Read Online On Becoming Her Sir by Cassandre Dayne - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Cassandre Dayne
Ads: Link
bustier, the one she’s purchased for her Sir, would be for later. “Mmm…” A giggle erupted from her mouth as she slid her hand down the front. Days in her past she’d have been abhorred at the amount of money spent on a dress perhaps meant for one night. Now, money didn’t matter to her. That made getting the dress for a mere fifty bucks even better.
After hanging the dress in her closet, careful to hide the festive piece from Luke’s usual prying eyes, she slipped the rest of her recently purchased sexy creations and closed the door. She’d knock his and everyone else in the entire joint’s heads off.
Moving into the kitchen, she poured a glass of wine and sat down at the kitchen table. In the middle, just touching the beloved purple pen was her journal. After Luke had not only seen but also concentrated so much on the words about her fear, she’d been terrified to write anything else. This was her private space, a moment to reflect on what was happening and Luke had more than just encouraged her to write. He’d told her she was required to. Sighing, she took a sip of her wine and allowed her fingers to dance across the top.
Finally flipping the book open, she read several of her notations, smiling as how naïve she seemed in the beginning. She was certainly out of her element at least. Chuckling, Jessie moved to a fresh page and an intense feeling washed over her. What Aimee had said resonated with her.
Buying a dress. That pissed me off at first. Fucking pissed me off. Why didn’t he tell me I was going somewhere earlier? Why didn’t he just say where we were going instead of forcing me to guess? Why am I nothing but eye candy on this particular night out? Why? Why? Because I am his property. DAMN IT! And then the meeting with Bart.
God! Could she even mention she’d shared a drink, almost a kiss? No, it wasn’t at least a kiss she’d accepted. He’d pushed the moment on her, his fingers gripping her arm, her throat, grinding his groin into her stomach and… Lowering her head, the slight movement helped her realize how hard her nipples were. Jessie glared at the words and almost scratched them out. “No. This is what you’re feeling. Write what you’re feeling.”
He wants me to be by his side at all times dressed to the nines. Why? What am I to him? Yeah, I am being a girl with this and I know it’s a bit ridiculous. But I’m a woman who requires answers. Just tell me what and why and I’m fine. Really. I’m fine.
And why did Bart seek me out? What does he want? I can tell there’s such a heady competition between the two men. They are almost like little boys vying for the same woman, the same company. Why would Luke even entertain working with what I can tell is his rival again? Bart seems to have certain attributes but…
Jessie hesitated. Attributes? Bart was damn good looking with a hard body and sensuous lips – lips made for kissing. She rolled her eyes. Thinking lurid thoughts about another man hadn’t been on her radar since she’d met Luke. There had been no need. So why now? She flicked her pen back and forth, drawing a crooked star on the page.
Because Bart wants what Luke has. This has nothing to do with you. He only wants to make you succumb to one night of passion then he’ll toss you aside. Of course he’ll throw the nasty event in Luke’s face. Then what will you have? Nothing. You’ll lose the man you love, the man who owns you and the one you want to succumb to forever.
Her pen managed to leap out of her hand and onto the floor. She snorted as she bent over and picked it up then she grabbed her wine and took a gulp. Tapping the pen on the paper, she shook her head and thought about the text, the dress and the man. He was testing her. Sir Luke had to be. That’s it.
I hate when Luke tests me. I’m terrible at tests. HORRIBLE. Yeah journal, I know exactly what you’re going to say to me because we’ve been down this road about a
After hanging the dress in her closet, careful to hide the festive piece from Luke’s usual prying eyes, she slipped the rest of her recently purchased sexy creations and closed the door. She’d knock his and everyone else in the entire joint’s heads off.
Moving into the kitchen, she poured a glass of wine and sat down at the kitchen table. In the middle, just touching the beloved purple pen was her journal. After Luke had not only seen but also concentrated so much on the words about her fear, she’d been terrified to write anything else. This was her private space, a moment to reflect on what was happening and Luke had more than just encouraged her to write. He’d told her she was required to. Sighing, she took a sip of her wine and allowed her fingers to dance across the top.
Finally flipping the book open, she read several of her notations, smiling as how naïve she seemed in the beginning. She was certainly out of her element at least. Chuckling, Jessie moved to a fresh page and an intense feeling washed over her. What Aimee had said resonated with her.
Buying a dress. That pissed me off at first. Fucking pissed me off. Why didn’t he tell me I was going somewhere earlier? Why didn’t he just say where we were going instead of forcing me to guess? Why am I nothing but eye candy on this particular night out? Why? Why? Because I am his property. DAMN IT! And then the meeting with Bart.
God! Could she even mention she’d shared a drink, almost a kiss? No, it wasn’t at least a kiss she’d accepted. He’d pushed the moment on her, his fingers gripping her arm, her throat, grinding his groin into her stomach and… Lowering her head, the slight movement helped her realize how hard her nipples were. Jessie glared at the words and almost scratched them out. “No. This is what you’re feeling. Write what you’re feeling.”
He wants me to be by his side at all times dressed to the nines. Why? What am I to him? Yeah, I am being a girl with this and I know it’s a bit ridiculous. But I’m a woman who requires answers. Just tell me what and why and I’m fine. Really. I’m fine.
And why did Bart seek me out? What does he want? I can tell there’s such a heady competition between the two men. They are almost like little boys vying for the same woman, the same company. Why would Luke even entertain working with what I can tell is his rival again? Bart seems to have certain attributes but…
Jessie hesitated. Attributes? Bart was damn good looking with a hard body and sensuous lips – lips made for kissing. She rolled her eyes. Thinking lurid thoughts about another man hadn’t been on her radar since she’d met Luke. There had been no need. So why now? She flicked her pen back and forth, drawing a crooked star on the page.
Because Bart wants what Luke has. This has nothing to do with you. He only wants to make you succumb to one night of passion then he’ll toss you aside. Of course he’ll throw the nasty event in Luke’s face. Then what will you have? Nothing. You’ll lose the man you love, the man who owns you and the one you want to succumb to forever.
Her pen managed to leap out of her hand and onto the floor. She snorted as she bent over and picked it up then she grabbed her wine and took a gulp. Tapping the pen on the paper, she shook her head and thought about the text, the dress and the man. He was testing her. Sir Luke had to be. That’s it.
I hate when Luke tests me. I’m terrible at tests. HORRIBLE. Yeah journal, I know exactly what you’re going to say to me because we’ve been down this road about a
Similar Books
