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"No," I replied, "I'm not going to inform and seek approval for my sex life from my younger sister."
She stared at me, and truly I remained patient, enjoying this contention because it was almost hard to believe that it existed. It made me want to understand more about her. I wondered now how she handled other aspects of her life. She was not shrewd whatsoever, and it amazed me.
"Are you rich? By any chance?" I asked.
She seemed taken aback by the question, and then she fronted.
"I do okay," she replied.
"Well enough to not give a damn that I am incredibly wealthy and probably worth every perceived risk?"
She stared at me. However, I truly was curious because I had come across too many women who had been ready to, for this very fact, throw whatever else caution remained to the wind.
It was what I expected, what was normal, but then here this dork was, and she was only concerned about being considerate of my sister. Fuck.
"Yes," she replied, and I was a bit startled.
"Yes, you do okay enough to not give a damn about my money?" I asked, and she nodded.
"Yes."
I had a feeling as my gaze went down her body that this wasn't true, but it wasn't a point to argue about, so I continued on with my conversation.
"This shouldn't even be a topic of conversation," I told her. "I can fuck whoever I want. I want to assume you can as well and keep things a secret. I mean, this will only be a few days, so why contemplate it?"
"You and Aurora as well? Were you two friends even before this? Isn't your relationship with her a client and professional relationship?"
She was stumped at this question, and I fucking understood her. I rose to my feet then and approached her. She, however, took several steps back until eventually she connected with the table. I didn’t stop. Not until my body was pressed against hers, and I was staring deep into her eyes. I was so fucking hard now, and I knew that she could feel every bit of it.
"Can you keep a secret?" I asked.
She swallowed, and then when she saw that I was going to wait till she responded, she nodded.
"Then keep this," I told her.
I leaned down then and took her lips in mine, soft, slow, and sweet. By the time we broke away, my heart was thundering against my chest. I stared into her gorgeous, huge hazel eyes and knew that this woman would be hard to get out of my mind or forget at the end of all of this.
“It's too late,” she squeaked, and I cocked my head, wondering what she was referring to.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Victoria already knows,” she said.
“She wouldn’t dare speak,” I replied, however, she didn't seem convinced.
I kissed her again because I didn't give a fuck about Victoria, and frankly, I didn't give a fuck either about who knew, but I did care that her worries were allayed so that she could be as free as I needed her to be. I wanted her to thoroughly enjoy this, just as I knew that I would as well.
I started to lean down once again to kiss her; however, she stopped me.
I loved the way she looked at me as though she was completely weak and, in this moment, just a bit helpless. At other times, she seemed so serious and focused on her work. But now, there was no doubt in my mind that she was completely under my thumb.
“This is your fault,” she cried, and I was surprised.
“What?” I asked, amused, and couldn’t help but notice just how low our voices were. I loved this, I realized. It felt more than anything that she was a lover I had known for years. There were no prying eyes; the room was warm and intimate; it smelled heavenly; she looked divine… I wanted to savor this somehow, to get used to it.
“I don’t want to interfere,” she began, and I immediately knew where she was going with this.
“If you don’t want to interfere, then don’t,” I told her, and she stopped.
