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I actually snorted at that. “I think I might be the last person to have need of a sugar daddy.”
“What, you’re telling me there’s not some mega-handsome gajillionaire who could, I dunno, buy you a bunch of jets or something.”
“Well, when you put it like that, it makes me feel like I’ve been on the wrong career path.”
She laughed at that, shaking her head as I lead her into the side door that lead to my kitchen. I had intended to show her to the den just outside of my mini-theater, but she stopped dead still right in the doorway.
“You alright?” I asked, looking back at her with concern.
Her eyes flicked from me to the room all around me then back. “You have no idea how damn impressive this all is, do you?”
I looked around, trying to follow her gaze. “It’s a good kitchen. It was one of the things that convinced me to buy this place.”
“A good kitchen?” she questioned. “This is like, every girl’s fantasy kitchen. My apartment could almost fit in this kitchen. All the appliances are new and shiny, but all the wood is that aged classic stuff that only rich people can afford.”
“Huh, you describe it a lot better than the woman who sold it to me. Ever thought about a job in realty?”
“No, but I’m beginning to double think that decision if it means I get to hang out in houses like this.”
I looked around with renewed eyes, trying to see it how she saw it. Sure, I liked my house, and I was fairly proud of how it looked and felt, but she was staring at it like it was an outright castle.
And maybe, to her, it was.
“Would you like a tour?” I asked.
“A tour?” she repeated, her eyes slipping past me again to try to peak into the other rooms. “What about your theater?”
“My personal theater will be there when we’re done. Can you blame me for wanting to see that expression on your face for a little bit longer?”
She looked to me again, her eyes full of mischief. “Oh, so you’re into showing off then? Should have known. All rich people like to show off.”
“I’m into impressing you, actually,” I answered, taking a step closer to her so that she had to tilt her head up to look at me.
“Oh… uh. Okay then, I’d like a tour.”
“Alright then.” I took her hand gently and pulled her the opposite way I had originally planned. The den wasn’t that impressive, so I thought the living room would be better.
When we entered the room, I flicked on the light, the modern-chic chandelier that my interior designer had picked out gently illuminating. I heard the slight gasp in Bev’s breath and my chest swelled with pride.
“Oh wow, this is pretty.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“Pffft, as if my approval meant anything.”
That wouldn’t do. I gave her hand a pull and it succeeded in knocking her off balance just enough for her to topple against me. I caught her with my free arm, letting go of her hand to stroke her face.
“Your approval means a whole lot.”
“Why?” she asked, titling her head up to me and getting that same breathless expression again. The one that made me want to kiss her dizzy. “I’m just an assistant doing exactly what I’m not supposed to do.”
“I don’t think there’s any world in which you’re just an assistant,” I replied, my thumb stroking her full, bottom lip again. “You are no doubt many things, but never just an assistant.”
“How can you say that? You don’t know me.”
“I know enough,” I replied before I couldn’t resist any longer and I was pressing my lips to hers once again.
She gasped, opening her mouth to me almost instantly. Her response fueled me, and I let my arms wrap around her as she melted into me. She was so warm, so soft in my arms and I just wanted to press into her until she was practically bonded to me. Everything about her was opulence and abundance in femininity, calling to me in a sort of primal way that I didn’t want to resist at all.
I felt impatience rise in me, the desire to feel and consume all of her taking over my thoughts. If the circumstances were different, I might have bent her over the couch and showed her just how much she influenced me, but I couldn’t do that.
Everything I was doing to her was new, and that made me want to make it special. No matter what happened, I was going to be a part of her history, and that meant something to me.
I didn’t know what was bringing on such sentimentality in me. Maybe it was because I had lost my virginity when I was seventeen with my girlfriend at the time and it was about as awkward as one might think. Maybe it was just a sense of responsibility since I was experienced and Bev was not. Either way, my hands moved down her body until they were below her glorious ass, then I hoisted her up off her feet.
