The Scotch Series: The Complete Series (Scotch #1-3) - Penelope Sky Page 0,111

That was an understatement. She looked completely fuckable—even if she didn’t finger herself.

“Thank you.” She came around the desk, trailing her fingers along the ancient wood as she approached. Maybe she was doing it on purpose, but her sexiness seemed natural. She could walk into any room looking like that and turn heads everywhere. She stopped at my side, her short dress showing off her toned thighs. “Working hard?”

“I never work hard.” My arms rested on the armrests, and I felt my cock harden in my slacks. My hand couldn’t resist a touch of her smooth skin, so I wrapped my fingers around her thigh. I wanted to pull her onto my lap and sheathe myself inside her warm pussy. Whenever I was in the same room as this woman, that was all I ever thought about. She infected my mind like a poison.

“I hope that’s not true. Don’t want to be homeless.”

The corner of my mouth rose in a smile. “I’ll always take care of you, Lovely.” My fingers trailed to the back of her knee and to her calf. She had strong muscles for a small person, probably because she was on her feet all day when she was in school. My hand moved back up her thigh and underneath her dress until I gripped her left cheek.

Perky and soft.

“Is there something I can do for you?” My fingers felt the lace of her panties.

“I’m hungry.”

“You know where the kitchen is.” I had a chef working day and night when I was in town. When I was elsewhere, he got to take a vacation.

“I don’t like eating alone all the time. It’s boring.”

“Are you asking if you can have lunch with me?”

Her eyes narrowed at the way I worded my sentence. “No. I’m not asking if I can have lunch with you. I’m telling you we should eat together.”

The corner of my mouth rose in a smile, loving that feistiness. I would never want her to stop setting me straight. It was something I loved about her, even though I would never admit it. She wasn’t docile, obedient, or quiet. That was how I liked her—most of the time. “When you put it like that…it’s not like I’m doing anything anyway.”

“I hope you do something productive while you’re in here all day.”

I shrugged. “That’s debatable. Time passes, but I never feel like I’m getting anything done.”

“Then you should fire Ariel.”

London would love that. “She’s not the problem. Without her, I wouldn’t be productive at all.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” She stepped away, so my hand dropped back to my side. “Come on, I’m hungry.”

“You’re bossy today.” I stared at her ass as she walked to the door.

“I’m just hungry.” She turned around with her hand on her hips. “Now feed your woman.”

My woman? Instead of shooting her down, I actually liked the title. She was my slave, and I liked possessing her. “Wouldn’t want you to get grouchy.” I rose from the chair and buttoned the front of my suit. I walked up behind her, thinking about taking her on my desk when the meal was over. My arm slipped around her waist, and I walked into the hallway with her tucked into my side. “What are you in the mood for?”

“I’m not picky.”

I was over a foot taller than her, but my arm was long enough to scoop around her waist. I liked her wide hips and slender stomach. She was petite but still womanly. We entered the large kitchen where my chef stood in front of the series of stoves.

“Hello, sir. What can I get for you?” He wore a tall chef’s hat, and I wondered how he balanced it on his head all day.

I turned to London. “No preference?”

“Surprise us,” she said.

Chef Bingly smiled. “I can do that.”

“Want to eat in the courtyard?”

London lit up like that was the most exciting thing to happen to her all week. “Yes.”

I guided her down the hallway again until we reached the courtyard that stood between two of the main fortifications. It had a great view of the countryside and the mountains in the far distance. The gardens were properly maintained, and they were blooming with roses of various colors. A fountain dripped continuously, providing the sound of falling water as the backdrop.

London felt a pink rose in her fingertips and smelled it before she examined the gardens further. She looked at the concrete statues and the bushes trimmed in the likenesses of safari animals.

I took