Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I put the oil down. “There is a reason I said no to you earlier.”
“Earlier?” he asks, confused.
“Yes, when you wanted to have sex.”
“I wanted to eat you, but yes, after that, I planned to fuck you.”
“Yes, so, um…” How do I say this? I’ve never confessed this to a guy. My sister is the one and only person I’ve told.
“Do you not want me to fuck you?” Dawson asks, leaning over the counter. “Because your body says otherwise. You unknowingly lean into my touch every time.”
I’m suddenly aware that I do exactly that. Fuck. And I slightly pull back away.
“It’s not that I don’t find you appealing. And if we hadn’t gotten interrupted on my sister’s wedding day, I may have gone further than I thought possible.”
“What do you mean?”
I give him my back as I grab the balsamic vinegar and mozzarella. I can’t be facing him for what I have to say next. “I’m a virgin,” I confess. I wait for him to say something. But when I don’t hear anything, I turn back to find him staring at me. “Dawson?”
“Is this some type of sick joke?”
“Sick joke?” I choke out.
“I don’t fuck virgins, I sell them.”
“Well, you almost did,” I tell him, my anger rising.
“Thank fuck I didn’t,” he bites back as he stands and heads for the door.
“Wait, Dawson,” I call after him.
He doesn’t turn back, and when he opens the door, there’s a seriously pissed-off Marco on the other side.
“I don’t appreciate you taking Mr. Ricci’s daughter out unattended,” he grits out.
Dawson ignores him as he pushes past, and I’m left standing there wondering what the hell just happened.
CHAPTER 14
Dawson
Did she drop that on me like it isn’t a big deal?
I’m not sure what she expected the outcome to be, but I sure as shit do not fuck virgins. I never have, and I never intend to. I need a clean break—this infatuation I have with Honey comes to a stop. Now.
I get it that it’s some people’s fetish. And it’s how I make a lot of fucking money, but that has never interested me. I like to fuck hard and fast, and you can’t fuck a virgin hard because it would scar them for life. And I would never inflict the same kind of pain that was forced on me time and time again. No. Fucking. Way.
No matter how much I want her, I will never take her as a virgin. I’m not even sure how it’s possible for someone who looks like her to be a virgin. I surround myself with beautiful women and men daily, and she is by far the prettiest of them all. It’s her natural charm and glow that draw others to her.
But how had I become susceptible to that?
Fuck, that must have been it.
This would have never happened if I’d had her sign an NDA because my contract states that they are not to lie about being a virgin. Not that she ever lied to me. I just never thought to ask. Why would I when she was so good at getting down on her knees and taking me in her mouth? I mean, until she imprinted her teeth on my cock. But my cock twitches at the thought, still wanting her to finish what she started.
I shut that thought out. I am not fucking a virgin.
“You’re late,” Lesley declares as I enter the room for our meeting.
I want to see Honey.
I want to fuck her.
And all this tension that comes with her out of my system. I’m about to break. I have an appetite, and it’s been weeks. Fuck.
“I was preoccupied,” I grit out.
“Let me guess, by the hot little piece with honey-colored hair who works at the lingerie store.”
I throw her a glare. Daphne is playing a dangerous game by disclosing anything we do privately, even if it is to Lesley. I trust Lesley with some of my most intimate secrets. She is the only person I trust in this business because she’s been there every step to help me grow my empire. Making her a very wealthy woman in the process.
“No.”
She scoffs at me, knowing full well I’m lying. And she’s one of only a few I will allow to speak to me so casually.
“Have you received more information about the person claiming to work for us?” I ask to keep her from prying any further.
She quickly sobers.
“No, but we’re working on it. I still can’t believe it, to be honest. He’s someone with a death wish, using your name and trying to make money from it.”
My jaw ticks at the fact that we’re no closer to finding this guy. Granted, it’s only been half a day, but I don’t care. I want results.
“We have client interviews. I’ve already completed two while you were… preoccupied,” she taunts. I give her an unimpressed look, and she bites back a grin. “Despite what’s happening with the mystery man, business must go on.” Naturally. And we only vet new clients once a month, which happens tonight. “The first two were awful.” She slides their profile images and background checks toward me. “They would have to sell a portion of their business or their house to have one experience with our escorts. And their desires are basic at best.”