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After all, even if I am a slut, I still have a little dignity I want to keep.
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Isaac
I don’t take orders from anyone. Anyone! Not even my daughters, with their big green eyes, break me when I have my mind made up. Yet, here I am, standing in this town house with a girl who looks sweet and innocent but is actually hell on wheels. Or, more accurately, hell in nothing but leather boots.
The longer I take in the sight of her, the weaker I feel. I want those boots in the air, on my shoulders, around my waist.
Something is definitely wrong with me. Maybe I’m having a midlife crisis or a mental breakdown. I should seek professional help.
Holly’s a temptation in leather. And I have no doubt the strappy dress and boots were all part of her master plan to seduce me.
It worked.
I gave in. It was wrong but felt fucking amazing to come down her throat.
That one little blowjob isn’t enough. I want more, and the conniving little slut knows it. She walks off down the hall, and I take two steps to the left to watch her ass cheeks, still red from my palm, jiggle the entire way. Opening a small closet door, she pulls out a pillow and fleece blanket for me as promised, knowing I’m picturing her in her bed and me with her.
When she returns to the living room, she tosses the pillow and blanket on the sofa, then gives me a quick peck on the cheek. On the fucking cheek.
“Good night,” Holly tells me, already heading for her bedroom, only stopping long enough to bend over and pick up her shredded dress. She does it so slowly I barely resist pulling my dick out and fucking her right then and there. “Oh, and I have a roommate now. Please don’t shoot her or anything if you see her.”
I’m so captivated by that ass of hers that it takes several seconds for her statement to sink into my brain. “You got a roommate? Already?”
She. Holly definitely said she, so thankfully, it’s a female roommate.
“You told me to, didn’t you? I obeyed.”
Oh, hell, she’s nailed the submissive good-girl act.
The next second, she disappears, closing the door behind her as if to send the message that I’m not welcome in her bed.
I should leave. Find someone else to come babysit at the town house.
But I don’t.
Sitting down on the sofa, I remove my boots, unable to believe my own stupidity tonight.
And while I may work all hours of the night, I usually go home at some point. I can’t even remember the last time I didn’t sleep in my own bed.
CHAPTERELEVEN
Holly
Isaac didn’t come to my bedroom last night. Not that I gave him any encouragement. Still, I held out hope he would bust in anyway but figured it was a long shot.
When I got up this morning, the sofa was empty, the blanket and pillow apparently put back in the closet before he left.
“Stubborn ass,” I mutter.
Going over to the window, I peek through the blinds and find a huge guy with a beard sitting on a Harley, arms crossed over his chest as he watches the road. The patches on the back of his leather are the same as Isaac’s – the snarling hound.
I’m glad he has someone watching out but wish I could’ve seen him before he left.
When I’m walking back down the hall to my room, the guest bedroom door cracks open, startling me. I forgot I have a roommate now.
Brooke sticks only her head out and takes in my pink robe. “Is it okay if I come out now?”
