“I could be a prince,” he says in a casual tone. “Within limits of course.”
“Of course,” I say quickly. “I wouldn’t presume to impose on you. I’d be very grateful for a place to stay. You wouldn’t even know I was here, it’s so huge.”
He throws his head back and laughs, although there’s a roughness to his tone now.
“Sweetheart, this castle has eight rooms, two living rooms, a formal dining room, a casual dining room, a library and a den, just to name some of the amenities. We could both live here and never cross paths for days.”
I perk up.
“So can I stay here?” I ask in a hopeful tone. “Just for a little while as I get my life sorted. I promise, you won’t even notice I’m here. I could even pay you a little rent, after I find a job. It won’t be much, but it would be something.”
Again, Travis shakes his head with mirth.
“No sweetheart, you’re not getting it. You’re a gorgeous young woman, and staying out of my hair is the least of my concerns. In fact, it’s the opposite of what I’d want. After all, a woman like you shouldn’t go untouched. She should be sampled, enjoyed and most of all, savored by a man. Would you like that, Caitlin?”
I stare at him, my jaw open. Is he saying what I think he’s saying?
“You mean, sex?” I manage to squeak out.
His blue eyes darken to an almost black as his gaze roves appreciatively over my curvy form. I know that I have some extra junk in the trunk, but never have I felt so desired before. Travis’s eyes are hot as he looks at me once more, but his voice is surprisingly light.
“Yes, sex,” he says. “But even more than that, the foreplay before some incredible interludes in bed. I’d like access to your curves any time of the day or night. If you live here, you’ll walk around in nothing but lingerie and high heels, smelling of sweet perfume. Of course, you won’t have to lift a finger because I have a staff for all that. You’ll be able to live in luxury with not a worry in your pretty little head.”
I’m scandalized. OMG, we just met! Is he serious?
“But what about me getting a job?” I stammer. “How will I do that if I’m your … well, your sex toy?”
He laughs.
“You’re not a sex toy, sweetheart. If I wanted a sex toy, I’d just flip open a catalog and order straight off the internet. Come to think of it, we can do that if you want,” he says, his voice lowering. “But I’d consider this arrangement as your job. Think of it as a life of leisure, with a few strings. You’ll be here for my pleasure, and of course, I’ll give you pleasure as well. You’ll enjoy it, sweetheart. Trust me on this one.”
I gawk at Travis, probably looking like a coarse peasant. Holy shit, I still can’t believe this is happening. I’m being propositioned by a handsome billionaire to live at his house, in exchange for full access to my body. This is so wrong!
Yet, I’m attracted to Travis. There’s no denying it because the billionaire is dark, handsome, and charismatic. He’s got broad shoulders, long legs, and I bet there’s a private gym somewhere in this castle where he sweats it out on a regular basis.
Plus, he’s giving me an opportunity. I’ll have food, drink, and a luxurious lifestyle at my fingertips, so long as I let him use my body.
I look up at Travis, and find him watching me, those blue eyes missing nothing.
“Do you have any weird kinks I should know about?” I ask slowly. “I’ll warn you, I’m not into blood or pain or anything like that.”
Travis throws his head back in laugh.
“You think you’re not into pain, but I could give you a spanking and you’d like it,” he growls.
“No,” I say quickly. “I wouldn’t.”
He holds his hands up in conciliation.
“Okay, no blood, and no pain. Not that I was into that anyways,” he says with a smile. “But overall, you’ll find that I’m a pretty vanilla guy. I just like things my way, that’s all.”
As I stare into his eyes, I feel myself beginning to fall into those deep blue pools. Oh my god, am I going to say yes? I can’t, can I? But then again, what options do I have?
3
Travis
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I stare at the beautiful woman in front of me, my heart beating rapidly in my ears. It’s crazy. I’m not that guy. I’m not the one who waits on edge for what a woman is going to say, but with Caitlin, it’s different. For some reason, I’m intrigued by the gorgeous girl, and having her so near and yet so far is killing me.