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“No, you’re not.”
And now I’m wishing I hadn’t said anything about the money. I could’ve just watched to see what she’d do with it. From everything I’ve surmised so far, she’d probably use it for good.
I reach out and she flinches.
I caress her shoulder with my fingertips.
“You’re very beautiful,” I tell her.
She swallows hard and stares at her lap. I loop my finger under the strap over her shoulder and it falls. The lingerie is tight enough across her breasts that nothing further is revealed.
“I’ve been thinking about you since you left,” I add.
She moistens her lips and blows out a long exhale, saying nothing.
I regard her for another moment, how perfectly still she is, wondering if it’d disappoint her if I didn’t fuck her right now. After a long moment, I announce, “Let’s go eat.”
I get up and hold out my hand.
She flinches, looking confused. I’d hoped she’d look disappointed, but I’m not getting that.
“Take my hand, Chloe.”
She does and I help her up.
“Don’t like the shoes?” I ask, staring at the box on the bench.
“They seemed a little unnecessary,” she says.
“Do you like them? I notice you have some nice shoes in your closet, though you rarely wear them.”
“I work at home. I don’t need to wear expensive shoes every day.”
“Do you like those?”
“They’re nice.”
“Put them on,” I say, then I take them out of the box and set them on the floor in front of her. “Here.” I gesture to my shoulder.
She places a hand on me while she gets into the shoes, which raises her up a few inches.
“After you,” I say and gesture for her to walk ahead.
She does, and I get to admire the sexy lingerie while she walks ahead in very high heels that make her legs look even hotter.
“Didn’t get a chance to set the table. Have a seat. I’ll take care of that.”
She sits at the table, looking pensive.
I grab two plates and some cutlery, then unload the food. She watches, saying nothing.
I fetch her drink from the bedroom, then give her a bottle of water before serving her.
I unwrap the foil over the potato and steam curls up. The room is filled with the fragrance of the spices.
“Oh, roasted corn,” I add after inspecting an extra container. “Load up your potato, baby.”
I open a container of what looks like spiced butter.
