CHAPTER FOUR — DAVID
This girl is unbelievable. And I don't mean that in a good way. I've dated and loved many women in my lifetime, and she's somehow, by far, the most defiant woman I've ever come across.
And that's saying a lot.
Her audacity is unlike anything I've ever seen before.
First, there's the fact that she dared to show up to clean today in a kinky maid costume. I was ready to evict her, and she begged me for a second chance. And out of the kindness and goodness in my heart, I agreed.
And how does she decide to repay me? By dressing up in that ridiculous costume and trying to seduce me.
Unbelievable.
Although…I hate to say it, but I can't entirely blame her. I'm sure she's tried this trick on lesser men before me, and I'm sure it's worked. Probably with a near 100% success rate. In fact, it probably would've worked on me when I was younger.
Objectively, she's a knockout. With her silky almond-colored hair, hazel eyes, and creamy skin, she looks like a Greek goddess.
And her body…
She's small and slender, but curvy in all the right places. Soft and perky. She somehow always looks like she's glowing. Like she's lit from within.
Physically, she's the essence of femininity. Which is ironic, because her mouth is extremely vulgar and unladylike. As is her behavior, which is crass and masculine at times.
It's been hard to hold myself back from doing what I've been wanting to do to her for a long time now, which is to put her over my knee and spank her round ass until it's bright red and she's learned some goddamn respect.
And knowing how fiery she is, I wouldn't be surprised if that took multiple sessions. Which I wouldn't be opposed to…
Of course, I can't do that, and she knows it.
So I've been playing along with her little games.
I've been trying to pretend that her parading around in her skimpy little outfits doesn't affect me.
I've been somewhat able to pull it off because I have a modicum of self-control…
but fuck if she isn't making it difficult.
She knows the effect she has on men, and that's why she's so arrogant.
She's used to getting exactly whatever she wants, and I think it's time that somebody brought her down to Earth.
And I don't know who would be better suited to that job than me.
In fact, I bet I'm the first one who's ever called her out on her little tactics. She wanted to play the innocent card and pretend like she had no idea what I was talking about when I brought up the little game she was playing with that maid costume.
So I called her bluff.
I don't think she was expecting that.
There's nothing I hate more than liars. So if she's going to continue to deny playing games with me, I'm going to make sure the price she pays for lying is steep.
I'm not going to let her get away with her behavior any longer.
And right now, the price of maintaining her lie is going out to drinks in the sluttiest maid costume I've ever seen.
I wonder if she's really willing to do that just to avoid admitting her lie.
I glance at her, and I feel my cock stiffen. She's so stubborn that I think she just might.
It's so outrageous that I'm not sure if I should be embarrassed or proud to be seen with her. She looks incredible, but she also looks like a porn star, and she's young enough to be my fucking daughter, for Chrissakes.
And that's why I can't take her to just a normal bar. They'll assume she's a prostitute, and that will look bad for me. No, I have to be smart about this. I'm still deliberating exactly where to take her when I start up the car.
I look at her.
"All good?"
She nods, lips closed tightly. She's trying to play it cool, but I can tell she's sweating. Her little pink cheeks are flushed, and I notice a gleam of sweat on her forehead.
There's another pair of cheeks I'd like to turn pink.
The thought pops into my head out of nowhere. I feel a surge of irritation. I don't like being controlled by my lust like this. I try to push the thought out of my head, but it's sticky. I feel my cock harden, and I redirect my focus to the task at hand, which is deciding where to go.
"Is there anywhere you want to go in particular?" I ask her.
Maybe she'll be able to name some dive bar where it wouldn't be totally outrageous to show up in a slutty Halloween costume. I'm doubtful, but I might as well ask.
She shakes her head no.
I mull over some options in my mind before landing on one.
"You sure you wanna go?" I ask her one last time. "It's not too late to admit you were lying."
I raise my eyebrows.
She avoids making eye contact with me and bites her lower lip. It takes all my willpower not to grab her and bite down on it myself. I force myself to look at the road in front of me.
"I'm sure," she squeaks.
"Okay, sweetheart," I say. "Let's go."