mind.
Jordan sighed and smiled. “You’re in for something amazing.
Let it happen. I wish it were me with them, or Bastian.” She glanced at Garrick
and Ramon. Then her eyes narrowed. “My father’s wealth prevents my
participation. I’m immune. He pays for my offering in cash instead of—”
“Jordan!” Garrick interrupted. “It’s getting late.”
“I’m leaving now, Garrick.” Jordan swung open the door and
glanced over her shoulder. “Peace and prosperity comes with a price, Larissa.
Choose a master now or be taken.”
Chapter Six
After Jordan left, Larissa locked up the store. Ramon leaned
on a display table as if it was the only thing holding him up. “You don’t look
so hot. Are you okay? Can I get you a glass of water or something?”
He gave her a quick grin. “Thanks, babe, I’ll be fine. I
have a bad taste in my mouth.”
“Both of you come upstairs. I’ll make some coffee or open a
bottle of wine and fix something to eat.” It couldn’t hurt to be extra nice to
her landlord while her sales were so bad, he might let her rent slide until her
business picked up.
“We’ll be right up,” Garrick said. “We have one more thing
to check in the basement.” Ramon didn’t look as if he could stand much longer,
let alone work on a repair project. But she didn’t argue.
When they got to Larissa’s apartment, Ramon flopped onto her
couch and let his head fall back against the pillows while Garrick helped her
in the kitchen.
“Is he all right?” she asked Garrick.
“He will be.”
“What needed to be fixed in the basement?” She took out a
block of cheddar and started slicing. Then she arranged the cheese and some
crackers on a plate.
“There’s a trapdoor that used to lead to a tunnel once used
for the Underground Railroad.”
“This building is that old?” she asked. Hard to imagine her
own shop was once used to help slaves escape to freedom. Did she have the nerve
to ask him what was going on in the town now in the present? “The history of
this town is fascinating.”
Garrick nodded and picked up an apple from a basket then cut
thin slices and added them next to the cheese. A simple chore, but what wasn’t
simple was that he cut the apple, cored it and cut perfectly thin wedges and
the whole time he never took his eyes off her.
“Coffee or wine?” she asked, her voice coming out breathy.
Memories of her dreamlike fantasy tumbled back into her mind
when she stared at that painting and thought of him watching her pleasuring
herself. And before that he made love to her. It felt so real. She’d felt his
hands on her, the weight of his body easing on top of her. Even now, she could
vividly remember that dream, feel his mouth devouring her pussy, sucking her
clit until she was about to go mad. She shivered as she relived the sensation
of his hard cock plunging deep inside. Ramon was in her dream too, watching
them. That made her even hornier.
Garrick smiled wickedly as if he could read her mind.
Heart racing, she turned away from him and grabbed two
bottles of wine. “Red, white?” Heat rippled through her body.
“Either. I’ll open it.” He took a bottle from her hand, a
merlot, while she took down three glasses. “You seem distracted. Business
worrying you?”
She groaned inwardly and leaned against the refrigerator,
crossing her arms around her waist. “Let’s not talk business. I want to hear
more about the town. Something is going on, something odd. It’s time you tell
me.”
“You’re right. The sooner you understand, the better.” He
poured her wine but left the glasses on the counter. He studied her with such
intensity, she felt as if her clothes were vanishing piece by piece under his
perusal. Then he placed one hand against the refrigerator and one on her
shoulder, caging her in with his arms. “What has Jordan told you so far?”
Her pulse kicked up with his closeness. The air thinned in
the room and her breasts rose and fell as she
Jordan sighed and smiled. “You’re in for something amazing.
Let it happen. I wish it were me with them, or Bastian.” She glanced at Garrick
and Ramon. Then her eyes narrowed. “My father’s wealth prevents my
participation. I’m immune. He pays for my offering in cash instead of—”
“Jordan!” Garrick interrupted. “It’s getting late.”
“I’m leaving now, Garrick.” Jordan swung open the door and
glanced over her shoulder. “Peace and prosperity comes with a price, Larissa.
Choose a master now or be taken.”
Chapter Six
After Jordan left, Larissa locked up the store. Ramon leaned
on a display table as if it was the only thing holding him up. “You don’t look
so hot. Are you okay? Can I get you a glass of water or something?”
He gave her a quick grin. “Thanks, babe, I’ll be fine. I
have a bad taste in my mouth.”
“Both of you come upstairs. I’ll make some coffee or open a
bottle of wine and fix something to eat.” It couldn’t hurt to be extra nice to
her landlord while her sales were so bad, he might let her rent slide until her
business picked up.
“We’ll be right up,” Garrick said. “We have one more thing
to check in the basement.” Ramon didn’t look as if he could stand much longer,
let alone work on a repair project. But she didn’t argue.
When they got to Larissa’s apartment, Ramon flopped onto her
couch and let his head fall back against the pillows while Garrick helped her
in the kitchen.
“Is he all right?” she asked Garrick.
“He will be.”
“What needed to be fixed in the basement?” She took out a
block of cheddar and started slicing. Then she arranged the cheese and some
crackers on a plate.
“There’s a trapdoor that used to lead to a tunnel once used
for the Underground Railroad.”
“This building is that old?” she asked. Hard to imagine her
own shop was once used to help slaves escape to freedom. Did she have the nerve
to ask him what was going on in the town now in the present? “The history of
this town is fascinating.”
Garrick nodded and picked up an apple from a basket then cut
thin slices and added them next to the cheese. A simple chore, but what wasn’t
simple was that he cut the apple, cored it and cut perfectly thin wedges and
the whole time he never took his eyes off her.
“Coffee or wine?” she asked, her voice coming out breathy.
Memories of her dreamlike fantasy tumbled back into her mind
when she stared at that painting and thought of him watching her pleasuring
herself. And before that he made love to her. It felt so real. She’d felt his
hands on her, the weight of his body easing on top of her. Even now, she could
vividly remember that dream, feel his mouth devouring her pussy, sucking her
clit until she was about to go mad. She shivered as she relived the sensation
of his hard cock plunging deep inside. Ramon was in her dream too, watching
them. That made her even hornier.
Garrick smiled wickedly as if he could read her mind.
Heart racing, she turned away from him and grabbed two
bottles of wine. “Red, white?” Heat rippled through her body.
“Either. I’ll open it.” He took a bottle from her hand, a
merlot, while she took down three glasses. “You seem distracted. Business
worrying you?”
She groaned inwardly and leaned against the refrigerator,
crossing her arms around her waist. “Let’s not talk business. I want to hear
more about the town. Something is going on, something odd. It’s time you tell
me.”
“You’re right. The sooner you understand, the better.” He
poured her wine but left the glasses on the counter. He studied her with such
intensity, she felt as if her clothes were vanishing piece by piece under his
perusal. Then he placed one hand against the refrigerator and one on her
shoulder, caging her in with his arms. “What has Jordan told you so far?”
Her pulse kicked up with his closeness. The air thinned in
the room and her breasts rose and fell as she
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