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It had been underwhelming, actually. I had kind of hoped that he was going to play with me again, like I was some sort of sex doll for him to use and enjoy. I hated that I craved his touch, but I did, and I wasn’t really sure what to do about that except keep going back for more.

He reminded me that I owed him money, which was true. He reminded me that I wanted information from him, which was also true. At the end of the day, though, I neither knew how much I still owed him nor the identity of my mysterious father. Locke had kissed me goodbye and sent me on my way, and told me to come back the next week.

It was kind of frustrating, actually. I was used to things happening quickly. In grad school, everything seemed to move fast. I was always writing papers, researching information, and talking with my professors. Every single class I took pushed me closer to my goal of graduating, and despite the fact that I was still a newer student, it felt like I was getting closer and closer to my goal all of the time.

“Weird,” Fawn said. “I wonder why he’s giving you busywork.”

“You don’t think he actually needs me there, huh?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I think it’s an excuse to have you close.”

“Why?”

“Well,” she shrugged. “He could have just as easily asked me to be his assistant. I live here, too, after all.”

“True,” I said.

It was hard to focus. No matter how I tried to study, my thoughts were consumed by Locke. It wasn’t a good thing. I knew that. It was bad. He wasn’t the type of guy I was going to fall in love with or marry. That wasn’t the type of person he was.

Nope.

Locke was the love ‘em and leave ‘em type of person, and I had a feeling that if I wasn’t careful, he was going to utterly destroy me.

So I had to be careful.

I finished studying with Fawn, and I went to my room. I laid in my bed for what felt like hours before I finally passed out. Then I woke up, grabbed my books, and started studying again. It was going to be a long week.

WHEN SATURDAY ROLLED around, I was ready to meet with Locke again. At least, I thought I was. I had prepared a spreadsheet that showed what I thought I was worth and how much I should have been making per hour. Statistically, based on the information I’d put together, it shouldn’t take more than a couple of weekends to make back the money I “owed” him.

I still wasn’t exactly buying that I was indebted to him except for the fact that he had something I now desperately wanted: information about my father.

When I knocked on the door to his office, I already knew what to expect. He called for me to enter, and I did, but I wasn’t expecting him to be standing on a sort of box in the center of the room with a tailor taking his measurements.

I definitely wasn’t expecting him to be in his underwear in the middle of the room.

He was wearing short, tiny black boxer briefs. Judging by the look, they were satin, and they looked very soft, and his cock looked very big. The bulge in the front was enough to make my mouth feel dry. What the hell had I just walked into? I was there to do some work for him. I wasn’t there to oogle the realtor.

“Good morning, Paige,” he said with a smile. “You’re early.” The tailor didn’t so much as look up from where he was measuring Locke’s body. I wondered what the hell he was making, and why their appointment had been so early on a Saturday. Surely Locke had other time in the middle of the week for shit like this. Had he scheduled the appointment at this time on purpose?

Had he wanted me to see him in his underwear?

“I’m not early,” I looked at my phone. “I’m right on time.”

Literally, to the minute.

“Oh,” he shrugged. “Well, good to see you today.”

It was very, very good to see Locke. The guy was sculpted. If I hadn’t been attracted to him before, I’d be done for now. I didn’t know how much time he spent at the gym, but it must have been a lot. How the hell did he run a real estate empire with that kind of body? I thought all of his time went to meetings and deals. Nope. Apparently, all of his time went to meal prepping and gym time. Who knew?

“What are you doing?” I asked carefully, looking at Locke. I tried not to gawk at the fact that he was standing in his underwear in the center of the room. I tried to ignore the fact that someone was taking his measurements and Locke was in his underwear.

In the middle of the room.

Shit.

I felt hot and overheated. My body seemed to feel like it was a good idea to start sweating, and that was just embarrassing. Why was I getting so sweaty? Why was that happening to me? Locke was in his underwear, and I was...

Well, I was hoping that the tailor would leave soon so I could drop to my knees, crawl over to Locke, and grab his boxers with my teeth. I wanted to tug down on them, pulling them to his ankles so his cock could be free. Then I wanted to lick him, sucking him. I wanted to give him the best fucking blowjob of his life. I wanted to make him fall apart. I wanted all of that, and then I wanted just a little bit more.



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