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“Cora Durant.” She smiles and extends her hand to shake his.
“Any guest of Mr. Millington’s is always more than welcome.”
They exchange pleasantries for a moment before he returns his attention to me. “I took the liberty of having my staff pull a couple of bottles from the reserve collection for you. Would you like your normal private tasting room?”
“Not today.” I slip my hand into Cora’s and lace our fingers together. “It’s a beautiful day, and I think we’d like to enjoy it on the veranda.”
“Of course, sir.” He gestures toward the door at the back side of the room. “We’ll bring everything out to you promptly.”
Squeezing Cora’s hand lightly, I give a gentle tug to pull her closer as I walk her outside. We take seats in opposing Adirondack chairs overlooking the luscious landscape of the vineyard.
“This is absolutely beautiful.” Cora stares over the view as I remain entirely fixated on her. She blends seamlessly into this world, fitting in like this is the class she was born to be a part of.
“Yes,” my eyes continue to roam over her, “absolutely perfect.”
“You know you don’t have to do that, right?” She glances at me over the small table that separates the two of us.
“Does it make you uncomfortable?” I ask. “To know that I want more from you than a wet cunt or a tight ass?”
A slight rose of blush creeps over her cheeks, and her eyes dip to her lap. Looking up at me through her lashes, her voice is soft when she says, “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just giving you exactly what you want.”
Don’t fucking toy with me, Cora.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CORA
He takes a short, ragged breath, and for a second, I swear his nostrils flare slightly. The faint sign of anger is gone as quickly as I thought it arrived.
“My good, sweet girl,” his fingers lightly dust up and down my forearm that’s resting on the arm of the chair while we wait for our wine to arrive. He doesn’t break contact with me until a waiter arrives with two matching wine flights, needing to place them on the table between us.
We make small talk as we both savor our first glass of wine. I give him what he wants, answering his questions and letting him get to know anything and everything that he wants to about me. All while sugar-coating it a little to play into the innocence he keeps telling me he wants.
It's not hard.
I had a happy childhood, with two parents who absolutely adored one another. They are still happily growing old with each other in Kansas, in the same home I grew up in.
I do this shit for the money.
Not because I have to, unlike some girls.
Fucking rich old men for money has been a sugar baby staple for centuries, and I wasn’t above a sad lay with a less-than-desirable man from time to time to ensure I could afford some of the finer things in life. It just turned out that I met a woman who gave me the opportunity to make a fuckton of money doing it instead.
The world is full of men like Samuel. Rich. Powerful. And with a complete lack of time to provide a woman the attention that they need to stick around for an actual relationship.
Women like me are easier.
We have no expectations, and we meet all of theirs.
By the time we’re halfway through our flight, Samuel has learned so much about me. Question after question, he could probably name every member of my family at this point.
Yet, I know barely anything about him.
“What about you?” I ask before taking a sip of a new glass of wine.
“Come.” He signals for me to join him in his seat. This doesn’t quite seem like the kind of establishment where sitting on his lap is appropriate, but I’m also guessing that no one would say a word to him anyway.
As I stand between his feet, he taps his thigh, encouraging me to take a seat. He places his wine on the table before lightly gripping my hips and spinning me until my back is to him. His hands slide over my hips and down my thighs, and he slowly begins to lift the hemline of my dress higher and higher as I lower myself onto his lap. My eyes dart nervously, spanning around us to the other patrons, but no one is watching. With the back of my dress just shy of baring my ass, Samuel drags me onto his lap with a slight growl.
