Temptation - Leigh Lennon Page 0,15
of buses, but I’ll leave that for later.
A text alert, a lonely chirp not assigned to anyone, brings me out of my funk, and the hairs on my arm stand on its ends. Shit! I secured the money deep in my purse along with my phone so I wouldn’t lose it and forgot to send Chadwick a text.
Unknown number: Ms. Lipton, I had to go search for your cell phone number, and I don’t search for or chase anyone. Do you understand me? For someone who’s afraid of getting spanked, you sure are asking for it.
I save the contact number in my phone and chuckle. He can’t see what he’s saved as—or I’d really be getting that spanking I’m avoiding like the black death.
Me: Sir, I’m very sorry.
In my text, he can’t hear the sarcasm in my voice.
The hot asshole who wants to spank me: Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky I can’t hear you right now. Be ready at 8 p.m. tonight. You are needed at the club.
Me: What? I start work tonight?
The hot asshole who wants to spank me: I have no idea. But I want you here.
Me: Um, sorry, Sir. I don’t understand. I’m not your sub. I don’t have to obey you like this.
The hot asshole who wants to spank me: You’re my employee. Be here. Or you don’t have a fucking job.
How will I get there? I guess I can have an Uber take me, but it seems like a waste of money since this job is in my rearview mirror the second I have enough cash to find a normal waitressing job. Having an employer who’s not a controlling dick is just a bonus.
The hot asshole who wants to spank me: Ms. Lipton, I’m waiting.
Me: Am I going to get a spanking?
The hot asshole who wants to spank me: No, not for this. I know you’re overwhelmed. But if you want a spanking, I’ll gladly give you one.
Oh, he thinks I want pain? As if I need pain and I crave it. Does he think I’m a masochist?
Me: No, it’s not my style.
The hot asshole who wants to spank me: Oh, by the time I’m done with you, my kitten, it will be.
Me: Are you a betting man?
The hot asshole who wants to spank me: This just got interesting, Kitten.
I chuckle. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s flirting with me.
Me: Don’t call me Kitten, please. Sir.
The hot asshole who wants to spank me: Oh, Kitten, I think we’ve already established that I call people anything I fucking well please. Now back to the bet. Let’s place one.
Me: I have nothing to offer you.
The hot asshole who wants to spank me: Are you forgetting something, Kitten?
I exhale a deep breath and summon my nonabrasive self to deal with this jackass.
Me: I have nothing to offer you, Sir.
The hot asshole who wants to spank me: Now that’s better. Thanks, Kitten. Back to our bet. You do have something I want.
Me: So what’s your suggestion?
I understand I’m a forbidden fruit to him, not one to allow him access to my sweet peaches.
The hot asshole who wants to spank me: Let’s see, in a month, if you are not fully turned on and ready to explore BDSM with me, you’ll have earned fifty grand. But you have to be willing to learn about BDSM on my terms. It doesn’t mean you’re mine, but you’ll be required to accompany me to the dungeon and live in the apartment next to mine for the duration of the bet.
Me: What? You want me living next to you?
The hot asshole who wants to spank me: Yes, I have an extra apartment. What’s your answer?
Technically, I’m not hoeing myself out. No sex will be involved, though being around him all the time, the likelihood of my mouth causing my ass to be spanked is high. One month for fifty thousand dollars. It’s not conventional, but no money is being exchanged for sex. Actually, quite the opposite. If I have sex with him, the bet’s off, and I lose.
The hot asshole who wants to spank me: I’ll raise the ante, Kitten. One hundred thousand dollars.
Holy shit, I almost drop the phone.
The hot asshole who wants to spank me: I’m waiting for your answer.
In one month, I’ll have enough money to leave the city and settle down in a place I don’t have to auction off a lung to live.
Me: You’re on, but I want it in writing, Sir.
A couple of minutes go by,