Page 77 of Wilt

Her eyes narrow, but there’s a smile. “I’m your prisoner. Maybe you need to feed me more.”

This time, the defiance shines through with a soft edge, and she sets her hand on my thigh, squeezing before suddenly pulling back.

“Saucy. Is this your way of asking for punishment?” I pick up a cracker and feed it to her, finding her fun when she’s skating the edge.

“Not feeding me lunch is punishment.”

“I rewarded you,” I say.

“And dinner?” She leans in, looking up at me. “More dessert.”

I kiss her. “That was yesterday, Rose. You had food. After. In your room.”

She gives me a look that can only be described as saucy as she licks her lips. “I want more.”

“That can be arranged.”

“Tease.”

I laugh; it’s hilarious thatshe’scallingmea tease. I guess I am, but fuck, so is she. It’s all kettles calling pots black right now.

Mia comes in with dinner. It’s succulent roasted pork with potatoes, beans, and purple broccolini, topped with a calvados sauce enriched with cream. It’s one of my favorites, but I think Rose might like it. She loved the hot pork sandwiches she had for lunch once. I assume my guess is right when her mouth curves wickedly.

Damn, my cock hurts from wanting her.

“Trying to tell me something here?”

I furrow my brows. “What do you mean?”

“The pork. The euphemism.” She slides me a glance. “Hot. Pork. Injection.”

I laugh and she starts on about all kinds of inappropriate things. I drag her away from her double entendre talk because it makes my job difficult. Instead, I ask about her degree, her pageants, why she chose them as a fast track. I can see a lot of other ways for a girl like her.

“Pageants? They’re easy.” She’s a little off the cuff about them, like she never actually cared.

Still, there’s a little spark, and I want to explore it. “More to it than easy, Rose.”

“I wanted what they bring. I told you that. I’m smart. Mostly.”

“Mostly?”

She shrugs, taking a bite of dinner while I refill her wine. I don’t want her drunk, just glowing. “I’m not exactly a normal person. Homeschooled, moved around, never settled. Then you come along and settle me. In a manner of speaking.”

“So, you chose them as a way to get out there? Finally be seen?” I ask.

“It was easier than wearing a big fuck you sign and flashing my ass to the world.” She keeps her face perfectly straight. “That would bring some interesting career paths my way, but I feel rude sign wearing, ass-flashing modeling is a rather… narrow niche.”

“Broader horizons.”

“Exactly,” she replies. “Plus, they ran out of the giant fuck you signs, and the beauty pageant sign up list was right there.”

She smiles and it’s pretty. It’s genuine. She’s gorgeous, but that smile brings home the freshness of her, the appealing something that draws a man in. “I would’ve been lost without Genius…” Her voice fades and the brightness leaves her face.

It takes me a moment remember who she’s talking about. “Genius, your friend? The eccentric one?”

Frowning, she nods. “She’s the only true friend I have.”

I don’t know why her pouting bothers me so much, but it does. Seeing her hurting when she was just so lively and flirtatious a moment ago makes my chest ache.

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