“Jeez, man. You need to get some drugs, or some sleep, or something…”
“I’m fine. What did you say?”
“I’ll be in Philly the next few days. Call me if you need anything.”
He stands and buttons his jacket.
“Yeah, I will.”
“Okay,” he huffs, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Get some sleep.”
I roll my eyes at the door as it closes behind him, then return my gaze to the screens. Immediately, it lands on Pfeiffer.
She’s a natural with people, and our guests gravitate to her. Not just for her looks but her demeanor. She has time for everyone and nothing is too much trouble. I know she told Hallie she wasn’t cut out for this kind of work but she’s wrong. It might not be what she wants to do, but she’s good at it.
I take my phone out of my inside pocket and fire out a text to Vivienne, then I take one last look at the screen before making my way back up to the suites.
Twenty minutes later,Pfeiffer enters wearing another dress I picked out for her. This month is going to cost me a fortune but I love the fact I’m dressing her. It gives me even more of a sense of ownership. And the way she smooths her hands over the garments, implying she likes them too, makes my chest heat possessively.
This dress is deep scarlet. It skims over her breasts, the neckline low enough I could see her naval if I leaned over, and falls to just below her ass. The heels make her legs look like skyscrapers.
I lick my lips, suddenly greedy.
Walking to the center of the room, I stop about three yards in front of her.
“Tonight, Pfeiffer, you’re going to show me what you like.”
Her eyes widen, only a touch of suspicion tightening the corners.
“You don’t want my hands on you so I’m putting you in control.”
Her head tilts up as she processes this information.
“The only catch is, you have to use me. How you do that is up to you.”
The blush in her cheeks deepens.
From what I’ve witnessed this past week, she doesn’t seem to have a ton of experience. I mean, she’d never had a cock in her mouth at twenty-eight? Come to think of it, I didn’t see her with many men all the years I watched her in Boston. This announcement is likely causing her to panic. I need to start her off somehow.
“I’ll lie back on the bed. Do you want me dressed or undressed?”
Her eyes stretch wide and she swallows. “Um, undressed, I guess?”
I wipe the beginning of a smile away with a rough knuckle, then I remove my jacket and cufflinks.
She looks stunned as I slowly unbutton my shirt, tugging it out of my pants. She hasn’t seen my inked chest before. Her gaze drops, then flicks back to my face intermittently, as if she wants to devour the ink but doesn’t want to appear rude by feasting her eyes on my taut skin.
I unbuckle my belt, marveling at how this, right here, is better than any drug on the market. Her eyes ravaging my body as I reveal it to her inch by inch is enough to make me high.
I push my pants over my hips and she looks up sharp. “Leave the shorts.”
Pausing with my pants halfway down my thighs, I nod and step out of them, kicking my shoes and socks to the side. The lust on her face is addicting and I feel her gaze lick at each limb like it’s a flaming torch.
I walk to the bed and climb on to it, lying back against the pillows to watch what she does next. She follows, tentatively, crawling up onto the bed sheets until she’s at my side.
Eventually, she releases the hold on my gaze and peers down at the bulge in my boxers. I don’t know if she knows she’s doing it, but she’s licking her lips and biting down on the bottom one shyly.
“You can touch me,” I say, frankly. “If you want.”
