Page 31 of The Count

“Good girl,” he praised. His arm took mine, slowly walking me over to the table. I stumbled a bit in my heels, but he was there to steady me. My face was aflame with heat, my embarrassment over being forced to have my lower half naked almost too much to bear.

Like a perfect gentleman, he pulled out my chair and I lowered myself down into the seat. He pushed my chair in before taking his.

I pressed my thighs together, more flustered and aroused than I’d ever been in my life. I wanted him to reach over and touch me, but most of all, I just needed to come. I stared down at the porcelain plate in front of me, studying the fine blue details that were painted around the edges of it.

“What’s the drug going to do to me?” I asked quietly.

“It will enhance your arousal, open your mind, and allow you to truly embrace who you are and what you need, little girl,” he answered.

I tried to temper my anger. I shifted in my seat, feeling my core tighten inexplicably at his explanation.

“Are there any side effects?” I followed up, my voice wavering with tension. I’d never taken any drugs before.

“No. None. I would never hurt you,” he reassured me.

For a long moment, I sat there stewing. I wanted him to touch me. Spank me. But most of all, I wanted him to fuck me.

I couldn’t reconcile who I thought I was with any of that.

“I’m angry with you,” I finally said.

“I know you are,” he answered, but there didn’t seem like there was any room for negotiation in his tone. He almost sounded like he expected me to be like this.

“I didn’t choose this,” I spat.

“I know. I know because I’m the one that chose you, little girl.”

“What does that mean?” I jerked my head up, searching his face. There was something there, something he wasn’t telling me, and I sat back, trying to figure out what that was before he said anything at all.

“I’ve been watching you for a long time, Jasmina. The first time I saw you, I thought you were an angel fallen from heaven,” he answered.

“How long?”

“I first saw you at the University of London, rushing from one class to another. I remember it like it was yesterday. The sun had broken out from between the clouds, shining down and catching your beautiful curls in the light. You were laughing beside a friend, your face utterly radiant with joy. You met my gaze for the briefest of seconds before you turned away and jogged up the stairs of one of the university buildings.”

I blinked, trying to remember the moment he had referenced. He had seemed vaguely familiar the first time I’d met him at the office, so maybe somewhere deep down he’d made an impression too.

“You showed interest in real estate,” he said next.

My mouth went dry.

“Your boss hired you at my request,” he continued, and my fury seethed forward once more. I pressed my thighs together, my anger and my arousal at war as my wetness seeped down onto my thighs and onto the seat beneath me.

There was going to be a wet spot when he finally let me stand up.

“You did well at the firm, and I was so very proud of you, but every day that passed felt like forever without you here with me instead. Last month, I decided enough was enough. I arranged with your boss for you to take an extended vacation and I paid him well for it. I made sure your absence from London was covered so that you wouldn’t be missed. I wanted to give you enough time here to be yourself and realize that you didn’t want to leave. That you and I are meant for each other,” he explained further.

My pussy started to tingle. I turned away, wanting to hide my expression from him.

“You’re crazy,” I whispered.

“I’m just a man that knows what he wants,” he answered.

“What do you actually want? Sex?”

“Your hand in marriage,” he replied.

I paused for a long moment, not knowing what to say.

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