Page 12 of Curiosity

He grabbed me by the wrist, holding me in place. “In the immediate? I want you to cater the event at the gallery.” His free hand snaked into the fine hairs at the base of my neck, gripping me there as well. “Say yes.”

I was always going to do that anyway.

It just rolled off my tongueextrasmoothly with his lips damn near brushing mine, and the weight of his dick heavy against my stomach.

I wanted to see it.

Feelit.

Taste it.

“In due time, gorgeous,” he said as he pulled back, moving his hand to brush his thumb over my bottom lip. “I’m gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours until there are tears running down your face.”

I frowned.

Not because of what he said, but…

Did I say that out loud?

“Irina will send you the details.”

He was already back at the door.

And then, gone, before I could even ask questions.

Barely a moment later, Brosia came breezing in, holding a box full of greenery-heavy neutral floral arrangements. She stopped a few steps away, eyebrows raised.

“Uh… you good?” she asked. “You look… shook.”

I scoffed. “Well, yeah – Elias just left. You didn’t see him?”

She frowned. “Like… just now?”

What?

“Yeah,” I nodded, a little confused by her reaction.Surelyshe’d just seen the man. “You had to have seen him leaving through the kitchen, it’s the only way back here.”

She shook her head. “I promise you – the kitchen was empty. Completely. So either ol’ boy is really fast, or he really has you in a daze and more time passed than you thought.”

Nobody is that fast.

I didn’t want to have Brosia thinking I was losing my mind, so I let it go with what she felt was the reasonable explanation. But I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling lingering in my brain.

I’d agreed to doing the gallery event, but now I was wondering all over… shouldn’t I be running in theoppositedirection of something this strange?

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The Black Gallerywas exquisite.

With it being nestled right in the middle of downtown Blackwood, it was baffling to me that I’d never noticed it before – I passed it nearly every day. Somehow, it eluded my attention until I typed the nameElias Blackinto a search browser.

As soon as I saw the address, I had to go.

It wasnottime yet for the event he wanted to hire me for, and I hadnotyet signed the contract either. The vibe with all this was entirely too strange for me to just do what he said because he said it.

Even though something deep in mewantedto.

It craved being told what to do, but only by Elias.

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