Page 47 of Crown Jewels
“When is it?”
“Tomorrow at four.”
“I’m assuming it’ll be at the office?”
I nodded.
He tipped his head and rolled his eyes down me, as if contemplating something. “What’s in it for me?”
Should’ve seen that one coming.
“You’ll get half the money, of course.” That was normal for co-stars.
“I don’t want your money Emma.”
Why did he have to be so frustrating? “Well, what do you want?”
He arched his brow as if saying, ‘You know what I want.’
“You’re not getting that.” Was he crazy?
“Fine,” he shrugged. “Find someone else then.”
There was no time to find someone else. Not to mention, I didn’t know anyone else. I at least knew Vahn, and kind of trusted him.
“Wait,” I called when he started to close his door. “What about oral?”
I could handle that. Maybe?
He stopped and narrowed his eyes on me. “For you or me?”
Seriously? That’s what he was concerned about? He’d fit right in, in the Victorian era.
“Both,” I huffed out.
“Let me get this straight.” He pushed the door back open. “Not only do I get to eat your pussy, but you’re going to suck my cock?”
He made it sound like a treat or something.
“Yes, but it’s for work only. Not because I want to.” I clarified. “And no sex.”
“Alright,” he nodded. “but you have to say please.”
Really? Was it too much to ask for something to be easy with him? Just once.
I rolled my eyes and muttered, “Please.”
“No, no,” he wagged his finger at me. “Say please Vahn, will you eat my pussy.”
He was kidding, right? “Seriously?”
“Do you want me to do it or not?”
Damnit.
“Oh,” his lips curled up in a coy grin. “And say it with a smile.”
I could smother him in his sleep later. This show was important to me. So, I sucked up my pride, forced a sweet smile on my face, and sang, “Please Vahn, will you eat my pussy.”
