“You know what this means, right?”
She tilted her head up. “No, what?”
“I’ll be the only man to know what it’s like to be in your tight cunt. No other man will be able to touch what’s mine.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah, oh.”
“I like the sound of that,” she said.
“Good.”
He lifted her from his lap and then stood. They both took the dishes to the sink and rinsed them.
“Let’s go pick out what you’re going to wear today.”
He pulled her into his bathroom. “Hop into the shower. Don’t let your hair get wet. We need to get you shampoo and conditioner today.”
“I already have some.”
“It’s not good enough. I want you taken care of, and dollar-store shampoo isn’t going to cut it.”
She twisted her hair up into a knot.
“How does that stay that way?” he asked.
She smiled. “It won’t for long. I have some clips somewhere. I’ll look for them later.”
She glanced at him when he started the shower.
“Get going. I’ll go get your clothes.”
Brylee unbuttoned her shirt, shrugged it off, and laid it on the counter. She stepped into the shower and quickly washed off. She was already out and drying herself when he got back.
“Wow, that was fast,” he exclaimed.
He handed her a blouse and a pair of her nicer jeans. “Put these on.”
“No, underwear?”
He shook his head. “Not today.”
She pulled on her clothes and then let her hair down and brushed it quickly with a comb he handed her.
“You have beautiful hair.”
She glanced at him in the mirror. “Thank you.”
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
He held out his hand. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Thirteen
Gage drove them to a humungous steel building and parked underground and in a front-row spot by the elevator with his name.