Page 30 of We Three Kings

“Why are you mad at him?”

“I’m not.”

He guides me upstairs to my door.

Which isn’t my door at all.

Instead, I have a brand-new door decorated with a fancy silver handle topped by a small black screen. “What in the world?”

I glance down the corridor. All of the other apartments look exactly the same as before. No one else had a change. “I’m so confused. Usually my landlord tells me when he repairs or replaces something. I wonder why he didn’t say anything.”

“It wasn’t him. I had it done.”

My head can’t wrap around what he’s saying. “Why?”

“I need to keep you safe.”

That’s it? He has construction work performed on my apartment without telling me and doesn’t seem to think it’s any big deal. “Did Mr. Fetters say it was okay?”

“I didn’t ask him.”

He taps buttons on the keyboard and then presses my thumb to the little glass. Once the blue light flickers, he does the same thing with his own finger. Another triple blink, and he’s satisfied, nodding and ushering me inside.

Where a huge couch sits in the living room and a fancy table and chairs set crowds the kitchen. The door is one thing but new furniture too. I’m at a loss. “What have you done?”

Balthazar

No one ever questions me, so I have to claw back my normal tendency to punish the insolence and shut her down. I grin at her shocked expression. She’s simply stunning. “That flimsy piece of crap was too easy to kick in, so I replaced it with something solid and a heavy-duty lock and fingerprint security. Now only the two of us can get in.”

She presses a dainty hand against her chest. “You and me?”

Her squeak makes me hard. “Yeah angel. Now you’re protected even when I’m not here.”

By more than just the door since cameras have been installed too. However, my admission doesn’t seem to satisfy her. She frowns, mulling something over as her pink lips open and close a few times. Words remain elusive. I guess that’s all that needs to be said for now.

Remembering to be a gentleman, I unzip her jacket, relishing her small shudder and heavy breathing as I slide the tab over her breasts and to her waist. I gently spin her around, drag the sleeves down her arms, and toss the fleece on the sofa.

While I yank off my own coat, she swallows and points to the couch and then the kitchen table. “Why did you get them?”

“I’m a big man and I was afraid I’d bust your old ones. Now it’s not a problem.”

There’s a hint of desire in her enormous coffee eyes. Which surprises as well as definitely thrills me. I like her imagining us together on those cushions.

Like the good girl she is, the longing disappears, replaced with a frown of apprehension.

“How much did all of this cost?”

“Hardly anything.”

To me anyway. She could never afford all that she deserves. That’s where I come in—the need to take care of her is stronger than any other sensation I’ve ever felt besides the need to fuck her. One will lead to the other, I have no doubt.

“Now why don’t you go and make us some tea?”

The instinct to please me kicks in as expected and she nods. Her uncertainty lingers as she scurries toward the kitchen. With trembling fingers, she twists the knob on the stove and moves the kettle to the warming burner.

She sneaks a timid glance at me over her shoulder. While she watches, I drop down on the sofa and spread my arms across the back. Durable frame and thick fabric just as I requested.

Scarlet pops on her cheeks, still pink from the earlier cold. I wonder if she too is imagining climbing on me to ride my cock until she’s spent. Probably not but that doesn’t mean we won’t be breaking in the sofa that way very soon.

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