Page 37 of Monster

“You want to put on any music while you’re at it?” Miss Pettigrew asked mockingly.

My eye twitched. “Do as you’re told, or I’ll take the clothes off myself. And if I have to get up, you won’t like where things go.”

She winked. “Sure about that?”

My frown deepened. “Positive.”

Her jaw went slack with shock before she looked down at her shackled wrist. I crossed my leg over my knee as I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my crisp white shirt. I needed a break from the pretentious assholes upstairs, and Miss Pettigrew looked like a delectable way to utilize my own time out.

Especially when she started swaying her hips.

With my hands folded in my lap to cover the erection I already had, my eyes studied her. The fluid way her hips twisted and turned left my mouth watering, to which I swallowed hard. Her long legs were trimmed and tone, and every time she picked up her foot and pointed it I wanted to take a bite out of her flexed thigh. She had the most amazing pair of legs on her I’d ever seen, complete with these little cellulite dimples I wanted to sink my fingertips into. I was tired of the altered, plastic women that filtered through my doors. I was tired of shallow women who wanted nothing but my money and a ride on my face.

Charlotte was a nice, refreshing drink of water.

And one day, I’d get those long legs of hers wrapped around me willingly.

I watched her hands slide down her waist, teasing the shapeliness of her body. I remembered back to the party in the States, with that sparkling gown she had on that clung to every curve that attracted me to her in the first place.

Until she told me her name.

Her hips swirled in circles as she twirled around, the stretched-out shirt slipping down over her shoulder. She bent forward, giving me a peekaboo glance at the pert globes of her ass. And all I wanted to do was stuff that puckered hole full of my cock. I bucked against my hand as she slowly turned herself back around. I felt my balls hanging low with want as her captivating blue eyes danced along my face. But, when she finally gripped the hem of the shirt, I leapt out of my chair.

And wrapped my hands around her forearms.

Charlotte blinked up at me. “Isn’t this what you want?”

I don’t know what I want anymore. “I can find another woman to distract me for the evening.”

Her face fell flat. “What, you’re telling me that your ten million dollars didn’t even buy you a woman you want to see naked?”

I released her arms. “Possibly.”

She snickered. “Well, your loss. I’m heaven on earth underneath these clothes.”

“Says the woman who fought me on it in the first place.”

“You’re incredibly confusing, you know that?”

I gripped her chin. “I’m not as confusing of a man as you make me out to be. Maybe you should start with your base assumption and try to figure things out from there, since you assume you’re so smart.”

With every step I took, I backed her up to her bed. I released her chin as she sat down, her eyes growing as she stared up at me. My cock wanted her. My lips needed her. My tongue wanted nothing more than to taste her like I had in my dreams every fucking night since that damn party.

Just not yet.

I held the covers up for her, watching as she wiggled beneath them. I eased them over her body, tucking her in to make sure she was as comfortable as I could make her. I felt my anger bubbling up. I felt my eagerness taking hold. I felt the monster inside me rattling around inside its cage, chanting in my head like a listless little voice.

Just take what’s yours. She won’t have a choice. She’ll listen if you just get that pussy in line.

I finished tucking her in. “Are you thirsty? Or hungry?”

She blinked. “What the hell are you doing?”

I sighed. “Apparently, not a good job of what I wished I were doing.”

“And what do you wish you were doing, Teo?”

Gaining your trust so both of our lives can be easier. “Have a good evening. I’ll see you for breakfast.”

“Wait a second. Teo. Just—just wait. Hold on. Hey! Teo! Hello!?”

I heard her calling after me as I made my way for the door. Until her base assumption of me changed, nothing I could do or free her from would change her perception of me. And for everyone to get what they wanted out of this, she had to trust me. I had to earn that from her by any means necessary.

Even if it cost me what I wanted in the process.

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