“Good,” he bit out, his eyes moved over my face for a while then he growled, “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck… me.”
What now?
No, no. I didn’t want to know. I didn’t want VIP vouchers either even though I could possibly sell them on the internet for half the cost of opening up a mountain retreat spa.
I just wanted to go.
Now.
“Can you move up so I can get up and get out of here?” I requested cautiously.
“Tomorrow, I’m giving you breakfast. I’ll pick you up at nine.”
I blinked.
Then, yes still whispering, “Pardon?”
“You heard me.”
I shook my head. “I can’t.”
“Bullshit. Nine. You say no again I’m givin’ you breakfast anyway but only because tonight, all night, until morning, you’re tied to my bed.”
There it was. The whole body shiver I wasn’t sure was good, as in very, very good or bad as in very, very bad.
“Knight,” I breathed.
“Nine.”
“I have a client at eleven,” I blurted and his head jerked as his brows shot together.
“A client?”
“Acrylics. Um… fake nails. Standing appointment every two weeks. Her name is Shirley,” I explained though went overboard on the information because I was freaking out.
He stared at me and I felt my entire body heat from the infuriated blaze coming from his eyes.
Then he said, “Lunch, one.”
Oh God.
“Knight –” I repeated.
“Lunch, Anya, one. You come to me. My place. I don’t get a call up at one, the boys find you and bring you to me.”
He meant that too. God, he meant every word.
“You’re scaring me,” I told him quietly and honestly.
“Good, then you’ll do what the f**k I say,” he bit back. “Now, I’m gonna go, send up a drink and you’re gonna drink it while you wait for me to find a man I trust to take you out back so no man’s eyes are on you as you walk through my club. He’s gonna put your ass in a car and take you home. He’s walkin’ you to your door. He’s also doin’ a walkthrough of your place. You give him shit, he’ll tell me and I’ll punish you. Are you with me?”
“Not really,” I whispered.
“You will be,” he whispered back, pushed off and stalked to the door.
By the time he got there, I’d pushed myself up in the chair but had not been able to scramble out of it before he pinned me to the spot with his eyes.
“That dress, babe, you wear it again, it’s only for me.”