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Normally, I’d be distracted by what was on those shelves…if my attention wasn’t drawn again and again to the imposing man standing before me practically saturating the air with his dominant vibes. Wearing a well-fitting black suit, black tie, and mask similar to the one the other guard was wearing, but with more gold, he was as intimidating as could be. The mask made his frosty blue eyes glow, and the lines around his firm mouth deepened as he slowly stared at me and his jaw clenched.
“Thank you, Marcus,” Tyler said in his familiar, deep baritone voice that gave me goosebumps. “You may leave. I will take care of our lovely Isabella from here.”
“Of course, Mr. Skyler,” the guard gave me a bright smile and a little bow. “Ms. Isabella, it’s been a pleasure. Do enjoy your stay at Club Wicked.”
I watched the man leave, staring at the shut door for a long moment before turning back to Tyler and unclenching my hands long enough to give a little wave. “Um, hi.”
“Hello, Nora.” He made my name a caress, so my body perked up and a warm tickle started in my lower belly. “Are you ready for that cup of coffee?”
Chapter 3
Tyler
An electric buzz sizzled down my spine as Nora stared up at me with her big, lovely hazel eyes. The hot pink of the mask made them appear darker than normal, but her gentle spirit shone through. This morning on the beach, I’d known she was naturally beautiful, but seeing her all dressed up just might give me a heart attack. I hadn’t noticed before how lush her lips were, but she’d painted them with some kind of pink sparkly lipstick that would look great wrapped around my dick.
It seems like my cock had been permanently hard since I’d met her, no matter how many times I’d jacked off today.
She nervously smoothed her hands over her tiny—so fucking, teasingly tiny—shorts, and I had to resist the urge to reach out and grab her. Hell, I wanted to do more than that. I wanted to take her in my arms and tell her that I was never going to let anyone, or anything, harm her ever again. That I would be her shield against a cruel world that loved to destroy beautiful things. What I felt for her went beyond any natural protective streak I had, to the core of who I was.
Nora was a survivor, and she’d shown an enormous amount of strength of character to withstand the shit she’d been through without letting it kill the kindness inside of her. Yes, her ex had mentally fucked her over her in a way that made me furious, but despite his best efforts, he hadn’t been able to break her. She was still wounded, still healing, and I wanted to be the one to show her that she was strong, she was beautiful, and she was worthy of being loved.
Worshiped.
Like a princess.
Nora needed a strong hand to guide her. From what I’d read in her application, she liked to be in control of her life, but she also loved it when a man took care of her, did small things to make her happy, cherished her. Any man wanting to win her heart would have to be willing to do the extra work involved in loving a princess. Thankfully, I had a feeling Nora wasn’t too high maintenance. She just needed an extra level of affection and control from a man she could trust to make her happy.
I won’t lie, I’d pored over every ounce of information I could find on her, more than a bit obsessed. I’d even spoken with the current owners and heads of the board, Mr. Felize and Mrs. Felize, on how to best approach the situation. It was common knowledge that Mrs. Felize had been in an abusive relationship before they met, and he had basically rescued her. Mrs. Felize now ran a highly successful treatment program for people suffering from abuse, so I figured if anyone would know how to best help Nora, it would be them. They both said to take it slow, to let her lead, and to give her the space to come to her own decisions. None of that would be easy for me to do, but for Nora, I was willing to try.
With their advice in mind, I took a step forward, getting into her personal space. Looking down, I studied her as she leaned slightly forward, her gaze still locked on mine, her body straining to close the distance between us. I swear, I felt sparks dancing in the air around us, a sensual reaction that I’d never experienced before with another woman. The pure chemistry between us was off the charts, and I slowly reached up, giving her plenty of time to see my movements. I allowed myself the brief pleasure of touching a strand of hair she’d curled which hung over her ear. The silky brown ringlet slid between my fingers as I gently pulled the soft curl out, then let it spring back.
