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)
It was mesmerizing.
As I stood in the doorway, staring at her, she turned those gorgeous eyes up at me and smiled. “Care to join me? I can pick a movie that we both like.”
When was the last time I’d sat on the couch with a woman and watched a movie? Hell, when was the last time that I’d sat down and watched a movie alone? I couldn’t remember, and her invitation was more than tempting, but it was a dangerous road to take. Daisy was here for one thing only. To be my submissive, and that didn’t include movie date nights.
Of course, there were moments, like right before dinner, when I could see that she wasn’t submissive at all.
“No.” Turning from the doorway, I headed to the stairs.
“Mr. Langston! Before you go, can I ask you a question?”
After hearing her moan my name during sex, it was getting on my nerves to hear her go back to Mr. Langston. “Brick,” I said coldly and turned around. “You may call me Brick when we are conversing and Master when we are in bed.”
She stared at me in disbelief. Annoyed at myself, at wanting to hear my name on her lips, I cleared my throat and wished it were just as easy to clear away these unfamiliar desires. “You had a question for me?” I reminded her.
“Yes, of course. Sorry. Tomorrow. In addition to my chores, may I go for a walk? There’s a lovely park across the street, and I’d like to spend some time over there.”
Let her out of the penthouse? I clenched my fists. “No. I don’t want you walking around the city alone.”
“What?” She frowned. “I grew up in the Bronx and have been walking by myself in the city since I was eight. Walking across the street in broad daylight isn’t dangerous compared other times that I’ve been alone.”
“Unlike the people who called themselves your parents, I care about your safety,” I snapped. Her face immediately darkened in anger. There were some lines even I shouldn’t cross.
“Is this about my safety or do you just not want someone to see me leaving your condo? I can’t possibly be as…fancy or sophisticated as the woman you usually see.”
“I don’t ever want to hear those words leave your lips again,” I snapped, angry that Daisy thought she couldn’t compare to other woman more than actually being mad at her. “You are not to compare yourself to any other woman. Ever. If you want to go out so bad, we’ll go out tomorrow night. For dinner.”
“Out to dinner?” Daisy repeated it like it was a foreign concept to her. Didn’t her sorry excuse for a boyfriend ever take her out to dinner?
“Yes. In the meantime, I don’t want to have this discussion again. If you want to take in the sun, open the blinds and sit by the window. We’ll go to the park this weekend. Together. You’re not walking around in the city alone. Now watch your damn movie and go to bed.”
I didn’t bother to stick around to make sure that she obeyed me. I closed myself up in my room instead. The scent of wood polish hit me almost immediately, and I frowned. I’d forgotten about telling her to clean in here. Now thoughts of her in my room, touching my things, consumed me.
Crossing the room, I turned down the coverlet and stared, finding exactly what I was looking for. A single strand of long blonde hair on my pillow.
It should piss me off that she’d taken liberties and crawled into my bed, but it didn’t. It was feasible that she’d just crawled in to feel the sheets on her skin, but they were the same thread count as on her own bed. Maybe she’d just leaned over while making the bed and the hair got tucked in, but something told me that wasn’t the case.
She wanted to be close to me while I was gone.
And that pleased me far more than I wanted to admit.
* * *
The woman was a dazzling sight. When I picked her up for dinner the next night, I didn’t bother getting out of the car. Not that it mattered. As soon as my driver pulled up to the valet, Daisy was running out the door to greet us. The woman could barely walk in heels from the stairs to the kitchen, but when she had a goal in mind, the stilettos were no obstacle. At least it seemed that her foot had healed enough to use the high-heeled shoes. It made me glad to think she wasn’t in pain from cutting it on the glass a few nights ago.
Even my driver chuckled when he opened the door and she slid inside. “Thanks,” she said breathlessly and rewarded me with a huge smile. The emerald dress was stunning against her skin. I’d picked out something more modest. Something she’d be comfortable in, but also where I wouldn’t have to see other men completely out of their minds drooling over her and making me angry all night. The halter-style dress showed just a peak of her ample cleavage, and the dress fell to her knees. It hugged her curves in all the right places, and I wanted to just sit and stare at her.