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“You told me not to.”
“Good, Nadia. Doing what I ask is a big part of what you can do for me.” He bent over and kissed my cheek, then restarted the car.
“You want to withhold my orgasms?”
“Control your orgasms…amongst other things.”
“You can have sex with anyone.”
“I can, but I haven’t in a while, and I don’t do casual sex anymore. So when I choose someone, that person is the only one in my life. No woman interested me until now.”
My insides warmed, and I squeezed my eyes shut to stop the delight that rose within my chest. But before I let myself get carried away, I had to remember the truth about this arrangement.
Paul told me, “I don’t do hypotheticals, but I’ll take care of your dad’s issues…and you’ll bemine.”
I’ll be his. I caught his eye.
But the facts still remained.
Paul’s not interested in any romance with me. He wants a plaything.
We pulled up to a modern building tucked away amongst the stone mansions of Central Park, with sleek black glass, steel, and stone. It was on a quiet street with minimal foot traffic, since there weren’t any retail stores or companies nearby. A doorman and valet came forward and took Paul’s Jaguar with fluid ease.
Once we were inside, a middle-aged woman wearing a muted suit and high chignon came forward. Her heels clicked across the grand marble entrance as she greeted us. “The rooms are furnished, the amenities are in order, and the refrigerator and cabinets are stocked with the basics. I can turn everything over today,” she said, shaking Paul’s hand.
“Thank you, Margaret. How’s Henry?” Paul asked as he took my hand.
“He’s great.” Her smile was exuberant toward me in greeting. “So wonderful to have you here, Ms. Sokol. There are only twenty homes in this entire building, most of which are A-list stars and producers. There’s also a Michelin Parisian chefwho only comes for a short season. Your food will be restocked and delivered by your housekeeper. There is a gym, spa, movie theater, and pool, but you have a pool pavilion in the penthouse.”
I swallowed my gasp and tensed next to Paul. He gently tugged me forward onto the elevator. Margaret put a private key in a lock, and then we rode together to the top.
She led us down a small corridor with modern art hanging on the walls to an open-plan living area with massive windows. The spectacular panoramic view showcased the Manhattan skyline stretching to the Hudson River. An infinity pool was visible, along with a long seating area and a balcony.
“Designer Hans Rhys furnished this home, but we can change everything.”
The sunken living room had custom modular couches and decorative pillows. The decoration was minimal, but with strong primary colors and sculptures, lights, and tables as stylized accents.
The kitchen had a stainless-steel walk-in freezer, wine cellar, built-in espresso bar, and rows of oak and marble cabinets. Not to leave out the chef-grade stove that my dad would go crazy over.
Margaret pulled out a chair at the kitchen island to show the space underneath and hidden storage areas.
She led us past rows of cabinets to a room with a worktable and rows of built-in wardrobes.
I touched my cheeks in complete astonishment.This space is incredible! Truly a dream come true right out of a fairy tale.
“This could be your design room,” Paul said.
I had to fight with myself to remain calm on the outside, but I burst with excitement inside. Paul had selected the perfect space for a home studio. He even had two dressmaker dummies and sewing and knitting gift baskets on display. His considerationwas swoon-worthy. However, it was his attention to detail that swept me away.He asked me about my designs and specialty and then made sure one of the gift baskets had yarn. It wasn’t just any yarn, but the high-quality fiber I couldn’t afford.All of it was way beyond anything I’d imagined for myself.This is really too much.
Paul touched my back. “What do you think, Nadia?”
“It’s a lovely space.” I bobbed my head and smiled before walking back into the hall. Dad was right. Paul seduced me with luxuries well above my means.It would be hard to say no to him if he gives me my dreams.I needed to try to keep a level head because he overwhelmed me.
“Well, let’s take a look at the master bedroom and the pool before you decide,” Margaret said, her voice strained, as if she’d picked up on the vibe that we might not take her listing after all.
The bedroom had more windows and a large platform bed with a massive upholstered, buttoned headboard. The fireplace had a seating area, and Margaret demonstrated the electronic opening of the blinds and hidden flat-screen television. Then came the bathroom, which was counters were made of marble and the floor tile, with a walk-in shower and freestanding tub in front of a row of windows. I didn’t miss the small stool for sitting next to the tub and the other chair facing it, where Paul would surely watch or touch me.Paul’s a voyeur, getting his own sexual pleasure from watching.The tub was big enough for two.Will he also join me?A thrill went straight to my clit just imagining it.
What would my parents think? I can’t stay here.I ran my hands down the sleeves of my dress and stepped away from Paul and Margaret.
