Page 68 of Black Light: Cured

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my wallet and hand her a few hundred-dollar bills. “That should

be enough for a new dress, yes?”

She stares at the money, her mouth agape. “This— this is more than enough. I can’t possibly

accept this.”

“You can, and you will. I don’t actually care what you spend it on. Shoes, hair, makeup. I don’t

know what women like to do to get fancy.”

Her lower lip trembles as she curls her fingers around the bills. “This isn’t like, you know, money

for services to be rendered. Right?”

The pain in her eyes is so stark, so keen, that rage fills my body. “Did someone hurt you this

way?”

“Oh. Oh no. It’s just… After the other night…”

Sighing, I take a step back to give her some space. “I apologized for that. This money has nothing

to do with what you will or won’t do for me sexually. If we have sex tonight, it will be because I

can’t keep my damned hands off you, and hopefully, you’ll feel the same way. This is just me trying to

take care of you, to spoil you in the best way I know how. Please let me do this. Let this be my way of

showing you I have your best interests at heart.”

“I can do that,” she whispers, the smile coming back to her face.

“What time do you get off work? Will seven be enough to get a dress and do everything you

want?”

“Could we do eight? This mane takes a lot of time to tame.” Her fingers slide up to her hair where

the curls struggle to get free of her soft bun.

“Eight it is.”

“Thank you. I mean it. For everything.”

Unable to resist her soft lips, I lean in once more, lingering this time until her hands frantically

beat at me. “Got it,” I chuckle against her lips. “I’m leaving. Remember, eight sharp.”

“Yes, daddy,” she mutters, her tone joking but petulant.

Turning back, I pin her with a heated glare. “Careful. I might like that.”

The look of shock on her face is priceless, and that’s when I turn back to leave, my heart feeling

light and my shoulders relaxed. All I have to do is get through this surgery, and then I can indulge Lila,

spoiling her with both great food and the use of my mouth and fingers. My poor little therapist has put