Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,28

the table. I glance at it, and her schedule is listed as flexible.

“I didn't know my schedule ahead of time,” she explains meekly.

“Do you know it now?” I ask her.

“For this week,” she answers me quickly. I nod and let out a heavy sigh. That'll have to work.

“I’ll need your schedule,” I say and hold out my hand for her to pass it to me from the pile of papers in front of her. She should have brought it.

She looks at the stack on the table and then up to me. Her eyes are gorgeous, a beautiful mix of greens and blue with a touch of golden brown. They're the most stunning hazel eyes I’ve ever seen. Her chest rises with a sharp breath as she says, “I-” she stops, and swallows thickly. “I didn’t know to bring it.”

My expression hardens, and I move my hand back to my lap. My fingers grip my thigh to keep from grabbing her ass and pulling her across my lap. She’s unprepared. My dick is hard as a fucking rock knowing I should punish her. But I have to remember, she’s new and still needs to learn.

“I can get it to you tonight,” she says in a slightly more firm voice.

“Is that acceptable?” Madam Lynn asks me from Dahlia’s right. I can feel her eyes on me, but I don’t take mine off my treasure. I can’t punish her just yet. But I’m going to give her a taste of it tomorrow. Whenever I’m able to get my hands on her.

“How many hours a week is your internship?” I’m already pissed that I can’t have her whenever I damn well feel like it.

“It’s forty hours,” she says softly. Her quick reply with an answer I was expecting makes me relax somewhat. I can handle forty hours of her away. It will be good for her to maintain a social life. I swallow down my selfish desire to have her on call at all times. For now, this will have to do.

“What time are you done?” I ask.

“Around six,” she says, then holds my gaze and nods.

Around six. I give myself a moment to calm down. She isn’t trained. She doesn’t know me. But she will, and she has so much to learn. “Precision and timeliness are important to me.”

She opens and closes her mouth, clearly at a loss for words and then nods her head. That’s a very good start. I’m enjoying this already.

“I’ll need to know when and where to pick you up.” I could have my driver wait there, or I could wait outside of wherever it is that she works as well, but I don’t have any desire to wait around. I have a list of shit that needs to get done, and I want to know a specific time. More importantly, I want to hold her to this time.

“No later than six fifteen,” she says confidently. Good girl. It’s irritating as fuck that I’ll have to wait, but I’ll have her to myself tomorrow night. I’ll bury myself in work until then.

“I’ll need the address and your schedule sent to this number.” I jot my number down and slide it across the glass-topped table to her. She reaches for it, but I keep my fingers on the paper and wait for her to look at me. “I expect that message tonight.”

“Yes…” I can practically hear the “s” on the tip of her tongue. She looks up at me and then back to Madam Lynn.

“Ask me, Dahlia,” I tell her. “If you have a question, I’m the one you need to ask. No one else.”

“Sir?” she asks with those sweet hazel eyes peering up at me, filled with vulnerability. “Do I call you sir?”

My dick is harder than it’s ever been in my entire fucking life. “Yes, treasure. You will call me sir.”

She starts to ask another question, but then pauses for a moment and licks her lips. “Always?” she asks.

I shake my head gently. “In this club and when we’re playing, but if I take you out, then no, I don’t want you to call me sir.” She nods her head, accepting what I’ve told her as I let my own words settle. Take her out. When would I fucking do that?

“Any last questions for either party?” Madam Lynn asks. She looks between the two of us, but her eyes linger on Dahlia. She’s seen many of these auctions; I’m sure she’s made up in her mind what type