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“Quiet. You?”
“Same. That is what has me worried. Does she understand the precautions?”
“Yes. They have been explained and reiterated.”
“Good. This shit should be over in a few days. Until then, maintain contact and lay low.”
“10-4.”
Walking up the stairs, I smell food cooking and my stomach rumbles. Dropping my keys on the table, I see her in an apron and a dress and my first instinct is how beautiful she looks taking care of her man. Then, I note the steak and I am pissed all over again.
“Saffron.” She turns, startled not having heard me walk in the door.
“Hi. I didn’t hear you come in. You are just in time for dinner.” she smiles, clearly proud of herself.
“Where the fuck did all of this food come from? Did you leave the loft?”
“No. I learned my lesson from last time.” She giggles. “I used my online account.” Shit. The fuck. Just when I think she gets it and this can work.
“God damn it, Saf. What part of ‘they know your life’ don’t you get? You don’t think they know about that account? Or your fucking credit card for that matter. What the fuck?” I yell pushing the shit on the counter on the floor. The thing is, I am more pissed about this putting her in danger, then about her not listening.
“I just can’t do anything right, can I? No matter what I do it’s wrong. Why am I even trying?” She cries and puts her head in her hands. I feel like a fucking asshole, but fuck, she needs to know, evertying is traceable and a potential breadcrumb. I know I am right to be mad, but all I feel right now is remorse.
Chapter Nine
SAFFRON
“Calm down, Saffron,” he says and I whirl around, more pissed than I was before.
“I can’t do anything right. I hate this feeling. I didn’t even get a chance to tell you I had a gift card to that store and there’s no way anyone knew I had an account at an obscure grocery store. I used a fake fucking name and everything but whatever. I made you dinner because I fell in love with you and you’re an asshole and this is probably your MO. You rescue girls and make them fall in love with you all the while you’re out looking for your next conquest,” she yells, rambling on and on.
“Wait, what?” he asks. “I’m not sure I heard that correctly.”
“What?” I ask, sniffling.
“You just said, in all that mess, that you love me. Is that true? Do you love me?” he asks, his face unreadable. The fact that I can’t tell what he’s thinking makes me nervous to tell him again. What if he doesn’t love me back. I can’t handle that kind of rejection.
“I do, Axel, but I know that I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t get involved with a man who lives thirteen hundred miles away from me. I know that..”
“I love you too,” he says cutting me off and surprising the fuck out of me. My heart lurches in my chest. I hate that there is a counter separating us right now. I need him.
“You do?” I ask, my tears falling even more now.
“I do. And rest assured little girl, I can’t even look at another woman let alone think about being with one. You’ve ruined me in the best possible way. Your bratty ass self has me wrapped around your fucking finger. Surely you know that,” he says.
“I didn’t know that,” I say, dumbly.
“Well, now you do. And for the record, this is the first time in my twenty year career that I have ever been less than a professional. This is the first time and the last time that I’ve crossed the line with a client. Do you understand that?”
“I get it. Now, please pick my groceries up off of the floor. We’ll call that the five hundred second rule,” I say giggling, going back to whatever's on the stove, I turn the burner off.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he says, He grips my arm hard and turns me to face him.
“Of course I am,” I say, jumping up into his arms. He devours my mouth, sucking on my lips and tongue like a starving man, even though he was just buried ten inches deep inside of me a couple of hours ago.
“You look like a fifties housewife in this getup,” he tells me as he carries me to the bedroom.
“Does Daddy like it?” I ask, trying to sound innocent.
“Daddy does like it, little girl. Daddy loves it.” I giggle as he sets me down on the floor at the foot of the bed. “Strip,” he orders. I do what he says slowly.
“Like this? Does Daddy like it when I take my clothes off for him? When I bare my body to him? When I run my hands over my tits and down to my pussy.” She moans loudly when her fingers hit her clit. I get a few thrusts in before he grips my wrist and pulls my hand from my pussy.
