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Time for her new plan.
“I have a new proposition,” she said, patting the sides of her mouth with a napkin and then rising from her seat.
And so it begins.
“Please take a seat, Hunter,” she said, pulling out a chair for him. She had to display her dominance from the get-go.
Suspicion crossed his gorgeous features. “I won’t bite... unless you want me to,” she said softly, adding a bit of a flirtatious twang to her tone and completely unsure whether she pulled that off or just came off as creepy.
Fully amused now, he sank his tall frame into the chair, and once he was settled, his long, muscular legs spread wide, he still managed to convey that even seated, he held the advantage over everything about her.
Kensley reached out to one side of his shoulder, willed her hand to stop trembling, and seductively trailed her fingers across his massive width to the other end of his shoulder until she faced him again.
She then smiled and leaned against the edge of the table, her arms crossed over her chest, a stance he had taken with her before, except she could push her breasts together for his sole attention.
He rubbed his jaw in that supremely rugged way as he gazed at her face, but never for a second did his focus move to her ample cleavage.
Not a problem.
That just meant she had to use more of her wiles, and she was prepared to use them all if needed.
“You're a powerful man, Hunter.” She kept her voice low and husky because that was what the script she had written with Marcy instructed her to do. “You always get what you want.”
His focus continued to remain solely on her face. “So much so that you went from the easiest route of paying me for my virginity to actually agreeing to work for it over a period of thirty days. That’s how confident you are.” She paused. So far, so good.
“And you want me, don't you? You want to take me to your bed and do things my body has never experienced before,” she whispered, then dropped her folded arms from her chest and leaned over, giving him an undivided view down her cleavage as she stuck the tip of her tongue out and licked his ear.
Never in a bazillion years would she have imagined a scenario where she would have to play a very sensualfemme fatale. Mostly because she wasn’t sensual and certainly not afemme fatale.But here she was, fighting for her grandparents’ home to remain standing and fighting for her status quo of staying a virgin. It really was for the best anyway.
Okay, so it may have looked counterproductive for her to try to seduce him with the end result of keeping her virginity, but she had a foolproof plan and she was certain it was going to work.
It had to work.
She couldn’t take another day in his company without changing a bit more of herself every time.
His cologne caressed her senses, but the man could have been made of stone. Not even his breath changed one iota. Unperturbed, she continued.
She reached down and ran a fingernail over the bulge in his pants. He didn't even blink, but his cock hardened under her touch, and she, a virgin at her core, had to exert a great amount of restraint not to pull away in a bout of shyness.
She couldn't believe she was sticking to the script, even though beneath the facade she was a total wreck. Marcy would not believe she had gotten this far.
“Why play all these games? You’re certain you’re going to win. I’m certain I’m going to win. We’re basically wasting time, drawing it out over a month. How about we speed up the process a little? Yes?”
He neither agreed nor seemed interested in what she was saying.
“Like I said, I have a new proposition to make.” She raised her stiletto-clad foot and placed it on his thigh. Like a curtain parting, her dress gave way to reveal the tiny speck of fabric barely concealing her waxed pussy from his view.
And still, he refused to take his eyes off her face. What was wrong with him? Was he made of stone? Was he the Ice King? Was she not that appealing? No, she was, or else why would he have offered to buy her virginity? Right?
“I think you'll like this one better. It gives you what you want. Me. But only if you’re good enough.”
She prayed he couldn’t see how she trembled on the inside. The natural urge to close her legs and cover herself up drilled into her from all sides, but not yet, she cautioned herself.
If she got through this now, she would be home free—literally. She would be back in her little apartment, and her grandparents would get to keep theirs.
She plucked out the folded page from her belt and handed it to him. “Let’s end this Hunter.” Without leaving her gaze, he took the quartered sheet of paper and unfolded it. His beautiful eyes moved from her to the print in front of him. He skimmed it, and seconds later, he knocked her foot off his thigh and rose.
He then proceeded to lift her as if she were weightless and place her on the edge of the table. He leaned in close. His breath whispered against her neck.
