Page 31 of The Boss
I put out an arm to block her and explain, “It means gentle.”
The chihuahua rolls over, pisses itself and cries, and surprisingly, this affects my new wife. I tell Tink to submit, and she immediately lays on her back with her legs up in the air. I set Marlon on top of her so he can give her a good sniff. He hops off, moving to sniff all the other dogs eagerly waiting, tails happy. Good. They’ll be fine.
“Ah! Don’t!” She squeaks when the Great Danes take their turn. She moves to rescue her tiny pet but I stop her.
“No dogs inside the house.”
“What? You’re going to make him stayoutside?”
“They have a nice big kennel,” I say before walking off. “Come,” I call back to my frozen bride as I head toward the house.
She starts walking then stops. “Um, no. You’re not going to give me one word commands like these damn sumo dogs.”
I just glare at her. But she glares back. I nod, “Find your own way then.” I turn and stalk toward the front steps, having to hold in another chuckle at the expletives I hear behind me. I also give her some credit for catching up with my much longer strides rather than asking me to wait.
I blow into the front and start right up the steps. I’m not a tour guide. Sheila can do that later. She asked me if the staff should, “stand out front and present themselves to the don’s wife.” Thank God I said no and instead had most everyone clear out. This woman is not ready to meet the whole crew of Quinns, that’s for damn sure.
As we go up the steps, Luna hustling to keep up, we pass a few men coming in and out of rooms. From the landings along the grand entry stairs you can see hallways filled with doors, and some of the common spaces where we have pool tables, couches, and TVs, which is why I’m not surprised to hear her mumbled commentary behind me.
“What is this, a fucking frat house?…How many people live here?…Where the hell am I?…”
Finally at the fifth floor landing, I stop.
“This is my floor, now your floor. And my father’s too, but he stays on that side,” I point past her. “But other than him, no one comes up here unless it’s an emergency or to clean. Library here,” I point to the sitting room centered off of the main landing before walking down the hall. “A study I never use through this door, there are linens and other shit you might need in this closet, then here’s the master suite.” I open the double doors to my room. “The room is outdated but the bathroom isn’t, through there. State of the art shower and bathtub, sauna too. Big closet.”
She stares at the one massive bed…like she wants to set it on fire. I step around her and close the door, then walk back, planting myself squarely in front of her. I don’t miss how she lifts her chin, brave and defiant, as if she’s not a head shorter than me and as breakable as can be. My dick doesn’t miss it either.
That’s inconvenient.
“I’m not going to make you sleep in my bed, but youwillsleep in this room. You will use this bathroom and share the closet. Everyone knows this is business, but you’re my wife, my clan out there needs to show you the due respect. They need to see this is a real marriage.”
“Pff. Couch it is,” she snips, crossing her arms and spreading her stance in her ridiculous yellow outfit. Her skirt rides up higher on her toned legs, but I don’t look. Still, I notice it, and that’s bad enough. I need to get it together. Go beat the shit out of someone. And maybe get laid.
I point to the panel on the wall by the door. “There’s a wired intercom here so you can call down to the kitchen or call up here from elsewhere in the house.”
“Intercom?”
Again, this woman makes me want to laugh. She’s so passionate in her disgust. I elaborate, “Yes, refurbished from the seventies. Sheila can give you a tour of the rest of the house grounds. Explain your duties.”
“Explain mywhat?”I ignore her question and head to the door.“Quinn!”
“I have to go and will be back late, but Shae runs the kitchen, her daughter Sheila runs the house. She’ll be ready whenever you are in the morning.”
“Wait, you’re leaving?” She asks in a strange tone. It’s past the dinner hour but not late. She needs to get used to me coming and going at odd hours. I cock my head and wait for her to go on, because I’m positive she doesn’t want me around. “We didn’tdiscuss…was there anything in the contract about tonight? Proof? The usual old-fashioned bullshit?”
Sex.
She’s asking about sex. Of course, the famous virgin vixen, sexy as can be but reportedly untouched. It was in her file. She and her father have made her virginity almost as legendary as my depravity.
And I get the appeal…
No. Don’t look her over, starting with those toned, bare legs.
“We’re not that old fashioned here. No one’s inspecting my sheets.” I say simply, but she’s still shifting uncomfortably. I decide to push her buttons, because I can so easily. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“No! Hell, no.” She relaxes back into her natural state, angry insolence. “You just said this needs to seem like a real marriage to your men, didn’t know howrealyou meant.”
I tilt my head and raise my eyebrows, because she has a point. The few that are in the house right now will be wondering, waiting, listening. They’re all going to gossip either way.
