Page 25 of Stay With Me
As fucked up as it is to say such a thing, the idea sends a thrill through me. It’s the rush of doing something new and exciting. And the need to please Roman is strong. He gave me an order, and I should follow through, right?
I know if I didn’t really want to, he wouldn’t be mad. Only... I do. So, I grab the toy that I’ve already cleaned and pull my dress to the side. I slide it into place, and my brows pinch at how odd it feels.
When I’m done, I stand there for a moment. Okay, it’s not too bad.
Heading towards the door, I change my mind on that last statement. It moves when I move, and if this damn thing falls out of me and onto the floor, I will flee town and go into hiding.
I’m not wearing any underwear because it would be too noticeable with this dress. I’m regretting that now.
“Holy shit, Ava,” Tasha gasps when she sees me. She, too, is dressed up. A stunning silver dress hugs her body with her hair in a fancy updo. Her makeup is a lot like mine: smokey eyes and red lips.
“Is that a good ‘holy shit’, or a bad one?” I laugh as she gapes at me.
“Good. Definitely good. Damn, babe, you look fucking smokin’! Where the hell did you get that dress?” Her lips turn into a sly grin. “Did your sexy, rich, older gentleman buy it for you?”
Guilt spikes through me, but I quickly push it down. “Yes.” It’s not a lie.
“Well, he did good. You look amazing.”
“And you do, too,” I answer back.
“You don’t think it’s too much? I mean, we’re just going to dinner with my dad.”
“I think you look amazing,” I tell her. “And didn’t you tell me this place is like, super fancy?”
“You’re right.” She nods. “Anything less, and they would turn their noses up at us.” She rolls her eyes. “But the food is amazing. I can’t wait.”
One of the things Tasha and I have in common is our love for food.
Tasha gets a text that the driver is downstairs, so we grab our clutches and head out the door.
“I can’t believe your dad sent a car. I could have driven us there,” I tell her when I see the sleek black car waiting for us.
“Babe, I love you, but there’s no way the valet would have accepted your car,” Tasha says. “And it’s not a town car. It’s Jeremy, my Dad’s driver.” We slip into the back of the car. “Hey there, Jeremy.”
“Hello, Miss Knight. How are you, my dear?”
“Oh, call me Tasha. And I’m doing amazing. How are you?”
“I’m good. As always.”
“You remember Ava, don’t you?”
“Of course.” He smiles in the rearview mirror. “Hello, Miss.”
I give him a polite smile, trying not to focus on how the toy inside me has shifted, feeling extremely weird in its new spot. “Hi.”
The two of them chat as I sit, looking out the window, wondering what’s going to happen tonight.
When dinner is done, am I going to go back with him? How would that work? He asked to see me every night this week, does this dinner count as tonight’s visit?
I hope not. This morning wasn’t enough time with Roman. And I spent the whole day thinking about seeing him tonight.
The more I think about the fact that this week is almost halfway over and my time with Roman is close to being done, the more I start to panic. I’m not ready to end this with him. Maybe I knew deep down I never would be.
My feelings for this man have amplified.
I think I might be in love with Roman Knight.