“That’s also none of your business.” She sips her water. “So what now? I’m not going to just let myself stay kidnapped. This is bullshit. You have to let me go.”
“So you can steal my golden orchid?”
“What? No. I don’t want that stupid plant.” She looks away as she says it.
“Don’t lie to me, Goldie.”
“Look, you already busted me, all right? You don’t have to worry. I’ll leave here empty-handed. It’ll be like I was never here at all.”
I don’t like the sound of that. Not one fucking bit. “If you leave, then who will eat all Mrs. Lou’s food? You have no idea how happy she’ll be when she sees how much you enjoyed it.”
“I guess you can enjoy it without me.” She gives me a too-bright smile and tips her water glass to me in salute. “Because I’m going to be out of here.”
“I think you’re forgetting one important aspect of this whole plan of yours.”
“What’s that?” She wipes her mouth with her napkin and pushes the cart away.
“You can’t go anywhere unless I allow it.”
She rolls her eyes, then glances at Heirloom, who’s been curled up on my dresser this entire time. “Do you hear this guy? Is he always on a power trip?”
Heirloom jumps down and pads over to her, rubbing himself against her legs, his tail straight up in the air. She scratches him behind the ears, then gives him a piece of her scallop.
“How did such a good boy like you end up with this big old meanie?” She baby-talks him. “If you were my baby, I’d treat you like a little prince. Hand feed you every day. Give you tons of love.”
I rather like the look of them together. He’s already smitten. I suspect he’s not the only one.
Once he’s gotten enough love, he turns his back to her and trots to the door. I let him out and put the cart in the hallway for Mrs. Lou. When I close the door again, I don’t lock it. Marigold might not want to tell me who sent her, but I have ways of finding out.
“You’re not going to eat at all?” Marigold asks.
“I’m hungry for something else.” I turn to her.
She licks her lips. “Um, so no. Nope. Not going there. You’ll just have to starve.”
I advance on her, and she backs up till she bumps into the bed. “Are you certain you don’t want me to lick you till you beg me to stop? Because that’s what I’ll do, Goldie. I’ll lick you and fuck you with my tongue until you’re desperate to know my name so you can scream it out.”
She swallows hard, her gaze flicking to my mouth and then back to my eyes. “I, um … I …” She lets out a sigh and shakes her head a little, as if trying to clear it. “No. I’m not going to …” She can’t seem to catch her breath. “To do that.”
I stare down at her, my heart thumping as I imagine what it would be like to kiss her, to taste her fully, to shove my cock so far inside her that we become one. But I don’t push her. Not yet.
“Suit yourself.” I step back and strip off my shirt, then reach for my pants.
“Wh-what are you doing?” There’s a nervous–but excited–trill in her voice.
“I’m going to shower.” I unbutton my pants and shuck them to the floor. My hard cock is pressing against my boxer briefs, and her eyes go right to it. “While I’m in there, I’m gonna think about your wet pussy and stroke myself until I come. Would you care to join me?”
Her mouth drops open in a pink ‘O’ that I could do all sorts of filthy things to, but then she shakes her head. “No way.”
“The invitation is open.” I pull off my boxer briefs and can’t help the surge of heat that rockets through me when she stares at my bare cock and darts her tongue to her lips.
I turn and stride to the shower, then step in and start doing exactly what I’d described to her. It feels good, especially when I imagine plunging into her again and again. I look up and catch her peeking at me from the bedroom. That’s all it takes to send me over, and I release all over the tiles, my body on a hair trigger. I hold her gaze as I come. After all, she brought me to this point. She’s the reason my head’s spinning.
When it’s over, I turn my back to her and begin to wash. It doesn’t take long for me to sense she’s left the bedroom.
I flip off the shower, jump out, and get dressed. She may have slipped away, but I won’t let her get far. Only back to whoever sent her in the first place. Once I settle that score, Goldie is mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.