Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
I made every stolen touch seem as casual and nonthreatening as I could, never once giving away any hint of the hunger that coursed through my blood.
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After that I took her to lunch. I didn’t really have anything else planned for her today. Tomorrow she was meeting with the stylist and the wardrobe people before having some headshots taken.
I wasn’t needed for any of that, but I planned to be there nonetheless. It was all part of my plan to overwhelm her with my presence. If she’d missed me half as much as I’d missed her in the last week, then she’d be more than susceptible to whatever I had planned.
Marion called just as we were about to be seated, but I let it go to voicemail. “Okay my sweet, what will it be?”
“Do I have to eat different now? I think I read somewhere that models have to eat less.” She seemed worried about that so I set about putting her mind at ease.
“What do you usually have for lunch?”
“Well I love burgers and fries or sometimes I have pizza. We didn’t really have that stuff back home, I mean they had a Dairy Queen but momma usually cooked all our meals…”
She drifted off from her nervous rambling as if thinking she was talking too much. Little did she know that I could listen to her drawl on and on in that sexy sweet accent of hers, with that innocence that was like a beacon for a predator like me.
Not for the first time I was happy as fuck that I’m the one Marion had chosen to pick her up that night. I can’t imagine any other man being able to resist her, and it would’ve been a grave injustice if I’d missed the opportunity, if someone else had gotten to her first.
I’d sweated over that while I was away from her with no means of contact, that’s why I’d set things in place while I was gone to ensure that no one got close.
At least I’d tried to, but Marion had stood in the way of that. Unbeknownst to her, she’d done an even better job of keeping my Kitten well preserved and out of the clutches of any other predatory males that may have picked up her scent.
In the end, her insufferable attitude had played well into my plans. Not that I appreciated the hell my poor little Kitten must’ve endured, being closed off in that apartment with the vulture night after night, with nothing else to do and no means of escape. But that too was almost at an end.
“Well I’m sure a burger is okay every once in a while, but you should try to eat healthier, not to lose weight or any of that other hogwash, you’re perfect as you are. But it’s good to eat healthy.”
“Okay so what should I have?”
I hid my smile behind the menu as I pretended to be looking for an answer for her.
“How about a nice Caesar with grilled salmon.” I folded the menu and put it aside as she did the same.
“I’ll try that.”
Damn, I’d forgotten what kind of affect her easy acquiescence had on me.
Chapter 6
Over lunch I prodded her, and the more I questioned, the more convinced I became that I was on the right track.
What were the odds that the woman I detested so strongly would lead me to the one I would want most to possess?
Truth truly is stranger than fiction. With every word, every gesture, she sunk herself deeper and deeper. It was as if she’d been made just for me. Her every action was designed to feed my wants, my needs.
She was a born submissive, though I doubt she even knew what that was, it just came naturally to her. And I needed to dominate, to possess completely, regardless of society’s hang-ups.
Those bells were going off in my head again and I wanted nothing more than to reach across the table and drag her mouth to mine.
Better think of something else here Callan, something other than pulling her around to your side of the booth and running your hand up under her skirt. Maybe I’ll try that later, after I’d staked my claim. I can’t wait.
“Tomorrow I’ll pick you up around nine, we have a long day so dress comfortably.”
She looked down at the too tight top she wore over the knee length skirt. I’m sure she found them lacking, for me it was just something else that I would take care of. She was like a blank canvas, unmolded clay, and I can’t wait to get my hands on her.
It was a wonder that I could sit there so patiently, when all I really wanted was to lock her away somewhere for the next five or six hours and bury myself so deep in her that she forgot where she ended and I begun.