Page 33 of Whatever He Wants
“If that were the case, he would’ve spent it.But he saved it for you.So take it and use it.Not all at once.Maybe look into some smart investments.”
I smile.“My landlord, my life coach and now my financial advisor?How many hats are you planning to wear for me?”
“As many as you want me to.Or nothing at all, if that’s what you prefer.”
He throws a quick, suggestive smirk at me before returning his attention to the road.I scoff and cross my arms, looking out the window again, trying very hard to resist the delicious mental image of him naked.
* * *
It’s just after six, but it’s already dark by the time we arrive home.
“I have a surprise for you,” Isaac says as he shuts off the car.
He exits, and I follow him, my movements slowing as he heads up his porch stairs.When he notices I’m hanging back, he turns to me.
“You coming?”
My grip on my handbag’s strap tightens.“I’m thinking about yelling stranger danger.”
He smiles.“No strangers here.You’re not in any danger either.”
“Then why does this feel like a trap?Why can’t you bring the surprise out here?”
“What are you afraid of?”
I purse my lips.“I’m not afraid.I’m suspicious.”
He stares at me for a moment, then continues up the porch stairs and unlocks his front door.He steps inside and faces me, holding the door open.
Don’t go.
My feet move forward anyway, as if Isaac has telekinetic powers, pulling me toward him with just his stare.He shuts the door once I’m inside, the thud loud and final.The following click as he locks the door makes me tense.
Satisfaction gleams in Isaac’s eyes, like a predator delighted its prey has walked right into danger without a fight.When he takes off his shoes, I follow suit, nervous yet curious about what’s going to happen next.
He takes my hand and leads me away from the front door.I don’t resist at first until he sets foot on the stairs.I pull free from his grip and step back.
“I knew it!I knew this was a trap!”
“It’s not a trap.The surprise is upstairs.”He pauses, a slow smile curving his lips.“In my bedroom.”
I give him an incredulous look.How is he so shameless about his dirty intentions?
“I’m not stepping one foot up those stairs, Isaac.Not even a toe!”
“Alright.”
He moves fast, grabbing me and slinging me over his shoulder like a farmer carrying a sack of harvested produce.I squirm and kick as he carries me up the stairs.
“Put me down!”
“Be still, or you’ll fall and hurt yourself.”
I continue struggling and he smacks my ass.It’s not painful, but I let out a scandalized squeak and go limp.Am I a traitor to women?Instead of being indignant that a man disregarded my wishes in favour of his and struck me when I disobeyed him, my face is warm because I liked the spank.
Isaac sets me on my feet when we’re in his bedroom.His hands on my waist, there’s only an inch of space between us.I’m certain he’s going to kiss me, and my heart beats faster as I wait for him to do it.But he moves his hands to my upper arms and turns me around.
“There’s the surprise.”
