Page 17 of Buying Angel

“Well, everything seems to be in order. Your funds have been credited to our account and you have signed the contract, so all that’s left for me to say is have a lovely weekend, Mr. Bryce-Stanton. Just remember that Angel should be returned to the club at midnight on Sunday evening, and we look forward to seeing you here again soon.”

Edward held out his hand, which I took, giving it as firm a handshake as he was giving me. I was hoping now that I had Angel, I would never have to return to this place, but I guessed there was always a chance.

“Thank you, Edward. Perhaps you will, but I’m hoping not.”

He started to laugh in front of me before continuing to speak.

“That is what they all say. However, I hope you have found exactly what you are looking for. Would you like to escort Mr. Bryce-Stanton down to Angel's room?”

We said our goodbyes, and I followed my handler out of the office and along the corridor stopping outside the door to Angel's room. All the way, I could feel my excitement growing. My heart rate had increased and my breathing quickened. I was more nervous than I had ever felt as my handler spoke to me.

“Your card will open the door. Have a wonderful weekend, Mr. Bryce-Stanton.”

With that, he left me looking at the door in front of me. Behind it was the most gorgeous woman in the world. I pulled out my phone again and sent a text to Trent asking if he could arrange for a light evening meal to be ready in the oven for us when we got home. I hoped he would just call a takeout to do it, but knowing Kristen, it would probably involve her cooking, which was the last thing I wanted her to do, but I knew neither Trent nor I would be able to stop her. Especially after I told Trent that the woman I had bought was Angel.

He quickly sent a text back saying he would make sure there was food for us both and to tell Nico to come stay over at their place if he felt uncomfortable at mine. I messaged him back to say thanks and stood outside the door, composing myself to enter.

I held my card against the keypad on the door and heard it unlock, then hesitantly opened the door and took my first steps in. I felt like a teenager who was just about to lose his virginity as I walked in and caught my first glimpse of Angel, dutifully presenting herself to me on her knees, her head bowed down so as not to meet my eyes without permission.

I knew she was perfect. This display right here just confirmed it. I stood there for a moment just breathing deeply and taking in the scent of her perfume. Whatever it was, I would make sure that she had as many bottles as she desired, because it was intoxicating. I wanted to breathe in that smell for the rest of my life so I could remember this one moment in time. When I felt I had composed myself enough, I took a step forward and spoke to her.

“Angel, look at me.”

I could tell she hesitated to look. Was it because she recognized my voice? On the other hand, had she been expecting someone else to walk through those doors? Mikhail, perhaps?

I watched as she slowly lifted her head, taking in my entire body before her eyes locked onto mine. I immediately saw the look of recognition on her face as a smile appeared. I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. She did recognize me, and from the look on her face, she was pleased to see me.

I held out my hand to help her up from the floor. “Shall we get you ready and head off for the evening?”

Lifting her hand to my lips, I gently pressed a kiss to it and brushed away some hair from her face that had fallen down while she had been waiting. What she said next almost blew me away.

“Yes, sir.”

I couldn’t help but smile as she answered me like a true sub. I knew I should have expected it, but I didn’t expect it to sound so natural from her lips toward an almost complete stranger, not without first sitting down and discussing what we both expected from the weekend. Much as I liked hearing her call me sir, I wanted this weekend to be about more than just sex. I wanted to spend time to get to know her and hopefully convince her to be mine forever. For this reason alone, I spoke.

“I only expect to be called ‘sir’ inside the bedroom. Please call me Hudson. Would you like to be called Angel all the time?”

I was hoping that she would finally tell me her name. Despite all my attempts, no one was able to get her name for me. Even in the office where she worked as Vincent’s PA, everyone addressed her as Angel.

“I guess we were never formally introduced before. My name is Gabriella-Rose Quinn, but you can call me Gaby if you would like to.”

A beautiful name for a truly gorgeous woman. It was perfect for her and I could already work out what Nico would call her, if she would allow it.

“Gaby it is, then. Let’s get you dressed and out of here. I want you to have a magical weekend, and the sooner we leave, the sooner we can get started.”

I was holding myself back from taking her in my arms and kissing her there and then. All the dreams I had about her were going through my head. All the images of her lying in front of me reacting to my every command and touch. I was hanging on by a thread, and her standing there in only her lingerie and high-heeled shoes was doing nothing for the erection I was so carefully trying to hide from her.

Thankfully – or not, as I saw her plump round ass walking away from me – she walked over to pick up her dress from where it was lying on the settee in the corner. She stepped into it and then turned to face me. Even with the dress on, you could still see the curves of her body as the dress hugged them. This woman was going to be the death of me, I was sure of it.

She smiled as she carefully walked toward me. “Would you mind doing up my dress?”

Anything to touch her skin. I walked over to her and gently glided my fingers down her back across her skin down toward the zipper. I watched as the goosebumps came up on her skin and heard her sharp intake of breath as I touched her. Already so responsive to my touch. This was going to be a very interesting weekend.

Slowly, I pulled up the zipper to fasten her dress. When it was fully fastened, she turned to face me, a look of lust in her eyes. She looked down at my lips. I knew she was as desperate to taste them as I was hers. However, that would be for later. First, I wanted to get out of here.

“Thank you.”

I smiled at her before I gestured for her to leave. “You’re welcome. Shall we go?”