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Following Gavin’s instructions, I pack myself the only three pairs of jeans I own and a few T-shirts, along with a couple of pajamas. As I’m gathering my toiletries from the medicine cabinet, I get a glimpse of myself in the mirror above the sink.
God, why me? Why is Gavin Alexander doing this to me when he can have any bombshell of a model at his disposal? Instead, he chooses me, with my messy ponytail and bags under my eyes.
I place my palms on the counter and drop my head. All I need is one minute to just breathe.
You can do this, Andie. You have no choice. It’s just one week. Seven little days in which you will serve that billionaire in any way he desires.
Except, he’s not just a billionaire, is he? He said so himself. He’s a bad man who does bad things. The fact that I find him insanely attractive doesn’t change what he is.
Will he do bad things to me? Will I like them?
Heat spreads through my core at the memory of our encounter. For nearly a year I’ve assumed Gavin didn’t notice me. But tonight, he proved me wrong. The way he looked at me, like a hungry wolf who’s cage door has just been opened, and the first thing he sees is a scared little bunny. That’s the way he looked at me, like he’d gobble me up and leave nothing but a quivering mass of flesh.
He circled me as if he was the predator and I was his prey. When he crouched behind me, I was so vulnerable, I could practically feel his teeth latch onto the back of my neck, holding me in place while he did things to me.
Shit. The things he’d do to me. He didn’t even try to hide what he was imagining. There was no missing the way his breath hitched when I turned to look at him. His pupils dilated as he zeroed in on my mouth, like he was going to kiss me, ravage me without waiting for an answer.
My lips pulsed with blood and need in anticipation of that kiss that didn’t come.
“Because of his gray morals,” I whisper. His twisted logic kept him in check.
But the kiss will come. More than that, actually. Gavin’s eyes promised that and so much more. He promised he’d make me come time and again, for his own pleasure. Something tells me he’ll keep that vow.
The question is, how? What sordid plans does he have for me? He didn’t seem interested in me wearing a maid costume, even though he made it clear keeping his house was part of whatever dirty little fantasy he has.
Will he watch me while I clean?
Will he touch himself while I do?
Am I going to do it naked?
Is he rough?
I grab my birth control pack and stare at the tiny pills. It’s been at least two years since the last time I had sex.
Troy was a thirty-second tryst, all I could afford on my break. He was fired the next day and I never heard from him again. It didn’t matter, he wasn’t mind blowing. But I tried to scratch that itch, the one I feel growing the older I get, and it didn’t even come close to satisfying me. No one ever has.
Even though I’ve never reached that peak other women talk about, it doesn’t mean I don’t like it. I’ve made myself like it, taught myself tricks that allow me to enjoy intimacy with men. It makes me feel normal, and not as broken. Hence, the birth control pills.
Dropping the pack into my toiletry bag, I wonder if Gavin is the sort to wear a condom? There are men who simply don’t like to. A rich man like him could have us both tested for STDs within hours. Then he’d be free to go bare.
So the question is, would he come inside me? Or is he the kind that will pull out and spread his stuff on my tummy or lower back.
The very thought of him holding his shaft as he spills all over me, shoots an unexpected pulse between my legs.
“Ugh, you disgust me,” I say to my reflection. “Being blackmailed turns you on? You are broken after all.”
That’s when I have a horrifying thought. What if he discovers what’s wrong with me? Worse yet, what if after all of these years, he’s finally the one that can satisfy my need, and it only breaks me more?
And on top of all that, it’s going to cost me my job.
How am I going to explain this to Lola? Giving her an excuse for my week-long absence will be easy. However, it won’t be as easy to tell her I’ve been let go. Not when she knows how much I rely on this job. I’d have to work far more hours than I do for the same amount of money anywhere else. She will be devastated.
I’ll just have to take all of the cash from Gavin’s closet. There’s no other choice. It will buy me time to find something else. He said I could.
That’s if he keeps his word and doesn’t call the cops anyway.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.” I grimace and let out another long breath.
