Chapter 28
Geneva
Iwoke up lying on my side, naked, with a huge hand clamped over my mouth. His dark eyes gazed down at me, unreadable as always, the hint of a smile playing at his cruel lips. “Relax. We’re going home.”
He took his hand away, only to run fingertips down my chest, diving into my cleavage. He squeezed my breast firmly. “Up.”
“I don’t even know where I put my keys…” I rolled over onto my back, wiping the sleep from my eyes, my slumber on the floor of his office leaving my body feeling like I’d gone ten rounds with a prize fighter.
“Your car isn’t here, remember? Besides, you don’t need it.”
What?
“How the hell am I supposed to get home?”
He smiled, palming my other breast. I arched into his hand, unable to help myself. His touch just felt so good. “You’re not.”
Confused, I propped myself up on an elbow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean you’re not going to your apartment. You’re coming with me.”
“Rick, I don’t think?—”
He squeezed my breast again. “I don’t keep you around to think. I keep you around to do what you’re told. Now, get dressed. We’re going home.”
“You… you’re taking me to your house? Why?”
“Do I need a reason?”
I tried to ignore the fact his gaze was fixed upon my naked breasts as he spoke to me. “No… I mean… I guess not.”
“That’s correct. I told you to. Reason enough for you.”
He rolled over and rose to his feet. He was wearing a dark t-shirt, form-fitting, that nicely displayed the mile-wide shoulders I could never stop drooling over. “You remember what I told you, Genie. The only thing you have to worry about is obeying me.”
I swallowed hard, snatching up my bra from where it lay on the floor a couple of feet away. I put it on, unable to look at him, knowing he was drinking in the sight.
“Don’t you think we should, I don’t know, talk about things?”
“What’s there to talk about? I fucked your cunt. Then I did it again. Now, you’re coming with me to my home.”
I put my hand over my face for a moment, suddenly mortified at hearing such a matter-of-fact account of what had just happened. It seemed a little too… transactional. “Rick, we need to talk.”
He winked at me, handing me my skirt and shoes. “Plenty of time for that. Later.”
“But…” I paused, struggling to find the words. It was an important moment—and not just because the man was about to take me to his house for the first time. We’d passed some unmentioned, invisible, indefinable turning point—and I wanted to sort it out.
Because I feared it could easily end in heartache.
For you at least. I doubt he cares one way or another. How do you know he sees you as anything much more than a hot piece of ass?
And that was the biggest single issue—I still didn’t have a clue as to his true motivations, what he was really after in getting involved with me. Even if he was just looking to get his dick wet, some casual fucking… I might even be okay with that too.
But I needed to be sure we were both looking for the same thing.
“I can’t just go with you anytime you like… I do have a life. Other things I need to take care of.”
“Do you though?” He dropped to a knee, looming over me, his fingers grasping me by the chin. I opened my mouth to tell him to let me go, but his lips claimed mine before I could speak a word.
I tried to pull away, but he held me fast, a grumble of warning a subtle admonishment that I was to let him do what he wanted with me. His tongue slipped between my lips for just a moment, as if to make a point that it was territory he’d already claimed, that he merely sought to remind me of that reality.
He pulled back, glaring at me. “You need to get that shit straight in your head, girl. You are mine now.” His hand plunged between my thighs, palming my already heating sex. “You seem to get that here already.” Then he tapped a knuckle against my forehead. “It’s here where you still have things confused.”
He rose to his feet once again. “I’ll be out in the car. You have four minutes. If you take longer than that then you’re going to be getting a more painful tour of my house than I’d originally planned.”
Then he was gone, the hinges creaking slightly as the shabby office door slammed shut behind him.