Page 160 of Wanting What's Wrong

“You didn’t think Mina Miller sounded much like a designer. Look, I’ll handle this, why don’t you go get me a Coke and you get whatever you want from the bar?” I pull out my wallet and hand her my credit card.

“Okay, but—” She draws a breath. Then nods, taking the card. “Yes. Okay.”

As soon as she’s out of earshot, I meet the woman’s eyes with what I hope is a very earnest, serious expression.

“She had a bit of an accident a few days ago, slipped into a swimming pool and hit her head.”

“Oh, how terrible. Is she all right?”

“Yes, but she got a touch of amnesia. She’s insisted her name is Miller ever since. The doctors say it will work out, but they told me not to insist on the facts until they come back, otherwise she could end up very confused and upset.” I sigh, the lies so fucking easy. “Would it be a huge inconvenience to just use Miller for the contest?”

She frowns. “No, not really, but… Well, if she won it would have to be under her legal name. That’s Sanders, right?”

“Right. I’m sure she’ll remember her real name soon enough, so by the time you need anything for magazine features or contracts we’d probably be fine.”

“I guess…” She nods, smiling. “Of course, sure, we can do that. If she’s really up to all this?”

“One thing she remembered was how important this is to her. She wouldn’t want to miss it.”

“All right.”

“Thanks.” I glance across as Mina starts to come back with our drinks. “Our secret, right?”

“Sure.” The woman meets Mina’s eyes with a smile. “You’re all set! Mina Miller was there after all. Silly me. You’re registered, I’ll have a name tag brought through to you, if you’d like to just go with Heather here, she’ll show you where all the contestants are assembling.”

Hours later, she grins and runs my way as she steps out with the other contestants. When she throws her arms around me, I’m on top of the fucking world. There are photographers here, but they’re only interested in the contest, not in me or Mina and I’ve been keeping myself in the shadows as best I can.

“They won’t announce the winner until tomorrow, but it went well, right?” She stares into my eyes as she jumps up and down on the spot. “My designskilledit, didn’t they?”

I laugh. The confidence she has is such an amazing transformation. “Youkilled it,” I tell her as I walk her back, towards an empty nook where the corridor outside the show turns a corner. “Absolutely amazing. They’ll be fools not to pick you.”

As soon as I push her into the empty space, she jumps up into my arms, one leg wrapping around my body as she lifts herself up onto a window ledge overlooking the parking lot, pressing herself into me. My hard cock bobs at her entrance, and seriously if it wasn’t so public I’d be tempted to take her right here.

“Daddy, this is naughty,” she whispers.

I nod. “It is. And it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“What…what are you thinking of doing?”

“This,” I say, and reach down between us, pushing her skirt up. “You want that, don’t you? Tell Daddy you want him to touch you.”

She glances across at the others coming out of the hall. Nobody is even glancing our way. She nods. “I want you to touch me. Right now, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” I grin as I reach forward, cupping her through her panties. “Just like this?”

“No.” She gasps. “More. Put your fingers inside me. Please.”

“Naughty girl.”

She nods. “You need to punish me. Later.”

I laugh at that, and pull down on the waistband of herpanties, exposing just the top of her cunt. I slide a finger along it and her mouth falls open.

“Who’s the girl, Jackson?” The voice comes from my left, and before I can stop myself I turn that way.

The flash goes off and as I’m blinded by it I get a glimpse of a grinning face. Motherfucker.

In a rage, I drop Mina and turn toward the photographer. “Give me that fucking camera,” I growl, reaching, but he’s already moving back.

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