Sold to Him

Shit. Could she get any sexier? I love a woman with an appetite. If she’s so greedy when it comes to food, then I can’t wait to get her into bed and give her a taste of my cock. Sensitive to the direction of my thoughts, it drools and twitches in my pants.

Yeah, I bet she’d love it too. But there’s time enough for that later.

“What else do you like to eat?” I get a crepe of my own and devour it while hungrily watching her lips close around another one.

“Um…” She carefully swallows before responding. “I love anything Nana makes—I mean, my grandmother.” A blush stains her cute, round cheeks. “Although we don’t have much, she loves to spoil me and my brother Mickey with sweet breakfasts. Her pancakes with berries and cream are the best I’ve ever had.”

“In my experience, grandmothers can make anything taste good,” I say, remembering my own departed Gran. “Is that who you live with? Your grandmother and brother?”

Panic shoots across her face for a second. “Um…”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” I give her the out she’s obviously looking for. There’s a story there, though. I can feel it.

Straight white teeth bite into her lower lip. “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you. It’s…it’s just…I dunno.” She stops with her fingers around a fourth crepe, then shrugs. “Yes, I live with my little brother Mickey and my grandmother Nana.”

With hesitation in her sweet voice, she tells me everything about her grandmother, her brother, and the parents who left them to struggle in the little apartment in the Bronx. Each word she speaks is casual, almost matter-of-fact, until she gets to the part about wanting to treat her grandmother to a good life because she rescued Trina and her brother from a life in foster care.

“I love my Nana so much,” Trina says softly. “There’s no way to pay her back for all the things she’s done for us. She’s the most incredible person, so strong and so giving. I want to be that for her now.”

My heart aches with sympathy for her. Because growing up in the lap of luxury, her story is not one I can relate to. My parents are exactly where I left them in their big retirement house up in Martha’s Vineyard with its five bedrooms and six car garage. Coming from all that and looking at Trina now, I can’t help but feel for her. She’s a girl I don’t want to see suffering even if I have no idea what that kind of suffering even looks like.

Get a grip, man! You just met her!

I ignore the warning voice in my head. It doesn’t matter that a few days ago I didn’t know Trina existed. The point is, she’s here now in my place. In my life. Warm and sexual and tempting, and oh so sweet. If I could bring her parents back from wherever they’ve gone and change her life for the better, I’d do it in a heartbeat.

She looks up at my face, and although I’m trying to appear sympathetic but neutral, something on my face must give away my feelings. Trina licks a glimmer of honey from her bottom lip.

“Grayson, I don’t want you to feel sorry for me or anything. It’s okay. What happened to my brother and me has already happened. That’s just life.” Trina shrugs. “Anyway, when I get the money from…from this, I’m going to take care of Mickey and Nana, and then I’m going college to study botany.” She bites her lower lip bashfully, making it look red and swollen and even more kissable. “I’ve always had a green thumb, and plants seem to grow when I’m around.”

She looks so adorable, so delicious.

Suddenly, I want to hear more. My heart thuds loudly under my custom-made suit, so sonorous I’m sure she can hear it. I’ve been in the Billionaires Club for years now and never really felt any kind of thrill. Yeah, the sex with the girls I got from the auction was pretty good, but having them in my life didn’t add anything meaningful. Instead, it was wham, bam, thank you ma’am, and not a second thought after they left.

But now, things are different. I want to actually know Trina. I want to know what makes her happy, sad, and angry. I want to help her brother and grandmother, if that gives her peace. I want her to enroll in college, if that’s what she wants.

But it’s too soon to say all that. To hide my sudden emotion, I take her hand and stroke a finger along her pale thumb. “It doesn’t look very green to me,” I say lightly in my deep voice.

She cracks a smile at my lame joke. “You know what I mean,” she says, but doesn’t pull her hand back away from mine. Her eyes flicker around the suite. “In fact, I could help you plant something, if you want. Something to make your room seem homier? It’s pretty bare the way it is.”