Temptation - Leigh Lennon Page 0,37

you what you want.”

He leans forward, the bubbles of the champagne clouding my mind.

“Kitten, what is it you want?”

The one and only question that matters is now before me. I want more than he can give me. Yet I can’t give him the one thing he wants. With the minutes I spend with him, it becomes more apparent that he could never be just sex to me. After over two weeks together, he’s an ass I’ve developed feelings for.

“I want to be unconditionally loved with a family and children. In this lifestyle, it’s not something I could even fathom.” I stop, a tear falling from my eyes. “And I can’t give you what you want, Chadwick.”

“And I will ask you this again, Kitten. What is it you think I want?”

“You want my complete submission without a commitment. You want to use me as you’d like and to dispose of me when you’re done.”

He grips the bridge of his nose all while his eyes are closed. “Well, Kitten, you need a better education of how submission works, but for today, we’re taking a break. You and me, we’re going on a date. After your massage, get your sweet ass ready. Be sure to wear jeans and comfy shoes.” He leaves me, so I can’t answer him. I think this had been his point.

Chapter Eighteen

Chadwick

I have the top down on my Lamborghini, speeding down I-10 as if I don’t have a care in the world. For starters, this is really the first date I’ve ever taken a girl on. Not just any girl but the girl. Grabbing her hand, I interlace our fingers, and she doesn’t pull away. The words I can’t give you what you want swim through my mind but not as much as you can’t give me what I want do.

Ten more days are what I have left to woo her. Fuck the money. I’ll null and void that fucker I had her sign—fully giving her the hundred G’s, but then she’d leave, and I’d never see her again. And I wonder what about this girl makes me want her in a way I’ve wanted no other person in this world.

She’s watching the scenery as we whip by, and I wonder what she’s thinking. She knows shit about California, and I haven’t told her where we are going. But in a light blue tank top and a pair of skinny jeans and her blue Converse, I love this side of her. She’s just as sexy in her sneakers as she is in the four-inch heels she wears for me. But I won’t tell her I think she’s cute in her beloved Converse.

“Kitten?” I ask, and she’s stopped asking me not to call her this.

“Yes, Sir?” she asks, and it hits me that she still calls me Sir.

“We’re leaving tomorrow for Seattle, then New York after that. When we get back to Chicago, you’ll only have six days left on your contract.”

Her head turns to the side, and I can’t see her face. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“You can stay and work at the club, if you’d like,” I offer. A day ago, I was making her sit in coach to make my point that I’m in charge, but after Greer’s words in the club and her tears from yesterday, I understand how fragile our time together really is.

“So, will you make me fly coach?” Fuck, I can’t help messing with this girl even though she’s all I think about.

“I may, depends if you are a good girl.”

She pushes away her honey brown hair that flies into her eyes. “And are we going to the club in Seattle since we aren’t visiting the one here?”

“Ah, Kitten, you’re missing my kinks at the club, are you?” I turn off the freeway, where she can see our destination.

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see, Sir.” Her eyes are big, and she squeezes my hand hard as a small little giggle escapes her mouth. “I’m a California virgin. And you bring me to the most iconic place.” Something so kid like transforms in her, and I’m left speechless with her eyes on the Santa Monica pier.

After parking as near to the pier as we can get, she makes a beeline to it, dragging me with her. “Kitten, it’s not going anywhere.” I underestimate her excitement over something I take for granted, having grown up here.

She’s like a little kid with a smile plastered on her face, hopping up and down on