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I couldn’t help but laugh, longing to rip off her mask, tasting the sweetness of her dazzling body. That would come soon enough whether she was appreciative or not. I planned on devouring every inch of her multiple times. When I pointed to the seat, she tossed her hair, huffing as she climbed in.
The sight of her long legs made my mouth water.
“Where are we going?” she demanded.
I thought about the question. Perhaps I hadn’t thought this out as well as I believed earlier. “We’re going to begin your training immediately.” She was far too naïve to the lifestyle. I’d need to handle her with kid gloves at first.
If my lack of patience would allow it.
“That means I’ll hate it.”
When I closed the door, I couldn’t help but whistle, a clear indication everything was going according to plans. And I was one happy man.
As soon as I eased onto the leather seat, she launched into me again. “Did you plan this all along?”
“Not initially. The idea presented itself and I couldn’t resist.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“I assure you,” I said as I started the engine, “I’ve been called worse.” After throwing the gear into drive, I sped around the curves leading to the exit, allowing her to feel the full power of my Maserati.
Once on the street, she slowly turned her head. “That confirms it.”
“Do tell.” I hadn’t been this aroused in years, my cock aching.
“Your driving and the flashy car. Boys with big toys are compensating for their itsy, bitsy man equipment.”
Now I burst into laughter. “You’ve been reading too many romance novels.”
She snorted and then was instantly embarrassed by the sound, pressing her hand across her luscious mouth. I’d been thinking how much I wanted to kiss her again while waiting for her turn on the auction block. “I don’t have time to read that trash.”
I sensed she was telling a fib, which made me wonder how many more she’d told herself. As I drove through the city, she concentrated on the scenery, never looking in my direction once. Meanwhile, I couldn’t help but steal several glances, enjoying the view of my prize.
When my phone rang, I glanced at the number on my dashboard and grinned. Why not allow her to overhear a business conversation? “Jameson.”
“Did you go through with the auction?” he asked.
“Yes, I did.”
“And the prize you were telling me about?”
I glanced over, amused all over again seeing the look of chagrin on her face. “She’s sitting right here. Lark, say hello to one of my oldest friends and one third of my corporation. Jameson runs the club in Florida, the one your father is attempting to shut down for lewd acts akin to Satanism. That is what he said, right, buddy?” I was goading the situation, but I couldn’t help myself.
“That’s it, word for word. Hi, Lark.”
When she rolled her eyes, I wagged my finger at her. “She’s a little shaken by my level of generosity.”
“Bullshit,” she snapped. “I’m pissed that he believes he owns me for a week. I’m not for sale.”
“Ouch. She’s a wild one,” Jameson chortled.
“You have no idea. What’s happening in Paris?”
“Our buddy, Philip Dumas, has some very special conditions. At least he has more money than God, which means we won’t be held up at closing.”
“He’s your buddy first of all, and he’s been aware of the design requirements for almost six months. That’s a no-go as far as I’m concerned.”
Jameson sighed. “I had a feeling you’d say that, but I think it’s worth a discussion when I fly into town. That is, unless you’re too busy with your prize.”
