean?”

“You’re moving a little fast. We haven’t sorted through the other stuff first. However, I will be taking you to a club called Chokers so we can watch a few scenes, so you can understand what we will be doing.”

Her lips formed into an O shape.

“Do you understand the things that you will and won’t be getting from me?”

Before she responded, the waitress came in with our entrees.

“Medium, for you, anddd, medium well for you. Y’all need anything before I leave?”

“No, we’re good, thank you.”

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