Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
No one is safe with me.
“What are you doing, Koen?” she asks as we enter the bathroom, our progressing bodies moving the steam in a swirling pattern.
“Getting you in the bath the only way I know you’ll stay put.”
“How?”
“Stop talking, baby.”
I climb into the full bathtub and sit, hissing through my teeth when she slips down into my lap, her wet tits crashing into my chest. Her softness pressing down on my shaft. Oh fuck, then it happens. She moans and I moan back, as if my vocal cords can’t help but respond in kind, my cock turning even more steely between her thighs, due to the perfection of her weight and shape. The harmony of our vocal reactions.
She’s alarmed, though, her cheeks splashing immediately with pink, her hands pushing against my chest in an attempt to sit up.
This girl is a virgin.
Jesus Christ.
“Relax,” I demand.
“How?” she breathes, looking up at me.
“I wouldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do.”
“What, like take a bath? Enter your home in the first place?”
“Okay, from this point on, I won’t make you do anything against your will.”
For good reason, she’s giving me a skeptical head tilt. “Say something nice. One thing. And I’ll believe you. It doesn’t even have to be about me.”
“Something nice?” This girl is surprising. I’ve never been surprised. Not ever. “Why?” I ask, fighting the urge to hold my breath, lest I don’t hear her answer.
“So I can lie to myself later. So I can say, ‘but he seemed so nice,’ when the police ask why I trusted you.”
I hide the danger that statement rouses inside me. “You’re not planning to call the police on me, are you, Meg?”
Despite my efforts to appear trustworthy, she’s smart, this one. She detects the danger inside of me. “No,” she whispers, slowly making a crisscross over her heart.
Weirdly, I believe her.
Or maybe I just want to. Badly.
Why?
“Something nice?” I ask.
She nods.
Has it been so long since I spoke kind words out loud? Must be ages, because my throat feels scrubbed raw when I say, “I’ve always claimed to have the best judgment, but now I’m not so sure. I don’t know how it took me a full five minutes to realize you were…”
“What?” Meg asks, after too much time has passed.
I swallow hard. “To realize you’re so beautiful. To realize you’re…”
I just keep nodding, because I don’t know how to finish that sentence. In the glow of the dim bathroom, her face dewy with steam, I’m fucking overcome. She’s a goddess.
A confused one. She looks incredulous.
“Didn’t you know you’re beautiful?” I manage, out of my depth.
“No,” she hedges. “Well, some of my customers ask me out.”
The danger inside of me is fully flexed now. “What fucking customers?”
“The ones I drive in my Uber.”
“You drive an Uber?”
I don’t know what’s happening inside of me. It’s like a terrible/wonderful swelling of responsibility and irritation and possessiveness. It’s something I have no experience controlling or feeling and it’s running roughshod through my system, setting my usual cool calculation on fire. I’m inundated by the need to know everything about this girl. Perhaps so I can solve why she’s having such a…a huge effect on me. “Why were you upset out there in the water?”
Her incredible eyes shoot to mine, vulnerable, incredible. “I don’t know,” she says, so quiet I can barely hear her. “I think because I’m so tired. In so many ways, you know?”
“Yes,” I rasp, my chest deteriorating. “Rest on me, Meg. I won’t let anything happen to you. I swear it on whatever you believe in.”
“I only believe in myself.”
Shaken to my very core, I realize that somehow, quite unexpectedly, I’ve just found my kindred spirit. In the form of a waifish girl, at least a decade younger than me. Our souls feel the same age, however. Our souls feel…like they’ve just had a reunion. “I understand that more than you know.”
Her throat works with a swallow, her eyes beginning to grow drowsy. And then the most incredible thing happens. This remarkable young girl who has no reason to trust me, who should not trust me, lays her head on my shoulder and falls fast asleep.
I’m rocked all the way to my soul.
Carefully, I band an arm diagonally across her back, securing her to my body, and it feels so fulfilling, my eyes roll to the back of my head and I begin whispering vows.
To protect Meg.
To pleasure Meg.
To keep Meg forever.
Meg.
Meg.
Meg.
Meg.
4
Meg
Iwake up in the largest bed I’ve ever seen.
It’s twilight. Windows are open around the room, causing curtains to billow every which way, the sound of waves crashing below reminding me where I am.
I’m inside Koen’s house.
I feel asleep on him in the bathtub. On a stranger! Who does that?
How much time has passed since then?
Hours or days?
I’m drowsy and my body doesn’t want to move from this sumptuous down bedding. Normally I sleep on the floor in one of the kids’ bedrooms or, if I’m lucky, I get the couch. This is a level of comfort I never thought I’d experience. But I’m not here for a spa retreat. I’m here to do a job. Convince this man to return to work for Etta.