Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Soon, a waitress comes by to take our orders, and of course, I only order the best for my woman. Then, expensive champagne arrives and we toast before she sips slowly at the bubbly.
“So tell me, honey. Have you been enjoying yourself? You know have the run of the house. Pool, my private gym, the entertainment center, the billiards room, and the library. You have one hundred percent access.”
She nods.
“Thank you. But I haven’t had time to explore much because we’ve been so busy together,” she says, blushing a bit.
I chuckle because it’s true. She’s practically been chained to my bed since arriving, and I don’t plan on letting her go anytime soon.
“We have, haven’t we? But tell me more about yourself, sweetheart. How did you get involved with Club Z? It seems unlikely for a nice girl like you.”
With that, the pretty brunette frowns and looks away. “But who said I’m a nice girl?” she asks in a soft voice.
I shrug.
“That’s just what I figured. Most of my women are ‘nice,’ believe or not,” I say in a smooth tone. “They weren’t raised by wolves or anything.”
Taylor nods, but I can see I’ve gotten under her skin somehow. My heart surges painfully in my chest.
“Is something wrong, sweetheart?” I say, reaching across the table to clasp her small hand with my own. “You know you can tell me anything.”
To my surprise, there a sheen of tears in the pretty brunette’s eyes, and she takes a long, shuddering breath before looking at me.
“Well, the truth is that I’m not a nice girl. In fact, I come from a crappy background that pretty much couldn’t be worse. My parents were both drug addicts, so I was in and out of foster care my entire life.”
I nod.
“I’m very sorry to hear that,” is my low growl. “I wish it could have been different.”
She nods and inhales again, dashing quickly at her cheeks.
“It was hard, but I survived. The thing is that when I hit my teens, my last foster home decided that we weren’t a fit, so I was placed in a group home. Those places can be pretty crazy, as you can imagine, because all the kids there are just struggling to survive.”
I squeeze her hand encouragingly.
“Of course,” is my low tone. “I understand.”
She takes another deep, shuddering breath.
“Well, to make a long story short, I fell in with a group of girls who walked on the wild side, and it was one of the older girls who introduced me to Club Z. She told me about the life, and what I could expect, including the potential earnings. I have to say that I was hooked on the idea because I’d never had even two dimes to rub together.”
I pause for a moment.
“Did this happen before you turned eighteen?” I ask curiously. “No judgment or anything. I’m just wondering.”
Taylor shrugs her narrow shoulders.
“I guess so. I mean, she definitely told me about the club when I was still a minor, but nothing happened. Club Z wouldn’t hire me,” she clarifies. “They’re really above-board when it comes to certain matters, but the day I turned eighteen, it all changed. I was put on payroll immediately, and just in time too because that’s when you leave government care. So yes, in a way I suppose being a hostess saved me.”
I nod.
“Okay. Makes sense. But did you like working for Club Z?”
Taylor’s silent for a moment as she considers her answer. She bites her lip, but then she raises big brown eyes to me, and I know I’m about to get the unvarnished truth.
“Honestly, I loved it, Roman. It may be shameful to say, but I adore pleasing men with my body, and making them come harder than they ever have in their lives. Plus, the tips were more than generous, and for the first time ever, I could actually buy a few things that went beyond the basics. I didn’t have to steal or beg anymore.”
“I get it honey,” is my low growl. “But trust me: you’ll never be in that position again if I have anything to do with it.”
Her beautiful features soften. “I know. You’ve been so good to me, Roman. It’s only been a week, but I feel comfortable being with you. I like this arrangement, even if I was allegedly ‘kidnapped.’”
I grin at her.
“The doors haven’t been locked for a few days now, sweetheart. You’re free to come and go as you like.”
Her cheeks flush red as she looks down.
“I know, but I don’t want to leave. Not just yet,” she amends in a soft voice. My heart expands in my chest and I seize her hand again.
“Good, because you should feel comfortable with me, baby girl. Mi casa es su casa for as long as you need. That whole Missouri punishment thing sounded crazy, and I wouldn’t want to hang out with cows either.”