Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
MASSIO
The man can go on for days. I’ve heard about his fishing expeditions, his golf club collection, and now, he’s rambling on about the country club he visits, like I know where he’s talking about, and worse, like I care.
“And the appetizers are to die for. The chef really is stupendous.”
I blow out a deep breath. How the hell he can talk about food when we’re still waiting to start ours is beyond me.
“Where did you say she was again?” I ask Ford as I stare down at the appetizer.
I could eat my fucking hand, I’m so hungry, and the little brat has us waiting for her. She’s almost an hour late, for Christ’s sake.
I need to figure out how many spankings that warrants, because she will be getting them in abundance. Nobody makes me wait, especially not a spoiled little brat.
She’s probably been out spending her daddy’s money all day, just like her mother.
“She always runs a little behind. She’s a busy girl.” He chuckles, and I stare at him, wide-eyed. Busy girl? Does he really give her no boundaries at all?
As if on cue, the door to the dining room opens and in she strolls without a care in the fucking world, no apology in sight.
The first thing I notice about her is her pink hair. Pink? Seriously? In her photo, she had blonde hair, more natural looking than her mother’s, and while I knew Veronica bleached her hair lighter, I do know it was a shade of blonde, albeit a skewed one.
The second thing I notice is how tiny she appears.
They’re struggling to get this little thing under control? There really is no hope for mankind.
She’s missing the signature heels I expected her to be wearing, opting for some black boots with laces untied.
Her slender legs are perfectly on display in her plaid school skirt.
Fuck me, that’s hot. Her eyes dart to mine, a soft blue that narrows in on me like a laser, and her lips twist in disdain.
Jesus, it’s going to be fun taming her.
“Ahh, Theodora. Nice of you to join us, honey.” Ford smiles, unperturbed by her tardiness, and I grind my teeth.
No wonder she’s so disrespectful; there’s no accountability.
“This is Massio.” He gestures toward me as she slides her little ass onto the seat opposite mine, allowing me the perfect opportunity to take her in.
She tugs her bottom lip into her mouth, surveying me as I am her.
And what I see, I like immediately, and so does my cock.
As much as she has a carefree attitude, her beauty shines from her in waves.
Freckles speckle her nose. Even though her mother’s were slight, she also covered them with makeup. Her tits are heavier than her mother’s, and in the white school blouse, I can almost make out the shade of her nipples.
Thank fuck, I had the foresight to check her age.
She’s almost nineteen, thank Christ.
Beneath the table, I stroke over my thick cock, adjusting myself.
“Are you done staring at me?” she snaps, and I swear her voice is the sweetest thing I have ever heard despite the snarky tone.
“I’m wondering if there’s a reason you’re late and still in your school uniform?” I ask, sounding sharper than I had planned, but her calling me out on my blatant assessment of her is something I was unprepared for.
She turns to face her father. “Who is he?” she asks, tilting her head toward me but doesn’t have the decency to give me her full attention. I have the overwhelming urge to lay her over my lap and spank her ass raw to teach her some much-needed manners.
My cock twitches in delight.
“He’s your new bodyguard,” Ford declares in a chirpy tone. “Massio.” He throws his arm out toward me again. “He comes highly recommended.”
“Seriously?” Her mouth falls open.
He gives her an overly enthusiastic nod. “The best there is.”
Theodora snaps her mouth shut, closes her eyes briefly, and breathes through her nose. Her chest rises, and I watch on in amusement at the little minx’s meltdown.
When she opens her eyes, she simply pushes her salad bowl to the side and lifts her head to face me head-on.
“Nice to meet you, Massio.” The cunning smile on her face tells me it’s anything but nice to meet me, but two can play that game, so I deliver her my own award-winning smile.
“The pleasure is all mine. It’s going to be good to get to know you”—up close and fucking personal—“Theodora.” I don’t miss the flinch when I say her name, or the way her eyes flash with something akin to vulnerability.
I push it aside and eat my meal while giving her my utmost attention, loving the way she squirms under my scrutiny.
It’s only a matter of time until she squirms beneath me with pleasure, I’ll see to that.
Theodora Jennings is a brat, and I’m about to tame her.