Bought: Highest Bidder(31)

She shakes the paper at me, her chest heaving violently, making me think  she's sprinted all the way up to my office without pausing to take a  breath. "You will not believe what's on the front page of the Daily  Observer!" she gasps.         

     



 

My curiosity piqued, I quickly close out the email that I was typing to  my therapist about making an appointment so that Carla doesn't see. I  don't need her thinking I'm broken, too.

"What's that?" I ask, standing up to take the paper from Carla. I'm  trying to be my normal self, but I just don't have the peppy outlook I  usually do. I'm tired, and my spirits are dampened.

"Just look at it!" wheezes Carla.

I snatch the paper from her hands and flip it around to the first page. A  jolt of shock runs through me as my gaze settles on the page and I let  out a soft gasp, my eyes going wide. The headline in bold takes my  breath away.

Hot, Eligible CEO Bachelor's new fling!

It's a picture of me and Lucian on the night we had dinner at the  restaurant, embracing and engaged in a heated kiss. Lucian's hand is on  my ass, and my arms are wrapped around his neck. My heart pounds. I know  right when it was taken. I remember that moment like it happened only a  minute ago.

"Crazy, huh?" Carla breathes next to my ear as she looks at the picture  with me, causing me to jump. I was so engrossed with the picture that I  forgot that she was even there. "Where the hell were you two at?"

I'm unable to respond, my eyes glued to the picture. A surge of powerful  emotion runs through me. I can't get over how much we look like a  couple. Even though it was all supposed to be for show it almost  looks... real. Like we really are in love.

My heart does a flip at the thought and I go weak in the knees,  confirming what I felt earlier; I'm falling for Lucian. It scares the  hell out of me. This, what we have, is fragile. It all hinges upon the  fact he wants to fix me. But what happens when he decides I'm not worth  the trouble? Or when my contract is up in nine days? My lips draw down  into a frown as emotion threatens to overwhelm me.

And what will Lucian think about this? My blood spikes with anxiety. I  can't even begin to think of his reaction. I try to swallow, but it  feels like my heart is shoved up my throat and trying to get away from  me.

Carla stares at me, noticing my conflicted expression. "What's wrong?"  she asks me, placing her hand on my arm with concern. "Why aren't you  happy?"

I set the paper down on my desk and turn to her, parting my lips to say  something, but then feel a lump the size of a golf ball fill my throat,  staying my words. I don't know what's wrong with me. I just want this to  be as real as this picture looks. I want that more than anything.

"Dah?" Carla says, coming in closer. "Is something wrong? Did Lucian do something to you?"

"No," I say, my voice thick with emotion. "Not at all." It would be far  easier to just tell her my dilemma and not have her guessing at what's  wrong, but I can't bring myself to do it. I don't want to risk telling  her and being crushed that she doesn't understand.

Carla places both her hands on my shoulders and gazes into my eyes. "What is it then, huh? You can tell me."

No I can't.

The lump is growing bigger. And I don't know why. Everything is  happening so fast, and I don't know what to do. Just days ago, I was  happy to have finally found someone who could get me off, but now he  knows my secret and I think I'm falling for him. Fuck.

Tears well up into my eyes, and I feel like any moment I'm gonna start choking on them.

Seeing the anguish on my face, Carla pulls me into a tight embrace.  "C'mere, girl." She begins patting on my back, not knowing she's making  things worse. "Whatever's the matter, it's going to be okay. I'm here  for you."

My throat constricted with emotion, I'm unable to say a word, and can only manage to think my response.

Oh Carla, if only you knew.





Chapter 21





Lucian





The minute I get into the door, I make a beeline for the playroom. I  can't wait to see her. I'm ready for training to really begin. I drop  the keys on the foyer table, making a loud clinking sound, and start  undressing, leaving the jacket on the floor as I make my way to the  stairs. I loosen my tie and pull it off as I push open the door,  revealing my treasure.

