Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
It will be too late.
I’m using all my savings to do this, and I’m terrified and creeped out and I hate to admit it…a little excited.
I get up and turn on the taps as I run myself a big deep bath, I sit on the edge as I wait for it to fill.
Tomorrow I meet him, Misty’s stranger.
I smile as I think how proud she would be of me.
I’m a little proud of me too.
I pace back and forth in my room.
This can’t be happening. I can’t go through with it.
I want to leave; I want to leave now.
He’s due any minute and I don’t think I can go through with this.
I’m wearing a black sexy date dress and heels; my dark hair and makeup is done.
I’m even wearing lingerie and suspenders.
All I know about my date for the weekend is that he’s between twenty-five and thirty-seven, he’s heterosexual and that he wants to be pegged by a heterosexual woman.
That’s me….
No names or personal information are going to be exchanged and this is the only time we will ever see each other.
I swallow the nervous lump in my throat.
I glance over to the black box that was delivered an hour ago. The equipment we need for the assignment.
Fuck…. I can’t even bring myself to open the box and look at it.
Bang, bang, bang…goes my heart.
“Shit, shit, shit.” I hold my temples as I imagine how horrifically bad this could be.
Knock, knock.
He’s here.
I glance to the window, wondering if I can jump out of it and escape.
Oh no, it’s too late to leave. I’ve wasted all my money on paying for something that I’m unsure if I’ll be able to go through with.
I open the door and am greeted by another bellboy wearing a white uniform.
“Good evening, Miss Doe.”
“Hello.”
He steps to the side to reveal the man standing behind him and the air leaves my lungs.
Tall, dark hair, and handsome with the biggest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.
Utterly gorgeous.
We stare at each other as electricity crackles in the air between us.
“May I present Mr Doe.”
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Alora.
“Hello.” He holds out his hand to shake mine.
Oh, he’s English.
“Hello.”
A weird sense of déjà vu falls over me.
Wait…have we met before?
Mr Doe’s eyes hold mine. “Leave us.”
I glance around as I suddenly realize the bellboy is still here, I totally forgot.
“Yes, sir.” The bellboy turns to me and nods “Dial nine if you need anything, Miss Doe.”
“Thank you.” I can’t even look the poor bellboy in the eye. Does he know the perverted shit we’re here to do?
Of course he does.
I just want the earth to swallow me whole, I’m very vanilla usually…I promise. What must he see working in a place like this?
The door closes as he leaves and we are left alone, I’m so nervous that I can hardly breathe.
Mr Doe has a dominant power about him, why the hell would he be paying for sex?
He walks to the bar. “Would you like a drink?”
“Yes please?” I say timidly.
“What would you like?”
Cyanide sounds good.
“Umm….” I can’t even think, let alone string two words together. “Whatever will be fine.”
He stands with his back to me and as he pours our drinks my eyes roam over him. He’s tall, standing over six foot three with dark hair and well built. His suit is perfectly fitted and something about his aura and the way he holds himself tells me he’s wealthy.
He turns and walks toward me with a glass of amber fluid and ice in a crystal tumbler. My heart somersaults in my chest as I take it from him.
He gestures to the table and chairs and we sit down opposite each other.
Just being close to this specimen of a man is unnerving.
“Thanks.” I take a sip and wince.
Fuck.
Tastes like gasoline only stronger.
He sits back in his chair all powerful like and sips his drink as his eyes hold mine.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump goes my poor panicked heart.
What’s he thinking?
An awkward silence hangs in the air between us and I just need to break the ice.
“You’re not what I expected,” I say softly.
“What did you expect?”
His piercing gaze has some sort of intimidation superpower, I want to crawl under the table and hide.
“I’m not sure.”
His eyebrow flicks up as if unimpressed with my answer.
Fuck…why did I say that?
“Am I what you expected?” I try to sound confident but my question comes out as barely a whisper.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re submissive.”
No I’m not…am I?
“You don’t like submissive?” I frown.
“I love submissive.” His dark eyes hold mine and he lifts the drink to his lips and takes a slow sip. “Very much.”
His approval excites me and I feel my face flush.
I nervously sip my drink. What will I say next?
Okay…what the fuck is going on here?
I’m supposed to be hating every moment of this and getting something ticked off my to-do list. Having a visceral physical reaction to this man was not in my plan.