Page 51 of House of Payne
She knows every inch of me, and the darkness doesn’t faze her.
If anything, she welcomes it, and I know she’s been tiptoeing around me since my admission, waiting for an opening to slither back into my bed.
With the day I’m having, I’m tempted to let her do just that.
I need relief from the thoughts of London that keep plaguing me, and from the headache that is dealing with our allies.
The Fitzpatricks shouldn’t be able to put a damper on my mood, but they’ve soured it nonetheless.
I can’t let them know that I let the restaurant slip from my hands.
I know what the consequences will be.
They can’t know about London when she’s still new to all of this. I need time to shape her and make her crave the kinds of things only I can give her.
Having the Fitzpatricks and Everetts snooping around will only scare her away.
I need her for more than just her debt.
As I sit behind the desk and contemplate finding a way to keep her and seize her father’s property, I imagine the look on her face.
Something tells me that going back on my word won’t sit well with her.
London is innocent, but she isn’t stupid, and the last thing I need is for her to draw attention to what we do in a half-cocked scheme to exact revenge.
You’re the one who decided to think with your dick instead of your head. You have no one to blame but yourself for this mess.
But I don’t regret anything I’ve done to get to London.
Since the moment I clapped eyes on her, I knew.
My blood boils at the thought of her, and I have half a mind to drag her into my office now and show her what a real man feels like.
“You look like you have a lot on your mind,” Katia purrs, pausing to nudge the door shut with her shoulder. “Why don’t I help?”
I sit behind my desk and lean back. “I thought I made it clear what I expect from you going forward.”
A small part of me is already regretting taking Katia off the board.
She’s not London, but she knows how to give me what I want. All I have to do is snap my fingers, and she’ll be on her knees, giving me a temporary reprieve.
Katia’s lips spread into a slow smile as she takes a step forward. “Why not do it one last time? For old time’s sake.”
I raise an eyebrow. “I didn’t take you for the sentimental type.”
Katia’s fingers move to the buttons on her shirt, and her footsteps are slow and measured. “I’m whatever type you want me to be, sir. Whenever you want.”
I sit up straighter and link my fingers. “I’m sure you have better things to do.”
Katia stops on the other side of the desk, and I look at the swell of her breasts, held back by her black bra. She reaches behind her and undoes the clasp. Then she leans forward, her dark eyes glittering suggestively.
What is the matter with you? She’s here and willing. Just accept what she’s offering.
Katia has already seen and tasted the darkness.
She revels in it almost as much as I do, and she’s never known anything else.
London, on the other hand, is going to experience everything for the first time, and while the thought of taking Katia is both familiar and tempting, it’s nothing compared to the pull I feel toward London.