She's still, and in the exact position she should be in. The sight of  her gorgeous curves and bared pussy makes my dick that much harder. She  stirs slightly when she hears me walk in. I close the door gently, but  I'm not nearly as quiet as I have been.

She rights herself instantly and goes motionless.

I know exactly what to do with my treasure. I strip down to my slacks as  I make my way to the dresser. It's filled with a variety of gear and  toys. I have to open three drawers before I get to the one I need. I  look over my shoulder and Dahlia is perfectly still, exactly how she  should be. There are a few vibrators in this drawer, in all sorts of  sizes. A large wand with a round head making it resemble a microphone in  its build, bullet vibrators, butt plug vibrators, an egg with a remote.  There's something for every mood and whim. A rough hum comes up my  throat as I take each one in.         

     



 

"Good girl, treasure," I say as I place my hands on the edge of the drawer. "How was your day?"

She answers as I keep my back to her while I debate on which one I  should choose. "It went well, sir." Her voice is so soft I can barely  hear her. "And yours?"

"Speak up."

"And yours?" she repeats herself. I settle on the wand.

"Draining and unfulfilling up until now," I say as I shut the drawer with the wand in my right hand.

"On your back," I give the command as I shove my pants down and kick  them off beside the bed. Dahlia's quick to turn on her back. Her  breathing is coming in a little quicker now. Her eyes stare at the  ceiling, and her arms lay at her side.

"Look at me," I tell her. "I want to see you when I talk to you."

"Yes, sir." A trail of goosebumps runs down her front as she answers me,  pebbling her pale rose nipples. It takes a lot of restraint not to suck  them into my mouth. But I refrain. She needs this first.

"We're going to work on what excites you, Dahlia. I'm going to train you  and your body, condition you really. I'm going to make you desire me in  any way you can have me."

I crawl closer to her and tap on her inner thigh for her to spread her legs, which she obeys immediately.

"I want you to tell me about your fantasies, Dahlia." Her eyes widen,  and her body stiffens as I run the tips of my fingers from her clit down  to her opening. She's soaking wet. Fuck, the very sight of her makes me  want to take her. I'm dying to be inside of her hot pussy, but I have  to wait.

Her breathing gets heavy, and she licks her lips. "I can do that."

I run the tip of the wand through her folds. She sucks in a breath of  air from the chill of the steel. "You're going to tell me all your  fantasies, Dahlia." I turn on the vibrator as it hits her opening.  Dahlia's eyes close, and her lips part slightly. She doesn't move  though, she knows better than to move. I slowly work it up to her clit,  watching her face and her body for her reactions. I want to know exactly  where that sweet spot is. Her thighs twitch, and her back arches  slightly as I reach the underside of her throbbing clit. Bingo.

"But none of the ones you're thinking." I continue my path over and  around her clit and then back down. I can see how much she's resisting  the need to writhe with pleasure. If I have to, I'll restrain her, but I  don't think I'll need to.

"So tell me your fantasies," I say easily, getting comfortable in my position and knowing this may take a while.

"Any?" she asks me.

I shrug and say, "You can. You'll see what they reward you."

She takes in a sharp inhale as I round the sensitive spot and then she  starts, "I dream about being alone at night." Her voice is soft and  husky. A blush brings color to her chest and face.

"There's a man behind me. I can hear him, but I'm too afraid to turn  around so I walk faster, but he catches me." Her breathing comes in  quicker, and her body tenses as the vibrator comes closer to where it  needs to please.

"He pins me to the brick wall of an alley," her voice goes tight with need, and her thighs tremble as I hold the wand in place.

"Who is this man?" I ask her, my dick hard with need.

"No one, a stranger, I don't know," she answers quickly.

She whimpers when I pull the wand away and leave her on edge. The hum  fills the room as her eyes snap open and she stares at me with hurt in  her eyes.

"Let's try a different one," I tell her. Her mouth falls open, and she  swallows thickly as she realizes what I'm doing. She closes her eyes and  nods.

Her throat is hoarse as she slowly says, "I …  I dream about being on a date." Her forehead is pinched, and I know she's lying.