Temptation - Leigh Lennon Page 0,16

and I’m left waiting as I’m sure is his ploy.

The hot asshole who wants to spank me: Okay, I’ve contacted Todd Teely, and he’s drafting the contract. I’m guessing you haven’t unpacked at Ms. Singletary’s. Leave all your belongings there. I will have it packed up at a later time. I have a car on its way to pick you up. Get your sweet ass back to the club, and we’ll get you moved in.

Me: The club?

The hot asshole who wants to spank me: It’s where I live, when I’m in Chicago.

Ah, fuck, I ask the same question again; knowing it’s not the last time I’ll ask this. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

Chapter Eight

Chadwick

I’m looking at my texts, peering through all the transactions of what I’ve agreed to. The money—a hundred G’s is a drop in the bucket to what I bring in monthly, not making a dent in my self-worth. But 24/7 basically with this chick?

Here are some of the unusual or rash behaviors I’ve let occur. First, I’ve contacted her. Ariel was about to go down on me. Her lips were so close to my dick, I felt her breath, yet I walked away, concerned Eve hadn’t gotten back to the apartment.

Next, in my abhorrent behavior, I looked up her number. Well, I called Nina to find it on her application, but I initiated contact. Never have I done this.

Let’s not forget the money I gave her to make sure she’s not left penniless until her first paycheck. Sure, I take care of my subs, but she isn’t one. And I’ve given her money like I care for her needs.

Next, my fucking texts could be considered almost flirtatious as if she were a school-aged crush.

And after all this, she’s going to be in the apartment next to me. How do I sleep, knowing her supple tits and the hips I want to be between are on the other side of the wall? Now, instead of thanking Jared, I’m going to kill him.

Then there’s that last little bit of straw that broke the camel’s back. I’m pursuing her. I want her. I’ve never wanted anyone. Sure, I love pussy, but it’s always available. She’s not simply pussy. She’s the ultimate temptation.

“Sir,” Nina’s voice comes over my intercom, “I’ve gotten your personal driver to the address you provided.”

“Great. Thanks, Nina.” What the hell? I’ve said thanks to her more often than I normally do. Is this temptation of mine causing me to change, to be nice? Fuck, I hope not.

Looking at my watch, I see it’s just shy of three p.m. I’ve not gotten shit done today. I’d had a conference call from my Los Angeles club manager I cancelled on. And I’m about to do the same for the Seattle club, too. But these assholes, two more of my best friends, can suck my dick if they can’t handle shit on their own.

After sending a text to my buddy in Seattle, I sit back and wait, wait for the girl I might as well admit is my new fascination. My one and only temptation.

There’s no knock, just an explosion of doors that open with Jared bursting in. “What the hell are you thinking? I know I told you she was great for you but not like this, shithead.”

A couple of hours ago, I switched to bourbon. The doors are still open, and I stand, my bourbon flying out of my hands as I’m slinging it against the wall of the office. “I’m not sure who the fuck you think you are, but I suggest you shut the door and right fucking now.”

Turning his back for a second, he closes the double doors, glancing back at me from time to time to make sure I’m not going to sling something at him. There’s so much I won’t tolerate, and at the top of my list is fucking disrespect. Money buys me a lot. I may have grown up with this shit bag friend of mine and may even consider him a brother when I’m not pissed at him, but at the end of the day, I still sign his very huge paychecks.

“Have you lost your mind?” His hands are erratic, animated, and his face, red with fury. “Just five hours ago, you about had my balls for hiring her. Now, you’re going to what? Claim her? Fuck her? Make her kneel to you? I know I said she’d be a good submissive, but she isn’t an overnight