Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Are you selling me your body, trouble?
I wait for her reply, my heartrate picking up. She wants me to pay? Because I fucking will. I've never done it before, but for the little blonde vixen I'll do it fucking all.
No, Daddy, her reply comes back. I'm selling you my virginity.
I pace my office, waiting for her to arrive. The receptionist downstairs has been told to send her straight up in my private elevator, but the minutes are ticking by and Willa still isn't here.
She's late. Fifteen minutes, almost twenty. My lips form a thin line. I don't fucking tolerate tardiness, and I've already decided I'm going to discipline her tonight.
I offered her twenty grand to pop her sweet little cherry, and she accepted. Whether I'm shocked or fucking disappointed, I'm still not fucking sure.
But one thing's for fucking sure – I'm not letting Willa leave my office without filling at least one of her holes... and not until I hear her call me Daddy, for fucking real.
Finally, the elevator travels downstairs. I force myself to stay calm and sip from my whisky as I wait for her. I can't even look at the lift as it pulls back up. It's glass, and I'm not ready for the sight of her yet. First, I remind myself, I need to make sure she isn't lying about her age. She's probably lying about her virginity, but we'll deal with that later. Then I can go for what's in her panties. But until then, I gotta keep my head straight.
She walks inside in a cloud of perfume that doesn't suit her. But it doesn't deter me – I can smell her underneath the cheap fragrance. I can smell her skin, lathered in lotion. I can smell her hair, freshly washed. And I can smell her fucking cunt, already dripping. I raise my eyes to meet hers. The same sky-blue gaze I remember stares back. She's a little taller, a little skinnier, has a few more freckles. But it's the same, innocent, sweet little girl who was so infatuated by me in front of that bar.
Except now she's dressed in ripped fishnets, with an impossibly tight, impossibly short dress on top. The dress is black and has a corset bodice. On her feet, she wears black leather boots. She's a fucking vision of innocence and lust somehow combined, and merely having her a foot away from me is enough to make my cock leak against the silk of my boxers.
"Hello," she says with a bright smile. There's a gap between her front teeth and she's devastatingly beautiful. It fucking hurts to look at her.
"Hi, Willa." Somehow, I'm still managing to hold it together as I point her to a seat before me. "I'm glad you remember me."
"How could I forget?" She smiles sweetly, but I see something calculating behind her eyes, something that says she knows how to twirl men right around her little finger.
"Do you remember my name?"
She nods. "Raphael Santino."
"Did you look me up after that night?"
"Does it matter?" Her eyes sparkle with mischief. "You looked me up, didn't you?"
"I had to." I toss back my drink and put the tumbler back down before facing her. She hasn't commented on my posh office or the floor-to-ceiling windows that give me a fucking amazing view of the city. Whether she's impressed or not, Willa's good at fucking hiding it. I wonder whether she's regretting the amount of money she accepted for this. "You've proven to be a, ah... distraction over the years."
"A distraction?" Her pout still looks like a little girl's. "I thought I would provide some welcome entertainment, at least. I can't imagine your life is very wild, Raphael."
She purrs my name and I smirk at her. "What do you know about my life, trouble?"
"Enough."
"Tell me."
"Well..." she taps her chin with her finger, smiling. "I know you're engaged."
A thousand words rush to my lips, but I don't say any of them, just stare her down. I could tell her it's an arrangement. I could convince her I have no feelings for Elise. I could even prove we don't fuck – but I don't want to. After all, this is just a service provided and a transaction paid, isn't it?
"I know you're successful, though that wasn't hard to guess." She motions around my office with a snarky smile. "And I know you cheat on your fiancée."
"That's supposed to be a secret," I mutter, leaning across my desk. "You been keeping a close eye on me then, huh, trouble?"
"You could say that. When something's of interest to me, I make an effort to pay attention."
"And what do I have that you covet, trouble?" I smirk. "My money?"
She shakes her head. I can fucking feel the sparks flying between us. My cock is impossibly hard, and I want to get this over with already so I can bury my cock in her sweet cunt and make her mine. But Willa isn't done, and she leans across the desk too until we're almost touching.