Page 15 of His Lair
“Long. An old friend came to town. I had to show him around a bit,” Sammie says.
“Oh yeah, I saw you walking through with someone. It’s nice of him to come visit,” I reply.
“Yeah. Do me a favor and steer clear of the guy,” Sammie tells me. “He, ah… he’s a little unhinged.”
Unhingedis an understatement when it comes to Emmanuel Lopez.
“What’s his name? And what kind of friends do you have that you don’t want me near them? Or… It’s okay if you’re embarrassed of me. I’m a big girl. I can take it. And you know, we aren’t anything really. I don’t need an explanation,” I ramble on.
“His name is Emmanuel. And I’m not fucking embarrassed of you, Lailani. I just don’t want you mixed up in shit you have no business being mixed up in,” he says.
“How long have you known him? This Emmanuel guy?” I might not be able to get answers from E on what this job is about, but maybe if I dig enough, I can get some from Sammie.
“Since we were kids. He grew up here.”
We walk into the Wild Card casino and Sammie quickly guides us over to the elevators. The moment we enter his penthouse, though, my jaw drops.
“This is where you live?” I ask while spinning around to take in all the opulence, because that’s how I imagine a poor struggling girl would react to seeing a place like this.
“This is where I live. It’s just an apartment, Lailani,” Sammie says.
“No, this isn’t an apartment. This is… wow. I guess owning a casino pays well, huh?” I laugh.
“It doesn’t pay too bad.” Sammie shrugs, seeming a little uncomfortable with all the money talk.
“So, what are you feeding me?” I ask, changing the subject. My eyes flick downwards, landing on his crotch. When I look back up, I know I’ve been caught checking out his package.
“Not that.” Sammie chuckles. “Come on, I’ll put something together.”
I follow him into the kitchen. I don’t know what to say or do, so I just stand here awkwardly. “How old are you?” I question after a long silence. Of course, I already know the answer.
“Twenty-eight. Why?” he counters.
“That’s pretty old.” I smirk. “I would have thought you were closer to twenty-five.”
“Did you just call me old?” He narrows his glare at me.
“I meant for me. You might be a little too oldfor me,” I tell him. I’m actually twenty-six, but right now, I’m playing a twenty-year-old college student.
Sammie walks over and leans close. “You weren’t thinking I was too old when you were rubbing your hot little pussy all over my dick.”
I inhale a sharp breath. That was not what I was expecting him to say. “Maybe I have a daddy fetish,” I reply before I can stop myself.
Shit, tone it down a bit, Lailani.
Sammie raises a brow. “Tell me, if Iwereyour daddy, would you be a good girl for me?”
Holy fuck, that should not have my panties as wet as they are.
I gulp. I don’t have a daddy fetish. At least not one that I knew about. But, damn, if being Sammie’s good girl isn’t appealing. I nod my head in response.
Sammie chuckles. “I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun exploring this little fetish of yours, babe.” Then he turns around and opens the fridge.
“I don’t actually have a daddy fetish. It was a joke,” I tell him.
“Sure,” he says nonchalantly.
Chapter Seven
