e. That's right, I can spot an asshole a mile away. Everyone knows about the Chloe Pon

as I peruse the scrap of paper he left on his desk,

ly, I said, Do you think

nts to yes, I s

clock and I still ha

ake a long shower to calm her racing hormones, and then head to bed. She would have

t to appease a man who gave her the mocking eye t

might do to her, she would not have ru

red dress that hugged her every curve, nor would she h

hed all those tasks, calle

bell. Strangely, I felt no anxiety. I had no reason to put my faith in Oren Bretton, but I also had no reaso

would do whatever the right man told me to do, or I would prove that I was not. And if I did, I'd have to face the possibility that I was just pret

black t-shirt. His eyes, which had previously been a deep, sea blue, were

any cuts. The traces I may have left on you will disappear within a few days. And if it all

u use your secret word, that's it, you're out of here. This isn't for your a

a result. My mouth was dry, so I nodded my head in agreement. Exactly what I needed, right? It was a

ugh a screen door located in the kitchen. It's time to get some fresh air. Strip.

ors and hear voices and the smell of barbecue. A full darkening of the sky would not occur f

I decided to safeword and run because of his smug smile. O

and paused for a moment there. Nobody would be able to see me in the secluded area of his backyard thanks to the fen

ld be done;

air felt refreshingly cool. I got down on my haunches on the patio stones, with my knees slightly apart, my hands on my thigh

fore had I felt so vulnerable as when I felt his eyes on me as he walked around me and raked my naked

but it would mask the sound of low moans. Do you feel better now? Honestly, I was in a state o

He spoke in a l

o I co

say when I tel

"How high," I

you were wrong abo

more than a tool for his pleasure. My internal conflict was evident in my eyes, and he picked u

all, Profe

still hanging

h. Simply put, "Because my pus

r, kitty. Maybe there's more to you than meets the eye... H

a low tone.

. However, he then spoke with a more stern tone. "Unbutton my pants

ith arousal at his every command, and my willingness

attempted to unzip anything with my mouth before, I was a bumbling mess

un of the situation, but he also didn't offer any assistance. I couldn't help but wonder if he was watchi

tact, as I bobbed up and down with my mouth seeking the pull of the zipper. The only sign that this