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I twist around to face her, my head tilting to the side. She’s not made any move to get undressed. I lift one eyebrow, but she doesn’t say a thing.
She holds my gaze, eyes sparkling in the soft twinkle of the battery-operated candles that Mike insisted on. I make a mental note to thank him for that touch because something about how the light shines in her eyes has my throat drying up and my heart racing.
What the actual fuck.
The coat she’s wearing drops to the floor with a thump, and she places her hands on the hem of her shirt. Slowly, she pulls it over her head, and I suck in a breath. Despite her petite frame, she stands tall and confident in only a black bra and a skirt. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t turn her gaze from mine. She holds my stare, waiting for my command.
I’m practically salivating, which isn’t like me. Typically, sex is transactional. It has to be, considering my status.
I know that makes me sound arrogant, but I’m not. It’s the truth. A harsh one I’ve had to learn the hard way through the years.
Being a hockey star comes with perks and hindrances. Most women want me for the fame. The money.
This girl isn’t much different. I might not be paying her, but she gets something out of it too. She gets to know she fucked me, and I get sex. Something about that just doesn’t sit right with me for a moment. Even if I’m benefiting too.
It’s not her fault. My people contacted her, but I can’t help but feel the sting of knowing this isn’t about her caring about me.
That pathetic, broken boy in me, desperate for the attention. Starving for affection.
I hate everything about this feeling, but I can’t stop myself for what I say next.
“All of it,” I demand, motioning toward her body and the last of the clothing covering her.
Cassidy’s cheeks turn a dark shade of pink. She blinks several times before glancing down at her skirt. She doesn’t make a move to take it off. Something about this has my misplaced anger melting away. This is just an innocent girl getting caught up in my internal battles. She’s here to help, and I need to remember that.
She takes a deep breath, moving her hands to the waist of the skirt.
I don’t know what she’s playing at, but I can’t say it bothers me. I like the act.
Timid.
Innocent.
It makes me want to do really bad things to her.
I want to corrupt her. Use her.
Good girl. Keep playing the part, little lamb.
There’s no question in my mind that Mike must have conveyed that I like control. I can only hope she keeps this up all night. It’s exactly what I need right now. This will take the edge off.
Gone is the skirt, but she’s still standing in front of me in her thong and bra. My lips tip into a smirk.
“All. Of. It.” I repeat each word slowly and with a hint of menace.
Her eyes widen a fraction before her hands reach behind her back and unsnap her bra. It falls to the floor followed by her panties. I grin in complete satisfaction.
Fucking gorgeous.
Her tits are the perfect size. Full but not too full. Her nipples are pebbled, and I can’t help but lick my bottom lip.
I motion to the floor. “On your knees.”
She blinks, and for a moment, I think she’ll object, but she doesn’t. She drops to the floor, her perky breasts bouncing as she does.
Like the good girl she is, she doesn’t move. She just waits for my orders.
Just how Mike described her.
