help it. Before he knew it, he was doubled over with laughter as she stood gaping at him.
“I’m serious!” she screeched. Literally, screeched. It hurt his ears.
“I’m not taking you to my fuck pad, Analise, and I would certainly never put you in whore’s clothing. You are much too virtuous for that. If you want your own clothing, we’ll stop at your motel and get whatever you need.”
“I’m far from virtuous, but thank you. I would like that.” Far from virtuous? He intended to dig into that a bit more.
He accompanied her to the Economy Lodge—the Economy Lodge for fuck’s sake—and waited inside her roach-infested room as she silently packed an overnight bag. He didn’t see the roaches, but he knew the fuckers were hiding somewhere. There was no way in hell she was returning to this place. Over his dead body. He’d send Marco to retrieve the rest of her things later, paying any outstanding bill. She was feisty and would fight him on it, no doubt. But he would win. He always won.
They rode in companionable silence during the thirty-five minutes to Dev’s estate, the soft sounds of Coldplay in the background. Analise rested her head on the limousine window, closing her mesmerizing eyes. She surprised him by not making snide comments about the limo, her only give away were crooked eyebrows. She wore her expressions on her sleeve, for which he was grateful. She certainly held everything else close to the vest. Maybe the fight had been bled out of her for the evening. He could only hope.
“Marco, return to that hovel and get the remainder of her things. Bring them to me at Dev’s. If she owes anything on the room, take care of it.”
“Yes, my lord.”
They came to a silent stop outside the shelter portion of Dev’s mansion. He thought her asleep when her eyes suddenly popped open, taking in everything. The house was relatively dark, not revealing the expansiveness of either it or the grounds, but she must have gotten the gist as her eyes snapped to his.
“You live here?”
How much to reveal?
“No. This is a home of a friend. There are several empty rooms on this side of the mansion, which is used as a women’s shelter of sorts. Long story, better told on a different day when it’s not so late and you don’t have a head injury.”
That earned him a slight smile. Go him! She was incredibly beautiful, but she had one hell of a tough shell to crack. For the hundredth time this evening, he couldn’t help but wonder what happened in her short life to harden her so. He suspected she didn’t smile often, but if she gifted him with a full-on grin, he didn’t know if he’d be able to restrain himself from throwing her down and fucking her senseless on the spot.
“Come on. Let’s get you settled.” He slipped out of the Lincoln, quickly running around to open her door. He didn’t quite make it in time. She stood, bag in hand, gaping at the ostentatious abode. He grabbed the bag and her free hand, pulling her toward the door.
Since it was now nearly midnight, the house was quiet, everyone asleep. He’d only been here once, so he didn’t know his way around well, but he knew the girls’ rooms were on the third floor. He would avoid that one. No need stirring up more questions he wasn’t quite prepared to answer yet. Instead, he led her to the second-floor west wing bedrooms not letting her hand leave his, although she tried several times. They would have privacy here.
The second to the last door on the left opened to reveal a femininely decorated bedroom. Personally, he thought it looked like My Little Pony threw up in here, but apparently chicks dug that shit. The fact that he even knew what My Little Pony was should shrink his cock at least an inch. Ooh…he’d have to check that later.
“Wow. This is so…”
“Nice, huh?” He’d play along.
“I was going to say…pink. It’s very pink.” She looked around the room with wide eyes. There was something else in her eyes that
“I’m serious!” she screeched. Literally, screeched. It hurt his ears.
“I’m not taking you to my fuck pad, Analise, and I would certainly never put you in whore’s clothing. You are much too virtuous for that. If you want your own clothing, we’ll stop at your motel and get whatever you need.”
“I’m far from virtuous, but thank you. I would like that.” Far from virtuous? He intended to dig into that a bit more.
He accompanied her to the Economy Lodge—the Economy Lodge for fuck’s sake—and waited inside her roach-infested room as she silently packed an overnight bag. He didn’t see the roaches, but he knew the fuckers were hiding somewhere. There was no way in hell she was returning to this place. Over his dead body. He’d send Marco to retrieve the rest of her things later, paying any outstanding bill. She was feisty and would fight him on it, no doubt. But he would win. He always won.
They rode in companionable silence during the thirty-five minutes to Dev’s estate, the soft sounds of Coldplay in the background. Analise rested her head on the limousine window, closing her mesmerizing eyes. She surprised him by not making snide comments about the limo, her only give away were crooked eyebrows. She wore her expressions on her sleeve, for which he was grateful. She certainly held everything else close to the vest. Maybe the fight had been bled out of her for the evening. He could only hope.
“Marco, return to that hovel and get the remainder of her things. Bring them to me at Dev’s. If she owes anything on the room, take care of it.”
“Yes, my lord.”
They came to a silent stop outside the shelter portion of Dev’s mansion. He thought her asleep when her eyes suddenly popped open, taking in everything. The house was relatively dark, not revealing the expansiveness of either it or the grounds, but she must have gotten the gist as her eyes snapped to his.
“You live here?”
How much to reveal?
“No. This is a home of a friend. There are several empty rooms on this side of the mansion, which is used as a women’s shelter of sorts. Long story, better told on a different day when it’s not so late and you don’t have a head injury.”
That earned him a slight smile. Go him! She was incredibly beautiful, but she had one hell of a tough shell to crack. For the hundredth time this evening, he couldn’t help but wonder what happened in her short life to harden her so. He suspected she didn’t smile often, but if she gifted him with a full-on grin, he didn’t know if he’d be able to restrain himself from throwing her down and fucking her senseless on the spot.
“Come on. Let’s get you settled.” He slipped out of the Lincoln, quickly running around to open her door. He didn’t quite make it in time. She stood, bag in hand, gaping at the ostentatious abode. He grabbed the bag and her free hand, pulling her toward the door.
Since it was now nearly midnight, the house was quiet, everyone asleep. He’d only been here once, so he didn’t know his way around well, but he knew the girls’ rooms were on the third floor. He would avoid that one. No need stirring up more questions he wasn’t quite prepared to answer yet. Instead, he led her to the second-floor west wing bedrooms not letting her hand leave his, although she tried several times. They would have privacy here.
The second to the last door on the left opened to reveal a femininely decorated bedroom. Personally, he thought it looked like My Little Pony threw up in here, but apparently chicks dug that shit. The fact that he even knew what My Little Pony was should shrink his cock at least an inch. Ooh…he’d have to check that later.
“Wow. This is so…”
“Nice, huh?” He’d play along.
“I was going to say…pink. It’s very pink.” She looked around the room with wide eyes. There was something else in her eyes that
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