Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
After all, their deal is scandalous. I don’t know what I was expecting from them, but it certainly wasn’t that. I had no idea that they were going to make me an offer to be their living, breathing sex toy on a full-time basis. Honestly, I think I should be offended, but I can’t find it within myself to be offended when it would be a little hypocritical on my part. Because how could I be offended by something that–as much as I hate to admit it–turns me on so much? The thought of Chris, Jamison, and Dane using my body for their pleasure whenever they want is naughty, titillating and so wrong. But I’m a girl who’s always been attracted to wrong, and that’s the pickle. As a result, I want to suss things out more. I want to talk with the three men, and dig a little bit before making a decision.
Now, I’m at the Casa Lavazzo at the Merovingian. It’s a gorgeous Italian restaurant with soothing music, low lights, and white tablecloths. The hostess nods when I arrive, and immediately leads me over to a table where Chris, Jamison, and Dane wait. They stand when I approach, and a hot shiver runs through my insides. They’re gorgeous, as usual, dressed formally tonight in dark suits with blinding white shirts underneath. Three sets of dazzling blue eyes pierce through me as I take a seat across from them, trying my best not to blush at all the attention.
“It’s nice to see you again, Tamara,” Dane greets, seating himself.
I clear my throat, letting out a nervous giggle, before mentally scolding myself for being so turned on already.
“You too,” I murmur. “It feels like it’s been a while, even if we just saw each other yesterday.”
“It feels like it has been a long time,” he agrees simply.
I bite my lip out of nerves, and then smile a little. “So what did you guys want to talk about? I’m assuming it’s the same thing as before…?”
“Yes,” Jamison nods. “We wanted to try our hand at convincing you to take us up on our offer again. But we’re going to sweeten the offer, Tamara.”
“Oh?” I raise my brows. Wow, this I did not expect. The deal was already generous enough before. I mean, they offered me a penthouse, all access to the hotel amenities, free food and drink, as well as ten thousand in cash per week. I don’t see how they could make things much better than that, but who knows? I’ll hear them out.
“How so?” I murmur. “I’m all ears.”
Chris regards me with a calm blue gaze.
“We offered you ten thousand dollars a week previously, but we’ve realized that we can do better than that. Twenty thousand dollars a week instead should suffice, right?” he drawls.
I open my mouth to stammer something, but Dane cuts me off.
“And vacations too. At least one vacation every month, to any destination of your choosing. You could have a trip to Paris in May, pay a visit to Africa in June, have fun in Cabo in July, and visit Germany in August. Wherever you want to go—it’s entirely up to you.”
“That’s very generous,” I try again, but it’s Jamison who cuts me off this time.
“If it’s fashion that you’re interested in, we can fly you out to all the fashion shows that you want to watch. We can get you on the red carpet during movie premieres if you want to meet your favorite actors. We can get you backstage at any concert you’d like—"
“That’s all very nice,” I interrupt him quickly. “But you guys are missing the point. It’s not that your previous offer was terrible. It’s just like I said before. I’m used to working, so being your plaything would be a big change for me.”
The men stare at me, nonplussed.
“But if you’re used to working, isn’t that even more of a reason for you to take us up on our offer?” Chris queries with a furrowed brow. “This way you can rest and be taken care of without having to lift a finger. Isn’t that every woman’s dream? To be coddled and spoiled by the men she’s with?”
I bite my lip, letting out a silent sigh as I look around at their handsome faces. “It isn’t that simple,” I murmur.
“Why not?” Dane frowns, leaning forward.
I hesitate before opening my mouth again. “Look,” I ignore the question. “Basically, what you guys want is some kind of … toy. Or a doll, if you will. You want a girl whose body will be yours. A girl who you can do anything with. Is that correct?” I question.
The three of them share looks, wearing nearly identical looks of poorly disguised befuddlement as they nod their heads in agreement.
“Yes, in a way,” Chris says in a careful tone, his face wary. “I wouldn’t put it quite in such brutal terms, but—"