Page 51 of His Dark Pact

He tilted his head, as though assessing her. “You’ll tell me what was on your mind sometime soon.”

There was no trace of doubt in his statement, only the utter certainty that she would do as he’d commanded.

“Yes, sir.” Maybe she would, maybe she wouldn’t. She hadn’t decided, but one thing was for sure; she loved his self-assurance. Kyle managed to strike the perfect tone between awareness and arrogance, and every time he gave her an order, it resonated in her body.

“I am sorry you aren’t fully rested.” He reached for her nearest hand, tugging it from the small of her back and squeezing it gently. “You’re going to need your strength today.”

“I’ll get through, sir.” She was sure the money and sexual energy in the air would prop her up.

“Good girl.” He winked at her as he picked up his coffee cup. “You look tantalizing as ever.”

She flustered at the compliment, still uncertain how she felt about being referred to as a ‘girl.’ She was a grown woman with grown children, not a wide-eyed schoolgirl who was easily influenced by his flattering words. She certainly liked the smile on his face, though, and the way his blue eyes twinkled. She suspected she’d do whatever she could to enjoy those features more often.

“More coffee, sir?” She’d already spotted the jug in the middle of the table and was itching to serve him again.

“Yes.” He nodded. “Thank you. Fill my cup, then speak to Cook about breakfast. We can eat while we talk through today’s agenda.” He reached beneath the newspaper and selected a piece of A4 paper, which he placed on the mat in front of him. “We have a lot to get through, and I’ll be taking notes to ensure everything’s done to my satisfaction.”

“Your satisfaction is my top priority, sir.”

She grinned as she shifted to collect the jug, aware of her nipples straining for his touch. Whether she meant it or not, her throwaway comment was undeniably true. She liked it when he was happy. She liked the way he focused on her, his soothing voice, and the incredible pleasure. If that was what service bought her, it was worth more than only his money.

“Well, that’s good to hear.” He stroked the back of her silky dress as she leaned across him and refilled his coffee. “You did well yesterday, little girl. Are you looking for a bonus?”

She turned her head toward him as she straightened, realizing she was grateful for his lazy caress. “A bonus, sir?”

Just like the uniform and the title he’d asked her to use, she marveled at how she hadn’t even expected to sit down beside him. She’d only known him a few days, and already, he’d been able to condition her into the service mindset. She was there to serve him, and she’d sit when he permitted it.

The familiar surge of arousal bloomed at the idea. It was absurd to be so turned on by subservience, but there was no way she could pretend it wasn’t true.

“Yes. Keep this up, and you’ll deserve more than fifty grand.”

Her heart skipped at the suggestion. The money probably meant nothing to him, but he knew how much she needed it. She’d told him so. Sitting at Worthington’s, she’d felt the need to spill most of her life story to the guy.

“Well, thank you.”

She placed down the jug, uncomfortable with the correlation between her performance and the possible financial reward now that there was sex involved. He hadn’t said so, but she couldn’t shake the sense that he was offering the bonus because she’d done such a good job riding his cock, and however good the sex was, that didn’t seem right.

But I need the money.She tensed as she reached for the smaller jug of milk.Let’s not be stupid. I’m here for the money.

“Milk, sir?”

“No, thank you.” His palm rose to reinforce the point. “I like my caffeine as black as your pretty dress.” He smirked, eyeing her breasts, struggling to stay within the limited confines of the outfit.

Unsure what to say, she fought to control her labored breathing as he took a sip of his coffee. She welcomed his compliments—of course, she did. The money was essential for her family, but she was only fooling herself if she believed she wasn’t outrageously attracted to the man who possessed it. Reconciling the two was proving more difficult than she’d anticipated.

“You may go to the kitchen.” He gestured for her to move. “I’m sure you’re as hungry as I am.”

She nodded, attempting to look attractive as she walked away. If Kyle was going to suggest she wear heels every day, she’d need a bloody good foot massage at the end of the trial, but then, she supposed, fifty thousand would facilitate that much.

“Good morning, Leonard.” There was little embarrassment as she walked into the kitchen. She didn’t like the guy providing the meals, and he didn’t like her. So be it. For the time being, at least, they were stuck with each other. “Mr. Kyle is ready for his breakfast.”

“Is he now?” A red-faced Leonard glanced up from the counter where he’d been piling something on a plate. He eyed her attire, lingering too long on her neckline before he went on. “I was wondering when he’d call.”

“He asked me to serve his food.” She glanced down at what looked like poached eggs on avocado toast, and reflexively, her belly rumbled.

“Aye.” He grinned. “You certainly do it with more style than I can, lass.”

Was that an olive branch from the sour Scot?