“Isabel Benson finished high school six years ago. She couldn’t afford to go to college as she supports her younger sister. Her parents abandoned them once Isabel was of age to support them. She’s a nice woman,” Rose said, remembering the woman she was talking about.
“Hum, she’s the submissive sort,” Edward said, popping a grape into his mouth.
Rose tuned out listening to William talk to her about the alcohol and the beverages available. By the time they were finished it was dark and she was ready to get home.
“I expect you here tomorrow night. Peter will bring you,” William said.
Peter wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her outside to the waiting car.
“Do you think Edward has a thing for Isabel?” Rose asked, getting into the passenger side of the car.
“I’d say. She’s the first person he’s talked about since coming here three years ago. I’ve always wondered why he stayed.” Peter settled behind the wheel.
“He’s British, right?”
“Yeah. I imagine some of the ladies will love his accent and how he always says ‘mate’ and ‘love’.”
Rose chuckled. “This has been a really weird day.”
“Well, you better get some rest tonight. Control is always busy, and it’s your first day. Have you ever waitressed before?” Peter asked.
“No, I’ve carried books around. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.”
“Tonight, you’re mine. I’ve kept my hands off you while you’ve been working. It’s not going to happen. Once I’ve fed you, I want you naked and in my bed.”
Rose moaned. Heat bloomed in her pussy. “Take me home, Peter.”
She glanced down as he caressed her thigh. Rose wished she hadn’t worn jeans.
The drive home was slow. She sat at the counter watching as he made her dinner. By the time they made it up to his room, she was desperate for Peter to be inside her.
He didn’t rush to get her naked. Peter took his time, peeling each layer off her. She felt so close to him as he thrust inside her body. Rose had never felt so connected to another person before in her life.
She would give everything of herself to him. All Peter had to do was ask.
Chapter Thirteen
The following night Peter did everything he could to keep his nerves in check. That morning he’d left Rose in bed to take a visit to town. There was a small jeweller near the barbers in town. It was only small, but he’d found what he was looking for. He’d been surprised by how welcoming the town was to his presence. There were none of the usual sneers he got.
“How do I look?” Rose asked. He glanced up from his coffee to see her in a pair of dark blue denim jeans and a dark red blouse. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. He glanced down to see her fidgeting, wringing her hands together.
Getting up from his seat, he placed his palm over her enclosed hands.
“Stop panicking.”
“I don’t know how to look. How does one dress for this? William didn’t tell me, and I never asked.” Her face was red, and he figured she’d been running around upstairs trying to find the right outfit.
Reaching up, he removed the band that bound her hair. “You don’t need to be so professional. Your hair looks lovely like this.”
Peter sank his fingers into her length, brushing out the strands. She sighed, leaning in close.
Tilting her head back he claimed her lips. Caressing her lips with his tongue, he sought entry into her mouth. She submitted to him instantly. Peter knew it was only matter of time before she gave herself to him, and he had the ring ready to take what he truly wanted from her. Letting out a moan Peter pulled away first.
“You have a just fucked look. You’ll fit right in.”
She giggled. Her hands gripped the lapels of his jacket. “I don’t want to go out tonight. I want to be here with you.”
He chuckled. “When we get home tonight I’ll make it up to you. I haven’t been to the club properly in some time. I get an excuse to watch you and be there.”