“Please,” I say.I don’t often plead with women for anything, but her safety is more important than my domination.
She hesitates, tempted by the offer.
“I’ll be a perfect gentleman,” I say.
“You won’t try to seduce me,” she says, her tone not giving me any room for argument.
“I won’t,” I say.“But ifyouask for it, I’ll give it to you.Every inch, princess.As much as you want, for as long as you want it.”
Her lips part and I catch the sweet scent of cider as she exhales.Then she shakes her head slightly.“Stop that,” she says.
I nod.“Let’s go, princess.”
She doesn’t object to the nickname, which gives me all kinds of hope for later.
Nine
Ella
When Sebastian said he’d drive me home, I thought that meant he’d do the actual driving.But no, like a rich prick, he has his own driver.We slide into the back seat.
I have a boyfriend.I have a boyfriend.I have a boyfriend.
If I say it often enough, I’ll remember it the next time Sebastian tries to flirt with me.
There’s something familiar about him, beyond the fact that I’ve seen him at the Tyler building.I wish I could figure it out, but no matter how hard I stare at his face, it’s not coming to me.
It’s not as if staring at his face is a hardship, though.He’s so handsome, it makes my chest ache.Those hazel eyes of his seem to see right through me, and he looks at me like he wants to know everything.Ever fleeting thought, every filthy desire.
And looking back at him, at his well-muscled physique stretching out his dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up slightly to bare tattooed forearms?Holy fuck, I am feeling a lot of filthy desire.
I have a boyfriend.I have a boyfriend.I have a boyfriend.
I thought at first that Sebastian would slide all the way across the back seat so we’re next to each other, but he remains on his side of the car like a gentleman.
Well, he would look like a gentleman, other than the salacious, lustful look in his eyes and the bad-boy ink all over his arms.
Primly, I fold my arms across my chest.
His low chuckle blends with the car’s deep rumble.“You don’t have to worry about me, Ella,” he says.“Like I told you, I won’t push anymore.All you have to do is ask.When you’re tired of playing with the boy, the men will be waiting.”
My heart skips two beats.“The men?”
“The man,” he says, winking.
I don’t think he meantthe man.No, of course he did.My sick brain would rather think about him and another man.And I won’t be thinking about any generic man, but one man in particular.Kingston Tyler.
The thought gets me hot and wet.I can imagine Mr.Tyler and Sebastian with me in Mr.Tyler’s office.The lights low, as Mr.Tyler keeps them in the later hours.Mr.Tyler would’ve called me in because the dusting wasn’t done to his satisfaction.But instead of allowing me to do it over again, he would first want to punish me.And Sebastian would want to help.
“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”Sebastian asks suddenly.
I give a little start.I hadn’t meant to go so far in the fantasy, and now I’m ultra conscious of my wet panties.I need to get into my apartment and take a shower with my waterproof vibrator, is what I need to do.
“Ella?”he asks.
“Nothing,” I say, trying to give him a natural smile.
His eyes narrow.“You’re lying, brat.”
