I let her simmer for an hour before I arrive in her doorway.
“Come with me. We are going shopping.”
“Yes, sir. What for?” She answers curtly.
“Anything you want.”
“For me? I don’t need anything.” She comments, confused.
With my eyes narrowed I turn to glare at her. Those perfect breasts pressed against the thin fabric of her worn T-shirt. The curve of her hip, the slight flush of her cheeks.
“I worded that incorrectly. We are shopping for anythingIwant you to have.”
She bites her lower lip, sending a thrill of excitement through my entire body. Misha nods and I gesture for her to follow me.
Yes, this little raven will be the death of me.
But what a beautiful death it will be.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Misha
Vincent has been showering me with gifts since the day I arrived at work for him in this penthouse. We have been shopping every day, spending money in ways I did not know existed. I can’t even fathom the amount of money this man must have with the way he splashes out on me.
The cupboards in my room are quickly filling with the most beautiful dresses, designer clothing, shoes that cost the same as an apartment and delicate lace lingerie. He told me every woman deserves to feel beautiful beneath her clothes - to hide the secret of lace - but I doubt he wants me to keep these a secret from his eyes.
We went shopping again this morning so that I could get the latest iPhone and a new MacBook.
He teased me when he said my old phone with its cracked screen and stuttering memory. I could barely open my social media, and the battery died almost as soon as I unplugged it. But it was working fine, and I’ve been ok with that phone for years.
I don’t need the expensive phone he bought me - but I love it.
Now, I’m sitting on the sofa, beneath the wide round skylight built into the ceiling, with him right across from me reading the news, while I play on my new phone - his eyes are on me - alwayson me. There is some sort of tether in his gaze. A leash that holds me to him.
I sneak glances at him and try to hide my smile as my eyes trace over his rugged jaw line, shadowed with a neatly groomed douchebag, a little longer than when I first met him. His hair is cropped short at the sides and a little longer on top. It makes him even more handsome than before.
The slick, tailored suits he wears, even now at home, make my heart race with desire. Fluttering and dancing and making me giddy like a child. That’s how he makes me feel - with each reprimand, each touch, he makes me feel like I’m being controlled by an authority so fierce I dare not disobey.
But I will.
When the time is right, I am going to push against his requests -I want to play.
But I’m not sure yet that it’s what I’m really here for. How can it not be though? It’s been a week, and he hasn’t asked me to do even a second of actual work. The longer I’m ‘settling in’ the more convinced I am that I’m here for fun.
“Do you want me to make you some lunch, Mr. Vece?” I ask sweetly.
He looks at me across the top of the newspaper. “I told you before, the chef makes lunch for us. That isn’t your job.” His blue eyes are heated, like daggers, piercing into me.
“I could make you some tea?” I push, knowing he gets annoyed when I try to do anything that is not considered to be my job. Not that I know what my job is. But for now, I will entertain myself with agitating him - until he breaks - and I possibly get what I really want.
He teased me with the threat of punishment when he offered me the job and on one or two occasions since I moved in - I pushed it aside at the time, but the longer I’m in his presence the crazier he makes me and the more I want that punishment fromhim. I can’t stop thinking about the night we spent together and how he took control of my body and did exactly what he wanted to it. The pleasure was indescribable.
My entire being is aching for him to do that again, but he hasn’t made a move andI’mnot going to. What if I misread the situation, and it costs me my job? I can’t take that risk.
I keep waiting for him to ask me to wear some of the lingerie, but so far, he’s made no such requests.
And secretly, I’m disappointed.
