Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
She had much to learn and I couldn’t wait to start teaching her.
Chapter Seven
Daisy
My room in Mr. Langston’s condo was bigger than the apartment I grew up in. I'd spent my life in a twin size bed that took up most of my room, but the king size mattress and the four poster frame didn't even take up a quarter of the room. The dark maroon bedding with the thin delicate gold trim was far more decadent than anything that I had ever owned. There were more decorative pillows on my bed that I would ever need, than anyone would ever need, and there was so much padding on the mattress than I would need a step stool to climb up.
On the other side of the room, there was a full-sized matching red couch. Plush cushions, and again, way too many decorative pillows. One the other side of the wall, a large oak armoire, something that I'd never seen before, sat next to a matching dresser.
Two doors decorated the wall near the armoire. I tried opening the first—maybe a closet—but it was locked. Why would there be a locked door in my bedroom?
The second door led to the bathroom, half of which was take up just by the shower. It was big enough to fit at least six people comfortably, with a large soaking tub in the shower on the other side. The beautiful stone and tile work was captivating, but it was the rain faucet head in the middle that intrigued me. Water pressure was always an issue at my place. Standing under a shower of hot water with good pressure was a luxury I never thought that I'd have.
Turning around, I caught sight of my reflection in the large mirror. The thin diamond choker looked completely out of place with the rest of me. My dress, the one that Ralph insisted that I wear, was several years old. It was a little on the thin side and the thread was pulling. I wasn't comfortable in dresses, and only wore this one on first dates. I felt like a country bumpkin in this fancy and expensive place.
Was I supposed to wear the collar all the time? That’s what Mr. Langston had said, but surely I didn't have to sleep in it. Slowly, I reached up and unhooked it, instantly feeling better. The diamonds twinkled under the lights, and I knew that the damn thing cost more than I'd make in several years.
Just having something so expensive even nearby made me nervous, but wearing it?
That was terrifying.
What if I lost or broke it? Mr. Langston would definitely want this back after the month was over, wouldn’t he?
I closed the drains on the two sinks before slowly laying the collar down on the counter. It didn't look like it could fit down the drain, but being careful was better than explaining to Mr. Langston about losing his diamond necklace. If even one diamond went missing, I’d be paying for it for the rest of my life, and that didn’t seem like a great way to start off this arrangement.
Walking out of the bathroom, I went to the bedroom door to lock it. Even at home it was habit, and at least in this unfamiliar place a locked door would give me a little comfort.
Only, there was no lock.
Swallowing hard, I took a few steps back and stared at it. I knew what Mr. Langston expected from me, but he wasn't the kind of man to jump into my bed in the middle of the night, was he?
The screams of my mother echoed in my head, and my stomach clenched. Licking my lips, I tugged on the coffee table and pushed it up against the door. It wouldn't keep him out, but at least he couldn't surprise me.
Feeling a little more secure, I stripped out of my dress and pulled out a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt from my bag. I yanked them on quickly before climbing into the bed and pulling the blankets up to my neck. Despite the softness of the mattress and the warmth of the blankets, sleep wouldn't come easily.
When Ralph had said Mr. Langston was the CEO of a bank, I’d expected some old lecherous man, but he wasn't old. Forties, maybe. But sinfully handsome with gorgeous blue eyes that haunted me when I laid down. Thick dark hair, chiseled features, and a hard body. He ignited something in me that I’d never felt before, certainly never with Ralph, but that didn't dampen the fact that he bought me.
Confusion crawled through my veins, filled my head. Why would a man like that purchase a lover? Women probably threw themselves at him all the time. Why would he choose me? My face might be pretty, but I wasn't the kind of sophisticated and talented woman that he was probably used to. I wouldn't even begin to know how to please someone like that.