glass and bring it back to her, but I slide it on the table in front of her. She reaches for it, but I cluck my tongue.
“Ah ah, little girl. You ask for permission.”
She bites her lip, and my need grows stronger. “Please, sir? May I?”
I shake my head. “Not yet.”
Her lower lip juts out, but I shake my head. “No pouting. Pouting is for naughty girls, and naughty girls get a spanking.”
Right over daddy’s lap.
Her nostrils flare and her eyes widen, but she steels herself with a deep breath. “That’s what you meant by permission.”
There’s nothing about her that’s pretense, nothing but honest responses. She doesn’t know it, but it’s so damn gratifying I’d give her anything she asked for right now.
“It is.”
Among other things.
I wait another moment before I give my next instruction.
“You may have your wine, but remember, Katie. You’re on my time now.”
She nods. “Tell me what to do, sir. I’m eager to please you.”
I want to reach for her, drag her onto my lap and kiss her lips until she melts into me, then lay her out and make her come until she arches her back and screams.
But I school myself. I gesture to the glass and nod. “You may have your wine, under one condition.”
“Sir?”
“You’ll drink it naked. Strip for me.”
Chapter 3
Katie
Naked?
What did I expect as my first night as an escort? That I’d come up here and we’d play checkers while I remained fully clothed? That he’d be so enamored by my small talk, my company alone would fulfill any needs he may have?
This man is sex personified, all confidence and grace and power, and he’s even sort of... brooding and angry, like Beauty’s Beast. I want to kiss every inch of his golden skin, run my fingers along the silver that etches his hair and jaw, drag my tongue down—whoa. What am I doing?
My fingers shake as I reach for the glass. “Um… I can do that, let me just have a bit more, first.” A little liquid courage.
My hand freezes halfway across the table, hovering in the air, when I see the look on his face. He’s got one dark brow raised at me, his jaw is clenched, a muscle by his chin twitching with displeasure.
What have I done? Danger, my mind warns, even as my body heats.
I draw my hand back. “Er... or I can take my clothes off first?”
His lips twitch. “You’re learning quickly.”
Something in the way he stares at me, like I’m a prize to be won even though he’s already got me. It’s unnerving, and yet I find it extremely erotic. What luck to be seeking inspiration for my next novel, and to be called upon by this man, a man that oozes sex and power.
Am I crazy? I’ve gone from starving artist to insanity in the space of an evening.
But ten thousand dollars...
The alcohol’s doing its job. Somewhere, in the dim recesses of my mind, I know I should be more nervous than this. But the thought of stripping in front of those hungry eyes of his has my heart hammering and my body trembling with excitement.
I stand from my seat beside him. If he’s paying me ten grand for this little peep show, I’m going to make it good. I do my best to sashay, swaying my ass like the girls downstairs, as I walk around the coffee table.
Facing him, I give him a sexy little grin, hopefully looking more confident than I feel. I reach behind my back, floundering for my zipper.
I can’t find it.
Tossing my hair over my shoulder in what I hope is a sexy manner, I give a little laugh. “Just a moment…” and fumble some more. Finally finding the little metal rascal, I give it a tug.
It’s stuck.
Damn.
So much for a sexy strip show. “Ah… just you wait, big boy. I’ve got this under control.”
What-the-fuck… Big boy? Where did that come from?
He gives a growl. “Another one of my many rules—you may call me sir, nothing else. With one exception once we get to know one another better.” He gives me that look again, the one that makes my nipples tighten and my core throb.
One exception?
“Yes, sir.” My fingers grab at the hem of my dress, tugging it upwards. I struggle to get the material over my hips, but I finally yank it up around my waist. I give him a wink, “Just another minute and...”
Fuck. I’m stuck.
The dress is wrapped around my ribcage. My black panties are on display,