Royally Broken by Elle Boon Page 0,35
what being excited was. Lawd did she ever. Her first orgasm had been after seeing him laid out on that rock. She felt a little guilty for the way her body got excited by looking at his, but then she’d noticed his had reacted to her as well. At the time she didn’t know all boys weren’t the same size.
Her first time seeing a penis up close after Keys had been with her college boyfriend. What an absolute disaster that had been. The memory made her snort as she put her credit card into the slot. Poor Ben didn’t enjoy her comment that she thought all men were going to be—big like Silas. In hindsight, she should’ve stayed silent and let him have her virginity instead of saving it for her wedding night. A shiver of revulsion went through her.
“I’m sorry, ma’am but your card is declined.”
Palmer recoiled, embarrassed at the girl’s loud statement. “There must be a mistake.” It was a platinum American Express card. There’s no way it was declined.
“You can try it again, but I warn you, if you do it too much I’ll have to confiscate and cut it up in front of you.”
The way the little bitch said it like she looked forward to doing it, made Palmer look closer. She didn’t recognize her; was sure she’d never met her before. “Do I know you?”
“Why do you ask? Are you so important you think everyone should know who you are? There’s twenty thousand people in town. Get over yourself.” She tossed her clearly fake blonde hair over her shoulder.
Keys moved next to her, handing Jaxson over to Palmer. “I got this, Palmer. What’s your name, girl?”
The girl pointed at her tag right above her breasts. “Sabrina. What’s yours?”
Palmer wanted to smack Sabrina upside her bleach blonde head and snatch her false eyelashes right the fuck off.
Keys ignored the girl, inserting his own black American Express card into the machine. If anyone knew how you get a card like his, they’d know you had to be invited to get one, had to spend over a hundred thousand a year and show an annual income of over one million. Not to mention the induction fees were pretty steep for most. Keys had no problems meeting the criteria.
Sabrina’s eyes followed his card, blinking furiously. “What kind of card is that?”
When the machine said approved, he pulled the Am Ex Card out, putting it back in his wallet. “My credit card, girl. Need the receipt, Palmer?” he asked, seeing her grin as he all but ignored the rude cashier.
“Nah, it’s baby food and junk.”
“Well, then, let’s roll.” He grabbed the plastic bags filled with their goods and walked out, knowing the town would be buzzing with the news that Palmer’s friend paid for her shit. Whatever was going on with her card he’d suss out once they were back at the B&B.
“Thank you for paying for all this. I’ll pay you back when we get to the B&B. Where are you staying?” Palmer asked.
He stopped walking, looked down at the woman who fucking had him by the balls, staring at the utter beauty. “We’ll discuss it when we get to your suite.”
They probably looked like the most fucked up pair in town. Palmer in the sexy as hell little A- line dress that hit her a couple inches above her knees, giving him a flash of smooth thighs when she moved. Yeah, he knew all about women’s clothing since he was the one who had to buy the stuff for their rescued clients. Most didn’t have a stitch on when they brought them out of wherever they were. Since he researched the fuck out of each and every client, he tended to make sure they had something familiar to put on after they were saved. Then you had him, black from head to toe, a chain attached to one of his belt loops in front going into his back pocket hooked to his billfold. He’d know if a pickpocket tried to lift his wallet, but the chain wasn’t stainless steel like most would think. Platinum was the most expensive metal and since he didn’t have anyone else to spend money on, besides Maui and Moana his Pitbull Mastiffs, he splurged on things he liked.
“You’ve gone awfully quiet.” Palmer’s southern voice brought him out of his own head.
“I was contemplating what people in the good old town of Lionsville saw when they looked at the sweetheart of the place walking