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)
Gently easing down off the counter, I spread my arms. “I don’t know what to tell you. It just happened that way,” I lied. It was easier that way. Trying to describe my fear of sex was humiliating. It was painful enough to discuss my mother’s depression, but to talk about why she was like that?
I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
“Fine,” the old woman grumbled as she opened the oven and put the veggies in. “Everything should be perfect in twenty minutes. Brick will be home in fifteen, so go change. Remember to pat the veggies down before you serve them. Brick doesn’t like them too oily, and only serve him a small helping of mashed potatoes.”
She’d been drilling it into my head since she got there. “Go home. Enjoy your night,” I said with a laugh. “I’m going to be fine.”
I headed to my room to change. This time, Mr. Langston had a green cocktail dress picked out for me. It was nearly as revealing as the sheer fabric that I’d worn last night, and the hem was a little higher than what made me comfortable. My curvy hips stretched the fabric a little too much, and if I bent over, far more would show than was appropriate—though I supposed that why Mr. Langston had chosen this dress.
Once again, I wasn’t to wear panties underneath either.
After refreshing what little make-up I wore and running a brush through my hair, I waited in the kitchen and tried not to panic. After Brick left me alone this morning, I couldn’t help but wonder what he’d be like tonight. Would he be angry? Impatient?
Nervously, I clicked my nails on the table and stared aimlessly at the wall until realizing that the tapping of my finger was in sync with the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall.
Mr. Langston was late.
I covered the pot of potatoes so they wouldn’t get cold and took the veggies out. As I patted them dry, I set the oven on low to keep the lamb warm, praying that it didn’t overcook while putting the veggies back in too.
Five minutes late turned into ten and then twenty.
Had he been in an accident?
I had no phone, no way of contacting him. After staring nervously out the window, I booted up the laptop that Mr. Langston said was okay to use and quickly went to the traffic website. There were no reports of accidents between here and the bank.
Then twenty minutes turned into thirty. I removed the food from the oven and covered it with foil. Didn’t Suzie say he was never late?
I started to pace.
Thirty minutes turned into an hour, and my panic turned into fear. What if Mr. Langston was so angry with me that he’d decided not to come home? What if he broke our arrangement? I’d be back out on the streets before dawn. Ralph would never take me in if I didn’t have the money in hand, and I had no back up plan.
Sixty minutes turned into ninety, and I managed to cut up the meat and separate them into storage containers. I cleaned the kitchen, and finally, when there was nothing left to do, went back to the computer.
If Mr. Langston was going to come home and kick me out, I’d better have a damn good reason for him not to. If I had to seduce him and please, then I needed to know exactly how to or my ass might end up sleeping on the street tonight.
My finger trembled as I typed in the search bar.
How to be a submissive.
Chapter Fourteen
Brick
It was well after midnight when I finally arrived home. I’d spent most of the night at an upscale bar down the street. The day had been hell. I wasn’t a man of violent mood-swings, but my desperate need to fully take Daisy, combined with the fear on her face, had put me on edge all day. After leaving the office, I’d had the driver take me home—only stepping out of the car seemed impossible. Instead, I instructed him to drop me off at the bar.
She needed to be punished. This was supposed to be an easy arrangement, and we were days into our contract and I still hadn’t fucked her. She was to blame. That deceptively sweet face and hot body of hers was anything but easy.
Finally, when I’d had just enough liquor to know that Daisy would sway me from my desire, I went home. A single lamp was still on in the living room, and the penthouse was spotless. She’d done everything on the list and then some. A slow smile played on my lips.
Daisy was learning.
There was a note on the refrigerator address to Master. I immediately hardened. This was the first time she’d used the title unprompted. Fuck, she was learning fast. There were notes on the proper reheating instructions for dinner. She also noted that she’d be more than happy to fix me dinner if I wanted to wake her up.