Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I choose the Porsche. Go big or go home, right?
I drive with the top down to meet her at her place. She lives downtown in the thick of all the action.
Pulling up to her building, I'm pleasantly surprised to see her waiting outside. Her legs look fucking gorgeous in that outfit. Is she even wearing a skirt or is that just one big oversized T-shirt?
She's rocking some highs stilettos, and I can't even imagine how it would feel to have those legs wrapped around my body.
I speed up to the curb and pull open the door from my position in the driver's seat. She looks at me curiously, which I love, and she gets in.
"You're on time," I comment.
"Of course. You told me to be, so I was."
"Good girl," I remark, as I take in the sight of her dazzling, tanned legs.
"So where are we going anyway?" she asks.
"That's gonna be a pleasant surprise for you." There's no way I'm telling her.
I take her along the scenic route, because I want to throw her off and because I wanted to spend every minute I can soaking up the site of her lithe body in my favorite car.
Her blonde hair is flowing in the wind and against the night sky. She looks so alluring.
I gotta admit this girl is sensational. She's gorgeous and she's fucking smart, what a turn on.
I drive fast and take the corner sharply. She better get used to life with me, and this is how I roll.
Part of me wants to pull over and take her right here against the Porsche. Normally, I'm in control of my own desires, but Nicole tests that. It takes all I have to just keep on driving.
Eventually, we pull up to Layla's, and I see her eyes narrow.
"That's right, baby. I want to see you dance," I say enjoying her reaction.
My goal is to make her uncomfortable, and I think I've achieved that. I get out and toss the keys to a valet before opening the door for Nicole. She gets out hesitantly and seems to know the valet which is… awkward for her.
"Hi, Brian," she says.
"Hi, uh, Nicole," he says, obviously unsure of what to say as she's on the arm of one of the biggest billionaires in town.
I lead her inside and she acts like she wants to be invisible. There's no hiding from this. She used to be a dancer, and I want her to own it.
I have it arranged so that we’re led directly to the VIP room where we can watch the stage via a two-way mirror. I order the both of us a couple of drinks and then sit back and watch the current stripper perform.
"So, did you ever want to dance?" I ask.
She looks at me in a hesitant way, reflecting on her recent past. "I did, Adam, I really did. I was always told I’d be good at it, but… I could never really bring myself to do it.
“I always felt like it would have been selling myself, but I knew it wasn’t like that for the other girls. There’s nothing wrong with it, but something always just held me back…”
Her demeanor takes me off guard. She’s usually much more confident, but her nervousness about it explains a lot about her hesitation to submit to me, and to us.
"That's interesting," I say. "Because I'd love to imagine you on stage. In the office, you're so professional. I think it's time to remove that façade."
I smooth my hands over her shoulders and feel her shiver under my touch. Exactly what I wanted.
"Why did you want to dance?" I ask.
"I feel like it would make me feel… powerful. In control of myself," she says.
I use my thumb to trace a circle on her shoulder. It looks like she's frozen in time just waiting for my instruction.
"There are all kinds of power," I whisper to her ear.
She understands my insinuation. She nods her head in agreement, and I like what I see.
"Dance for me," is all I say.
She looks at me like she doesn't know if she should or not. I give her a look that tells her she’d better obey, and under my gaze she does.
She gets up to begin. That T-shirt dress is looking so hot right now.
"Let's see if you have the power to make me lose control," I say, waiting for her to take me and my challenge on.
Nicole
Adam's got me right where he wants me, and I'm not sure that I like it. He's brought me back to the strip joint where I used to bartend.
Is he trying to humiliate me? Or to prove something? Does he really find this a turn on?
At least I'm kind of in control because I’m at least familiar with the environment. I’ve flirted with the guys that come through and I know how they operate and why they’re here. More importantly, I’ve watched the girls dance numerous times.