Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Fuck that was close; I took another minute or two to calm myself before following her upstairs. In my own shower I turned on the cold water and dunked my head, trying to calm down my libido.
I found my hand on my cock and caught myself after the third stroke. ‘No Callan.’ I removed my hand and soaped up the rest of my body vigorously as I willed my cock to go down, gritting my teeth each time the memory of her hot body or the hungry look in her eyes as she’d watched me intruded.
I was dressed and ready by the time she came out of her room. She was a little more composed but I didn’t mean for that to last too long.
***
Her first appointment was with a beauty consultant. The woman seemed to know her stuff except when it came to Kitten’s hair. “No.”
“Sir?”
“I said no, you’re not cutting her hair.”
“But it will work better for what we’re looking for if we just took a few inches off…”
My glare was all that was needed to change her mind. I hovered over everything like a concerned dad as she went from one place to the next.
I never knew there was so much involved in this side of things. She had to have her skin studied for some fucked up reason, which someone tried explaining to me, had to do with make-up tones whatever the fuck that is.
Her body had to be measured and weighed and her nails, hands, feet, everything came under scrutiny. By hour three she was holding my hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.
By then the consultants were turning to me for answers instead of her, as they realized that each time they asked her something, she deferred to me. I couldn’t have planned it better if I’d tried.
We broke for lunch and I made sure our table had a booth so that we could sit close together. There wasn’t a time that I wasn’t touching her in some way, all casually of course.
I saw the light of excitement in her as the dark cloud from the day before receded. She was a lot more animated as she prattled on to me about all the exciting things she’d learned that day and all that laid ahead.
Tomorrow is when the real work started, when they would start implementing the things they’d discussed today. “Come. Don’t forget your packet.”
“Oh yes sorry.” She grabbed the folder they’d sent her home with. They’d told her what colors worked best with her hair and skin tone and I think there was a nutrition list in there as well that we’d go over later. Right now I wanted her all to myself though, and riding on her high, I knew just the thing I wanted to do.
Knowing her I knew that she wouldn’t have accepted me taking her shopping. I’m sure I could’ve worn her down, but I wanted her to enjoy the experience as much as I planned to.
With her mind full of dreams of what was to come, I was sure she would probably just see it as an extension of the day. “First we have to replace your phone.” I squeezed her hand when I felt her slight hesitation at my mention of the day before.
I didn’t make a big production of it just bought her the same exact one as the one that had been destroyed, before dragging her off to the next store.
Like any woman, especially one so young, she was enthralled as soon as we entered the chic boutique. Her eyes widened as she looked around. The sales assistant whom I’d called ahead of time during one of Gabriella’s fittings was there at the ready.
“Mr. O’Rourke so nice to see you again, why don’t you and the young lady follow me.”
We followed her to the back of the room where there was an area set up with lounges for wary husbands I suppose, who had to spend hours waiting for their wives to choose clothes.
“I went ahead and pulled some things after your call, your description was spot on sir if I do say so myself.” Kitten was looking back and forth between us at sea. But the good little girl that she is, she said nothing. I smiled and teased her fingertips as Gloria walked off to get started.
“What’s going on Callan?”
“We’re shopping pet, nothing to worry about.” She looked around at the row upon row of designer clothing, everything from casual wear to evening gowns.
“But isn’t this stuff going to be really expensive, I don’t think I made that much…”
So fucking sweet. I wasn’t sure who was more surprised by the kiss I planted on her lips, her or I. “My treat Kitten, just relax and enjoy.”
“But…” she looked at me with that lip of hers caught between her teeth. She was green yes, I had no doubt, but she wasn’t too inexperienced to realize what was going on here. I wasn’t ready to spell things out for her, not just yet; that will come later, after I’d wormed my way into her every thought.