Taboo (Erotica Collection)

The Dirty old man 2

He sat, and the old lady stood and said that he can hire me, that I'm what he needed and fulfill the requirements.

I got confused because I wasn't qualified, but I stayed silent.

The man sat in front of me and said nothing until she left.

When the door closed behind her, he asked, "Name?"

I said my name.

Then he asked about my age.

"20," I said.

He was a striking man despite his age. His features were sharp and well-defined, with a strong jawline, dark eyes, neatly styled hair, and an effortless confidence in the way he carried himself. There was something charming about him that made it difficult to look away. He had the kind of presence that naturally drew attention, and I could understand why people noticed him the moment he entered a room.

He was looking at me with dark eyes.

I know that look—lust.

I wasn't some naïve little girl. I wasn't innocent enough to misunderstand the way a man looked at me.

I was the bitchest b***h in my university. I knew how a man looks when he wants you.

He said, “Follow me.”

I stood up and followed him.

The house was minimalistic, with clean lines, simple furniture, neutral colors, and almost no unnecessary decorations. Everything looked neat, modern, and carefully arranged.

He took me to a storage room where a uniform-like dress was hanging inside a package.

He picked it up and came closer to me. I could smell his cologne. It was so masculine that I suddenly felt a rush of attraction.

He pressed the dress against my chest and said, “Try this and show me how it fits.”

I nodded.

I thought he would leave the room, but he was still standing there.

“Can I have some privacy?” I asked.

He simply turned around, facing his back toward me.

I frowned but started changing.

When I put the dress on, I realized it was a very short mini frock with a plunging neckline my which barely covering my t*ts and so short that if I slightly bend forward it gives the perfect view of my ass.

It made me feel incredibly bold.

“Done,” I said with a smirk.

He turned toward me, and his eyes immediately darkened with desire.

His gaze lingered on me before meeting my eyes again.

I eagerly crossed my arms, teasing him without saying a word.

His jaw tightened, and his expression grew even more intense.

His eyes slowly traveled down before returning to my face.

“I’ll show you your room,” he said.

I stood up, thinking I was supposed to follow him, but he said, “Move. I’ll give you instructions.”

I understood what he wanted—a view of me from behind.

I smiled to myself and started walking, deliberately adding a little extra sway to my steps.

I heard him mutter, “Fuck.”

Then he said, “This is your room.”

Before I could enter, he gave me a playful slap on the backside that made me jump.

“Tomorrow. Six o’clock,” he said.

I nodded and went inside.

As I closed the door behind me, one thing had become painfully clear.

I wanted him..