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I know she’ll have no way of knowing if I actually follow through on turning off the cameras, but it’s important she trusts me. In order to be worthy of her trust, I can’t start off our relationship lying to her.
Well, any more than I already am. I wanted her to have some autonomy in selecting times to shut off the cameras on her own, but I wasn’t expecting her to need a tutorial on their operation quite this soon.
You have three minutes with the cameras off. There’s a switch installed next to the panel for the lights next to the front door. I expect you to be ready for your visit to Santa’s workshop as soon as they turn back on. - Me
That same nearly imperceptible shift I’d felt before teases the hair at my nape into a standpoint. Before I can retract the permission to shut off the cameras so I can figure out what’s changed, my screens go dark.
Three minutes isn’t so long. I console myself with that even as I begin counting. One hundred and eighty seconds can be a lifetime.
ChapterTen
Greer
There’s a chance I’m wrong about who my sugar daddy is. Which would be monumentally humiliating. Of course, I’ve already ensured maximum mortification in front of the guy twice. What’s another time or twelve?
Like the other floors, the penthouse level has only two doors. A handprint wreath with a sign that says ‘Merry Christmas Uncle Radar’ on it hangs from one, the door on the other side of the hallway has an empty vibe and no signs that anyone lives there. At least, I remembered for sure that the light for the top floor had been lit up the other evening in the elevator. So I know I’m on the right level.
Since today’s already an exercise in living on the edge, I decide to take my chances with the decorated doorway. I bring my knuckles down against the door with far more confidence than I’m feeling. Three minutes wasn’t much time to throw on the sexy little elf outfit I’d been unable to resist and dash upstairs, but I’m pretty sure I’ve got a few seconds left in the countdown.
The door swings open before I even have time to lower my fist. One hand is tangled in the short salt and pepper hair that’s just long enough to grab and a look of frustration on his face, and it’s him.
In for a penny, in for a pound. That’s what they say about going all in on a risk to get the big reward, right? Well, here goes.
“Daddy Santa, pretty, pretty please, won’t you put me on your good girl list this year?”
The giant man in front of me staggers back a step or two, leaving the doorway wide open in what I hope is an invitation. I step into his condo and wait just past the threshold. My fingers tangle in the fake fur trim of my barely there skirt as I wait for his response.
“Did I fuck it all up, Sir?” Tears choke me, making the words sound garbled. I was so certain it was him, but this man looks stunned. And not necessarily in a good way.
“How did you know?” Slowly, he seems to recover from the shock of a nearly naked me at his door.
“I’m a good guesser?”
“Try again.” His eyebrow cocks, and just like that he’s the one in control again and I’m fidgeting under his appraisal.
“You called me little doll. In the elevator when I was too busy staring at you to get on and the doors banged into me.”
Somehow, it’s important to me that he sees me as more than a piece of ass. That he sees me as a smart girl. Someone he can want for more than just sex games online. Before I even knew he was the one pulling the strings behind the screen, I felt a draw toward him.
“You scared, little doll?” His hands tighten into fists and unclench at his sides, twitching like it’s taking everything he’s got not to reach for me.
“Should I be?” I’m not afraid of him. Maybe, I should be. Maybe, if he were anyone else, I would be. In the time I’ve been streaming sexy things on the internet, I’ve only heard cautionary tales about meeting up with clients. Then again, I technically met him before he knew how I earn my living.
“I will never hurt you, Greer.” His sincerity is ironclad.
“It would hurt me not to have this be real. To not even know your name and know you only from behind the screen.”
“Be very sure, little girl. I’m willing to allow you to stick to the contract and be mine only through the camera lens. But if you stay up here tonight, you need to understand that you’ll be mine. Forever. I won’t be able to have you tonight and then let you go back down there to put on shows for other men.” A muscle in his jaw tics at the idea of me going back to camming.
I get it. If her were mine, I wouldn’t want to share him.
“Are you going to be mine, then?” Asking is hard.
His eyes turn flinty right in front of me. A deep breath goes in, his chest rising as though he’s fighting something tremendous. He looks like a soldier readying for battle.
“I’ve been yours since before I laid eyes on you the day you moved into the building.”
“You still wanna play, Sir?” Need, hot and heavy, swells between us.
