Page 7 of Stay With Me

“Madam Millie cares very well for her girls, Mr. Knight. She wouldn’t put me in an unsavory situation with a client, putting me at risk.” At least, I hope not.

“Call me Roman,” His husky voice makes me shiver. “I have a proposition. How about you tell me how much you need and I’ll write you a check? That way, you will no longer need this job, and you can end it before you even start it.”

I shake my head before he’s even done talking. “With all due respect, Roman, I can’t do that.” I stand, my hands laced together in front of me. “I will pay off my loans myself. I don’t need handouts. Thank you for your offer; it’s very kind of you, but I’m going to have to respectfully decline. I’m sorry to have wasted your time tonight. Have a good night.” I turn and start heading towards the door.

“Wait!” He sounds almost frantic. “Wait. Don’t go.” I turn around, willing my heart to slow down as I wait. He runs a hand through his dark brown hair, messing it up. He looks hesitant. “I have... another proposition for you.”

“Okay,” I whisper, wanting to know what else he could possibly have to say.

“This is crazy,” he mutters to himself with a heavy sigh. “If you won’t let me pay you upfront, then I’d like to book you for the remainder of my stay.”

My eyes widen, and I blink at him like a deer caught in headlights. He can’t mean what I think he means? Excitement and nerves flutter around in my belly. “By book me, do you mean...” I wait for him to fill in the blanks. He’s probably going to ask me to sit and talk, to have dinner with him, and pay me for my time, like the clients I was hoping I’d end up getting.

He stands up from the couch, and my pulse thunders as he slowly prowls toward me. I lick my lips, blinking, trying to steady my breathing as my pussy aches for this man.

He stops in front of me, and when he carefully grips my chin with his index finger and thumb, I have to swallow the whimper that threatens to slip free. “The idea of another man putting his hands on you angers me deeply. The thought of him putting his mouth on you, his unworthy cock inside you... well, baby girl, that makes me downright murderous.”

My lips part in surprise. I’m dreaming, right? I have to be.

“But why?” I whisper. Why would something like that bother him? I’m just his daughter’s friend.

He closes his eyes and takes a controlling breath. “Because, Ava, I’m a mess when it comes to you, baby girl.”

“What do you mean?” My brows furrow.

“That’s not important right now. I’ll tell you everything you need to know in due time. But right now, what I want to know is... will you accept my offer?”

I’m about to say yes without any hesitation, but he places his finger on my lips to silence me.

“Before you answer, I need you to know a few things. I like control. Full control. I want my partners to willingly let everything go and hand it over to me. To trust me to make them feel good. To help them make me feel good. Is that something you can handle?”

Is this really happening? Because by the sound of it, Roman doesn’t want me staying to just sit and talk. No, he wants me. My body, my pleasure. Do I trust him? Yes, I do. Can I handle giving him control of my body? Yes, I can. And only a fool would say no to Roman Knight. So, I don’t.

“Yes.” I nod.

He growls softly, like a pleasant hum, at my acceptance of his offer. His eyes are half-lidded, locked on my lips. “I’m going to have so much fun with you, little one,” he mumbles, brushing his thumb against my lips, pulling the bottom one down. “I’ve dreamt about this for so long.”

He has? “You have?”

“Mhhmm.” He nods, his eyes slowly rising back to mine. “You’re mine, Ava. For this next week, I want you here at ten p.m. sharp. Every night, I will spend hours worshiping your gorgeous body and living out all the things I’ve imagined doing to you.”

He’s thought about being with me before? I want to ask him more questions, but I don’t want to ruin the moment. I don’t want to scare him away or have him change his mind. So I keep my mouth shut. I’ll ask questions later.

Right now, I want whatever Roman asks of me. Literally, anything. The man of my dreams, the man I’ve been lusting after for years, is offering himself to me, and I plan on getting what I can while savoring every bit of it.

“So, what do you say, baby girl? Will you be mine for the week?”

“Yes.” It was only meant to be for tonight, and I never expected that he would want that, let alone more.

He makes a rumbling sound of approval, his eyes flashing with heat that matches mine, I’m sure.

My chest rises and falls quickly as my core throbs with need. Roman is the man of my dreams, but he’s also my best friend’s father. This is wrong on so many levels. But why does it feel so right in this moment? I’ll worry about it tomorrow. I’ll text him and tell him that I can’t see him again, that one night was enough, despite what I just agreed to. I’m not thinking straight. The only thing on my mind is that this is my one and only chance to live out my deepest desires.

And from the sounds of it, his too.

He’s thought of me before, and not in an innocent way, either. That thought only deepens my need for him more.

“Baby girl,” he groans. “You have no idea of all the dirty things I want to do to you.”