I felt fidgety as I watched him cook, and it wasn’t just the excellent caffeine. Being with him like this, sitting at his kitchen bar, was strange. When we were in bed, I could fall back on the personality I’d created for my job, but now I felt like a kid playing pretend. Remington was a prince treating me like the finest guest in his castle. It made no sense.
“You can relax, you know. This isn’t meant to be a formal brunch.”
His words helped my unease. I glanced down at the long t-shirt of his I was wearing with nothing underneath. “I guess not.”
Remy had pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that was tight enough to let me see all the muscles in his chest and back. It made me long to touch him again.
He didn’t talk much as he made our breakfast, so I just sipped my coffee and stared at his strong hands as he expertly chopped vegetables. When he turned to face the stove, I studied the lines of his back. He was so perfectly formed, and his ass… It was absolutely drool worthy.
I wanted to walk up behind him, squeeze his cheeks, and rub myself on him. Being with him wasn’t like work at all, and that made it far too seductive. I needed to get out of there. I was starting to spin fantasies no one in my profession should have, but the food smelled so good. My stomach growled in anticipation. I would stay long enough to eat and get my phone back. I really couldn’t leave without it. I couldn’t leave at all if Remington didn’t want me to.
When the omelets were done, Remington handed me a plate, then sat down beside me with his own.
“Go on. Try it. I want to be sure you approve of my skills.”
“I don’t think you’re a man who needs anyone’s approval.”
“No, but I’d like yours anyway, especially since you were so skeptical.
“I wasn’t skeptical. I was surprised. I just thought a man like you would have servants.”
He gave me a sly smile. “What kind of man do you think I am?”
This was moving us into dangerous territory. “Wealthy, arrogant, demanding, scary.”
“You got me there. I could have servants do anything I don’t want to do for myself. I have people I can call who’d be here at a moment’s notice to do whatever I told them without question, but I’m not the kind of man who is afraid to get his hands dirty. I don’t ask people to do work I wouldn’t be willing to do myself.”
I didn’t think he was talking about cooking. I had a feeling he was referring to things that were a lot… messier, a lot more evil. He was a man who would kill without hesitation. How much danger was I in?
“You look like a frightened rabbit. Are you afraid I’m a fox come to eat you up?”
Instead of answering, I took a bite of omelet and groaned. It tasted like heaven. He wasn’t kidding. He really was an awesome cook.
“I take it you’re impressed?”
“I… Yes, and I’m not worried I’m in danger. I know I am.”
“You’re smart. I like that, but I told you last night I’m not going to hurt you.”
He’d been true to his word so far. “I know, and I’ve done everything you’ve asked, but that doesn’t mean I’m safe with you.”
“Perhaps not, but you’ve enjoyed what we’ve done. I have more to ask of you now.”
“You said you had a proposition for me.”
“I do.”
I studied him for a moment. “A proposition or a demand?”
This time his smile did remind me of a fox. “Is there really a difference?”
“Yes, there is.”
“I’ve told you before. I always get my way.”
I should be truly scared. Instead, I found him only mildly infuriating. He hadn’t hurt me, and he easily could have. I was totally at his mercy. I’d never gone anywhere with a client except down one of the darker alleys. I was in danger every night, and I knew these lovely surroundings didn’t actually change my situation, but Remington made me feel comforted. Cared for. It was hard to hate that.
“My proposition is this. I’ll pay you eighteen thousand more if you stay with me for two weeks.”
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“You can’t be serious.”
“I am very serious. You’ll get eight thousand at the end of the first week and the rest when our agreement ends.”
“But that’s…”
“More money than you could make doing anything else for two weeks.”
“It’s… very generous, but I have some questions.” It was too good to be true, and that meant there had to be a catch.
“Ask your questions.”
I took another bite of omelet while I thought, but it was hard to swallow. “I would stay here for the two weeks?”
“We’ll either be here or at my family’s home in Metairie. I have a suite there as well.”
“Okay. Will I be working twenty-four seven?”
He grinned. “I will occasionally let you sleep.”
“That’s… good.”
“Along with having you at my disposal for these weeks, I will require absolute discretion from you. You aren’t to speak of anything that happens here.”
I could live with that. “And you will pay me eighteen thousand dollars?”
“I will.”
“And no sharing.”
His expression hardened. “No one touches you but me. You’re mine.”
Jesus. Why was that so hot?
“One more thing.” Remington’s tone told me I wouldn’t like his final stipulation.
Instinctively, I took a step back. “What is it?”
“I get to have your ass.”
I’d been thinking he was going to ask for something kinky or ask me to do something illegal—or more illegal than fucking him for money. I should have been prepared for his request, but I wasn’t. “I… um…”
“I want to be the first man to fuck you.”
I swallowed hard. I should say no, but the money he was offering me would be more than enough to get me off the street. I wouldn’t have to go with random men anymore. I could get a
