Pretty Boy (Perfect Boys #1) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,36
I dip my face and peek up at him through my eyelashes, and I catch a flash of heat in his otherwise disapproving face.
“Couldn’t help it, hm?” he repeats, a wicked smile replacing the frown. “Then I guess you’ll need a hand with that.”
A hand? Oh, yes. I nod eagerly, licking my lips spreading my legs. Barrett chuckles and tsks again. “Please,” I beg.
He leans over the bed and brushes a kiss against my lips. “You beg so pretty for me, little rabbit. I have to go to work, but I’m going to help you out with your little problem as soon as I get home this afternoon.”
I whine. This afternoon? That’s ages away.
He laughs again. “And in the meantime, I wouldn’t touch that pretty little cock again, if I were you,” he says. Why? What’ll happen? Is it normal that the mildly threatening edge to his words only makes me harder? And why the heck is this afternoon so dang far away? “Can you be a good boy for me while I’m away?”
I nod again automatically. I can be a good boy, and then his warm words will wrap me up again while he touches me. Just to make sure I don’t slip up again, I scramble out of bed and get dressed while he watches me. I’m used to the feeling of eyes on me, but they’ve never felt so gentle the way Barrett’s do. They’ve never made me feel like I was worth looking at before.
Once my clothes are on, I follow him downstairs to the kitchen where he has a bowl of oatmeal set out for me. It has blueberries and strawberries on the top, which makes it just about the fanciest bowl of oatmeal I ever seen.
“You made this for me?” I ask as he pulls out my chair and hands me a spoon.
“Of course. I wanted to make sure you had something to eat before I left.” He kisses the top of my head.
“Nobody’s cooked nothing for me since my gran died.” I dip my spoon in, smiling fondly at memories of my gran’s grits. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” He reaches into his pocket, and I notice a moment of hesitation before he pulls out his wallet and hands me a credit card. It’s black with silver lettering on it, and it feels heavier than most credit cards.
“What’s this for?” I ask, turning it over between my fingers and looking up at him curiously. “Am I s’posed to buy something you need today?”
The hesitation slides from his face, replaced by another easy smile. “No, Pretty Boy, this is in case you want to go out today. I’ll be gone for about eight hours, so I thought you might want to explore the city, maybe walk around the strip. You can buy yourself some new clothes or get lunch, anything you want. I have a driver on call, I’ll give you his number.”
“I ain’t got a phone,” I remind him, my mind whirling over the fact that he’s giving me his credit card. “And I already got clothes. Looks like there’s food here, too, so I don’t see why I’d waste money on lunch out.”
“Damn, I forgot about the phone issue. Give me a minute.” He ignores the rest of my statement and pulls out his own cell phone, pressing some buttons before lifting it to his ear. “Gannon, hi,” he says after a few seconds, sounding more business-like than I’ve heard him so far. It still sounds commanding, but in a different way. Bossy but without all the heat. “Yes, I’m back in town. Sorry, I should’ve sent you a text, the days have gotten away from me. Anyway, I need you to do something for me. Get a new iPhone and bring it by the house. I won’t be here, but you can give it to the young man who’s here staying with me, his name is Sterling. Excellent, thank you. After that, you can swing by the office. Thanks, see you in a bit.”
He hangs up and slips his phone back into his pants. I eye his clothes for the first time. I was so focused on his face earlier, I didn’t notice the nice slacks and button up shirt he’s wearing today. Glancing back down at my own plain t-shirt and ratty jeans, I cringe inwardly. Maybe I do need new clothes so I don’t embarrass him. But I ain’t about to spend his money to get them. I’ll go out today