Page 19 of Queenpin
“Number two,” she continues, “you will be available whenever Lucian needs you. At all times. She is your primary concern.”
I nod again like the bobble head I have become since meeting these people today.
Nothing like just meeting someone and then throwing away your freedom for a hot piece of ass. Maybe I could stop showering in prison, the guys wouldn’t want to fuck me then.
“Number three, you will be paid two thousand dollars for each time you cook.”
I drop the food I’m playing with aimlessly. “Excuse me, what?” I bark. I must have heard her wrong. There’s no way in fucking hell she actually saidtwo thousand dollars!
“You heard me. Lucian pays her staff handsomely.”
Trina sets down an envelope next to me and pats it to let me know it’s for me. “You get half now, and then half at the end of the night if you can handle it.”
Oh, I will handle it, all right. I’m going to be the best fucking cook these people have seen.
The entire gig is going to take about three hours and I’m nervous as fuck.
Once the food is out for whomever is supposed to be eating this, I look around the penthouse. Shit. My whole apartment could easily fit in the kitchen. As a chef, I have a fucking serious boner for this kitchen. All of the appliances are silver, the counters are granite. Whoever is coming here after the party, they must have some for real bank.
I take myself over to the bank of windows that are surrounding the living space. The city of Detroit is lit up and looking untouchable. It’s almost as if I’m not looking at the city that everyone has grown to hate.
When the three-hour mark hits, the door opens, and I hear heels clacking against the flooring before I see her. My body tingles and buzzes with anticipation when I hear Lucian’s voice filter in through the room.
I snap my head to the side and take in her appearance. Holy fucking shit. That was a bad idea. The image of her in gorgeous fucking lingerie is going to branded in my mind’s eye for the rest of my life. Her red hair is like a halo around her head and I can’t help but roam my eyes over her entire body. I seriously didn’t know where to look first.
Her big ass tits are bursting out from behind their confines and I can see the start of her nipples pebbling. Lucian’s hips are being hugged by this lacy material that looks expensive as fuck. My eyes are greedy and instead of looking at one specific part of her, I take it all in. Looking at every single part of her glorious body at the same damn time.
She steps in front of me, her heels bringing her to just about my height of six feet, and she says: “Is everything ready?”
Her words don’t register because I’m thinking some dirty thoughts about this woman right about now. What I wouldn’t give to peel the straps of her bra down her arms and take in the creamy flesh of her tits?
My left nut. That is what I would give. Happily.
“I refuse to repeat myself. Is everything ready?”
I blink out of my lustful cloud and her words sink in. “Yeah. Of course. What kind of party is this?” I question as I signal to the outfit she is wearing.
My dick has a mind of its own and I’m trying to tuck it into the waistband of my briefs. The move doesn’t go unnoticed as Lucian takes in the movement.
“You know, I was considering sending you home. But I think that it may be beneficial for you to be here. You know, to observe. What do you think?”
Lucian’s evasive ability to avoid my questions makes me even more turned on. I would love to bend her body over and rip those panties away from her body. “Yeah. I would like that.”
She points over to the corner and then nods her head. “You see that big black chair?” I nod and she rubs her finger over her bottom lip as if she is considering something. “I think that would be a good place for you to observe. After, we will have a discussion.”
Before I can answer, the temptress spins on her heels and then walks up the golden stairs until she reaches the platform that overlooks the living space. I don’t say anything because I’m an awe of this woman. How can a woman be this controlling? It doesn’t make any sense how she is able to command my attention without saying a god damned word.
Lucian clears her throat and I look at her facial expression. Before I can ask what she is wanting, she points to the chair. I follow the directive and take a seat.
Fuck me. Why the hell am I wanting to please her? The anxiety of her being pissed at me is killing me and it’s driving me fucking insane.
Any other time, I would have told the chick to shove it and go on about my day. There’s something about Lucian McGrace that makes me want to fall to my knees and worship her. Her steely eyes watch my moves. I can tell she knows the affect she has on me just by how her breathing changed. I know she wants me as much as I want her.
I just need to figure out how far I’m willing to go to be with her.
