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Eat a chocolate croissant in a sidewalk café in Paris.
Be dominated. (Uh, maybe this should go up to the top?)
Find a man who cares for my mother as much as I do.
Be proposed to by the man I love.
Explore anal. (I’m chicken so this is right at the bottom—pun intended. Hahahaha!)
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Knight
Yes, that was an asshole move on my part. Heading to the office without her and messaging her, knowing she was going to be late. And knowing I was going to tell her off when she came in, and that I’d see the anger on her face when I did. And I wanted to see her eyes flash and her cheeks redden. I was sure she’d slink into the room, but she marched in like she owned the place and took her seat like she didn’t have a care in the world. And I didn't miss the way she winced when her bottom hit the chair. Nor did I miss the way she kept raising her hand to her mouth as if she wanted to bite her fingernails, only to stop herself and clasp her fingers in her lap, which told me she wasn’t anywhere as composed as she was pretending to be.
For the record, it took everything in me to tear myself away from her to head to the office. I skipped my morning run with Adam, who’d only have had a knowing look on his face if I’d turned up with the sated look on my face—so I was only too happy to pass that up.
I watched her sleep in my bed and recorded it in my mind before I left. Because it's not going to happen again. I'm not going to slip up. Won't allow myself to get lost in her pussy, her skin, the touch of her fingertips on my scars, her nails digging into my shoulders, her heels into my back as she took all of me like the good girl she is.
Now, her shoulders rise and fall as she draws in a breath to compose herself, no doubt, before she turns and tips up her chin at me. "You needed something, Mr. Warren?"
I need everything you can give me and that you can’t give me, too, and that’s why I’m going to have to let you go.
"Do you have the list of women from which I can choose a wife?" I snap.
The color fades from her cheeks. "Y-you’re going through with that?"
"Of course, I am. In fact, I’ve decided I should marry within the next week."
Her gaze widens. "The next week?"
"Enough of this faffing around, it’s time to get on with my plan."
"But—" She swallows. "But I thought that—"
"Because I fucked you, I’m not going to marry someone else?"
She winces.
"You weren't bad, especially for someone who’s so inexperienced, but your pussy isn’t made of magic that it’s going to hold me captive."
She firms her lips. "You took my virginity, you bastard."
"Do you expect me to write a poem about it?"
"I expect you to—" She shakes her head. "I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this."
"It’s good to be surprised. It keeps you on your toes. Keeps you alert and aware. Makes you a good employee."
She draws herself up to her full height. "If I had a choice, I wouldn’t be working for you."
"If I had had a choice, I wouldn’t have employed you, but here we are."
She searches my features. "I don’t understand why you paid for my mother to stay in her home."
"Because I could?" I raise a shoulder. "Don’t go reading anything into it. It was a way of buying your loyalty."
"You mean using it to blackmail me, don’t you?"
