Page 3 of Motivating Mira
“I’m excited to play here,” he said, his eyes holding mine as he opened one of the oak armoires that held an array of implements. “I’m staying with a friend in Butte for the next few days. We’ll be traveling together to Billings for a week-long conference but then I’ll be back in Butte for a few weeks. A little break before I go back home and start my residency. I’d like to spend some of my holiday here and I’d like to spend some of that time with you.”
I swallowed, my abdomen swirling with a heat I hadn’t felt this deeply before. I bit my lip, and boldly said, “Are you hinting you want to scene with me?”
That crooked grin I was quickly falling hard for, appeared and he tipped his head. “Ah, naughty girl, making assumptions.” He made a noise that was a cross between a purr and a growl and added, “I want so much more than a scene with you.”
“Oh.” His words did things to me, and I sort of glitched out for a second. But then the alarm on my watch chirped and I was back. “I’ll gladly make myself available for a scene,or more, withyou.” My watch chirped again. Another reminder that my shift was starting in fifteen minutes. “That’s the alert for my shift,” My face burned as I hit snooze on my watch. “This is not the kind of job you want to be late for.”
Master Wes chuckled and it was as if I could feel the vibrations in my clit with the way it gave a greedy little throb.
“Don’t let me keep you then. I want a fresh canvas when we play.” He winked. “Interested in a weekend experience?”
“The whole weekend?” I swallowed.
“Somehow, I don’t think one scene with you will do, so yes, I’d like you for the entire weekend. Are you available the weekend of the twenty-fourth? That’s visitor’s weekend, I know, but I don’t want to wait any longer.”
I chewed my cheek trying hard to remember my schedule. After several beats, I remembered it was my weekend off. “I’m free, yes.”
His smile, damn it. It was chef’s kiss. And if he didn’t stop giving it to me, I might swoon like a Victorian governess with a crush on the widowed duke who employed her.
Okay, that’s it. No more romance books. I was cutting myself off.
“I’ll book us a suite, but I’d like to play in here first.” He unhooked a strap from inside the armoire and ran it across his palm. “We’ll make time Sunday to go through your portfolio though. Because I wasn’t joking. I do want a painting.”
My eyes widened. “You do?”
“Yes, Mira. I think you’re very talented.”
I made an excited noise, jumping up and down. “I don’t really have a portfolio though. But I have photos of my paintings in an album on my phone.”
“Well, we’ll have to get you started on a portfolio then. Every artist needs one.”
I nodded, realizing he was right. If I was going to take myself seriously as an artist, I should have one.
“Mira?”
I took a breath composing myself before answering because he was looking at me like I was an equal mix of adorable and irresistible. “Yes, Master Wes?”
“Have you ever had a Daddy Dom?”
Wes
Ten days later…
When I scanned the rustic lobby for Mira, I found her within seconds. She was standing near the massive stone fireplace, and it was as if everything else fell away. Not just the people around us but the stress I’d been carrying from the conference, the run-in with my father. And my mother’s matchmaking. I swear she thought of every event, even a medical conference, as an opportunity to find me a wife.
The lobby, busier than when I’d visited ten days ago, was dotted with small hives of people. But the low chatter of voices, the scents of various perfumes and colognes, and the people buzzing about greeting each other, all blurred away and the only thing in focus was Mira.
I’d thought of her a hundred times in the days since I’d seen her and my memory didn’t do her justice. Excitement thrummed through me. Her blonde hair, pulled back in a ponytail, left her fresh face fully exposed. My mouth tightened into a small smile at that. Her expressions and the blush of her cheeks wouldn’t be hidden by her hair tonight.
The hot pink blouse she wore was fitted so it accentuated her curves, right to where it stopped just above her belly button. I licked my bottom lip at the line of pale skin showing. Her pleated black skirt was adorned with silver buttons down the front, and it fell three quarters of the way down her thighs, showing off more of her creamy skin and two adorable knees. It could’ve looked goth or eighties punk on someone else, like the girl at the front desk with the purple and turquoise hair, but not on Mira. With her round face, curly hair and cherub mouth, she looked like a cute but sassy little doll.
My mouth went dry as she spotted me and her face broke out into a smile.
Jesus. My mouth had never gone dry for anyone. Hell, I thought that was just something people said. But no, this woman had me seeing stars with our chemistry.
A man, someone in a cowboy hat, looking both lost and as if he were in a candy store, reached out for her, grabbing her elbow. My gut tensed instantly, my lizard brain growlingmine.I grit my teeth, shoving the possessiveness off, reminding myself Mira wasn’t mine.
Not yet anyway.
