Page 60 of Captivated By Danger

The driver had gotten our bags on the jet, and we were preparing for take-off.

“Would either of you like something to drink?” the flight attendant came and asked us.

Greysen shook her head and I waved her off. Once we were in the air, she got even more comfortable, pulling her leg under her.

“So, do you ever get tired?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Going over these rules every other month, sayyy…” She rolled her eyes toward the top of the jet. “If I’m doing the math right in my head, that’s about six or seven girls a year, given that you take breaks in betweensub-shopping.You don’t get tired of coming up with manuals. Buying different clothes. Paying college tuition and doing whatever else that you do. What is yoursubbudget?”

I chuckled. “I—”

“I mean I get that the thought of getting new pussy every other month is exciting, but don’t you get tired of that? Having to get to know a new woman all over again every forty-five days.”

“I don’t get to know them. Just their bodies.”

“Why not? You have a breeding kink. It’s a strong possibility that one of those women could be the mother of your child and you don’t care to get to know them?”

As she waited for an answer that I couldn’t give her, my eyes bounced around the seat.

“What?”

“Just wondering how many seatbelt extensions I’d need to tie you down the way I had you yesterday.”

She swallowed hard as she shifted in her seat. A part of me hoped that she’d keep talking reckless, so I’d have a reason to bend her over.

“Can you tell me the craziest gift you’d ever given afterwards?”

“I don’t have a craziest. Most of the girls ask for a car, maybe a trip, maybe money, and I’ve had an uptick of women wanting their bodies done.”

“And you… you just do it?”

I nodded my head. “In the grand scheme of things, they’ve done more for me than I’ll ever do for them.”

She perked up and smiled. “Hand me the manual and a pen. I’ve thought of something.”

Reaching into my bag, I handed her the manual and a pen. I braced myself for her to have written some bullshit down. She was the first teacher that I’d dealt with. I’d had engineers, artists, surgeons…nurses were a real popular one, socialites were another popular one, but never a teacher. Her talkative ass just made me put teachers on the very short list of professions that I wouldn’t ever go after again. When she was done writing, she stretched the manual toward me, but then snatched it back.

“Now, before you read this, I want you to have an open mind.”

I grabbed the manual away from her and opened it.

*Five real dates.

I looked up at her while flipping the manual closed. “No.”

“You didn’t even think about it.”

“Because this isn’t whatever you think it’s going to be or want it to be. This is simply just something to do until I get tired. So, pick something else. Anything else, but not that.”

“Fine!” she hissed.

“Good,” I responded.

She eyed me. “Great!”

“Wonderful.”

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