Page 58 of Bling


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She dug into the delicious steak and felt a bit embarrassed about having not eaten most of the day. She just got so busy it often slipped her mind.

“I think they did. I left my notes on your desk. I’m sure I missed something.”

Garrett frowned. “Have a little confidence in yourself, Doll. If I didn’t trust you to supervise, I wouldn’t have put you in the role.”

She blushed as she took a sip of her wine.

“I don’t like the idea of you working two jobs,” he said, as he stabbed at a piece of asparagus.

“I’m doing what I have to for my family. We’re still paying mom’s medical bills and she’s been dead for almost a decade. Then there’s the credit card debt, my student loans, keeping the girls in clothes. It’s a lot, even with three adults earning money.”

He leaned back in his chair and watched her eat for a minute.

“I’m guessing you’re not open to the idea of me helping to ease the burden.”

She’d been afraid he would ask. It wasn’t that she had such a problem accepting help, but her father and uncle would. They were from a different generation and had been raise to not accept help from anyone.”

“I have a very old-fashioned family and it would offend their pride. They’re not happy about you being in my life to begin with. Before the gala in Dallas, I got an earful from my dad. He said you were going to expect me to sleep with you because of all the generous things you were doing for me. I didn’t have the heart to tell him it was too late for that.”

Garrett gave her a half smile.

“I hope you don’t feel pressured into sleeping with me,” he murmured. “I use my money to solve problems, not lure women into my bed.”

She bit into the asparagus as silence hung between them.

“I definitely don’t feel pressured,” she finally said. “I would think the fact that I held out until I was ready would tell you that.”

He nodded. “That’s one thing I appreciated about you when we met. You were able to explain so eloquently what you were looking for when you join the house submissive program. Your communication was perfect. I think that’s why I’m disappointed that you felt like you had to hide things from me.”

She sighed. “I’m really sorry. How do I make it up to you?”

“Finish your dinner and come to bed with me.”

“What about spanking me?”

He leaned on the table with his elbows. “Oh, I’m still going to spank you, I’m just not telling you when.”

She stuck her bottom lip out. “That’s not fair.”

He chuckled. “It’s punishment, Isabelle.”

With a sigh, she shoveled the last bite of steak into her mouth and drained her wineglass.

Garrett stood and held his hand out. “Come shower with me,” he said, his voice husky.

Her face warmed as she placed her hand in his.

“Can I wash your hair?” she asked, liking the idea of running her hands through his fluffy dark hair.

He shook his head. “Not tonight. Tonight, I’m taking care of you.”

True to his word, Garrett tenderly washed her in the shower, massaging her scalp and shoulders as he did. When she was clean and rinsed, he made her sit on the tiled bench seat at the other end of the shower while he hurried through washing his own hair and body.

It was a glorious body to look at, so Isabelle didn’t mind sitting and watching.

“It’s rude to stare, Miss Alvarado,” he said as he shut off the water and leaned out of the shower for towels.

He handed her one and wrapped the other around his waist before helping her stand.