Page 162 of Chandelier Enthralled
“With interest?” I said, business brain kicking in.
“Yes.”
“You’re a multimillionaire.”
“I am, yes.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I’m with you because I want to be. Not for what I can get from you.”
Still, I’d had no idea. “You don’t act rich.”
“I don’t touch that money. I only spend what I make from my designs.”
I understood his solitude, after what his father had done. “It’s hard to know who to trust.”
“You breathe life into this house,” he said quietly.
“You breathe life into me, Greyson.”
“What do you want, Willa?”
“Just this once…”
He understood my meaning.
There was a change in him, a silent reasoning as he considered his next move. “I wouldn’t want you to go through life feeling like you’re missing out.”
“What do I have to do?”
He pushed up and towered over me. “It gets filthy.”
“Are you saying yes?”
“I’m saying kneel.”
My throat tightened.
“Now.”
I got into position, on my knees, peering up at him, and in that moment, I saw a change in Greyson, from gentleman to master.
He rested his palm on the top of my head. “There can be no mixed signals. No confusion. Communication is everything.”
I gave a nod.
“If at any time it gets too much, just say so, Willa. We can…make love the way you like.”
“Treat me like one of your submissives.”
“You’re not there yet.”
Frustrated, I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment. “Then what is this?”
“Stand.”
He offered me his hand and I got to my feet.
Greyson prowled around me. “Eyes straight ahead.”
I snapped to attention, stunned by his tone, which had turned sharp and insistent. I was surprised when he began to undress me.
