Page 151 of The First Taste
He edges closer, brushing my knee with his. He looks down at me, his lips twitching.
“What do you think I want to pay you so well for? Turn the page, look at the number, and then sign the fucking contract.”
My heart squeezes, my stomach flip flops. Under his cool blue gaze, it’s hard to do anything but what he says.
I look at the contract, flipping to the next page. And then my heart starts beating frantically at the number I see.
A half million dollars a month.
A half a million.
Per month.
My mouth opens, but there are no words in my empty head. I glance up at him, beseeching.
And he picks up the pen, shoving it in my hands. I take it as his fingers brush my knee.
“I—“
Calum shuts me down by shaking his head. “Enough talking. Sign the contract so we can move on to other things, beauty.”
His nickname for me sends chills down my spine. I uncap the pen and scrawl my name across the bottom of the page.
As I do, I’m aware that I’m making a choice.
I am selling myself to Calum.
He’ll own me.
Possess me.
The ink on the dotted line begins to dry.
I toss the pen and the contract aside, shuddering as I look up into his dark eyes. He just smirks.
“Good girl.”
I bite my lip and frown, not knowing what I’m supposed to say to that. Sweeping up the contract and the pen, he puts them back at the bar cart. Then he walks very slowly back to me. My heart thunders when he comes close enough that I can feel his body heat.
My head falls back and I look at him, uncertainty and questions filling every inch of me. He looks down into my eyes with a smug expression.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, reaching out his fingers to ever so lightly touch my upper arm. “So delicate. So fucking innocent. And here I am, already thinking of all the ways that I can ruin you.”
My eyes widen. “Ruin me?”
He tilts his head, running his fingers across my collarbone and down into the fabric hiding my cleavage. “Oh yes, beauty. I want to make sure that no man will ever have you quite like this.”
I gulp. For some reason, my eyes are drawn back to the shelf of sex toys and dildos. “Are you going to use those on me?”
My voice comes out as a soft squeak.
Calum turns his head and then gives a sharp bark of laughter when he sees what I’m looking at. “Oh, beauty. I can’t wait to make you spread your legs and beg me to make you come. And those will definitely be a part of it.” He swings his smoldering gaze back to me, pinning me in place. “But we should start slow. For now, I want to sit in the booth over there and watch you dance for me.”
Without another word, he turns on his heel and heads left, toward the stage. I follow, closing my trench coat more tightly against my collarbone. Calum throws himself down against the black leather booth, folding his hands behind his head.
My hands shake as I grab the belt of my trench coat, walking up to him. For some reason, it’s harder to take off my coat than to just be half-naked.
“Volume louder,” he shouts. The music suddenly swells, shifting to a rap song I recognize.
