Engaged To The Tycoon

Chapter 13

That couldn't possibly be a positive indicator in any way, shape, or form. Despite this, I did not withdraw my hand from yours. I was drenched and slippery as a result of the depth of his voice.

I responded by saying, "I went to see a lawyer today."

I was surprised to hear silence on the other end of the line for a fraction of a second longer than I had anticipated. "Good," he said. "I'm glad. When signing legal documents, you should do it in the presence of legal advice.

Yeah. And she told me that we should get married if we enjoyed ourselves sexually. While I was on the phone, my middle finger was circling my c**t in a way that suggested it was considering how much it could get away with doing so. “Uh-huh. Anyway, I want to make a couple adjustments to this."

This time, the duration of the silence on the other end was significantly longer than I had anticipated. A few more fingers were added to the first one. At long last, I heard a rustling sound, and I could clearly make out his sigh. "We should meet."

That was something I hadn't anticipated at all, despite the fact that I probably ought to have. “Okay. At your place of business?"

"No," he responded. "Lunch will be ready in a few minutes. It would be good to get together for lunch."

My ever-moving hand came to a stop, and the level of tension in my nerves flew through the sky. "Uh. Okay. Where?”

When he spoke to me this time, I could make out the grin on his face via his voice, which made me feel even more uneasy. "I'll have a car come pick you up," the person said.

"What kind of clothes should I wear! I started to say something, but he cut the line before I could finish.

I was staring at the phone that I was holding in my hand. I called his number again as quickly as I could, but it went straight to his voice mail.

My thoughts immediately went to the agreement that was currently resting on the end table in the living room. All of that nonsense about being submissive... he was actually acting that way, wasn't he? He was attempting to demonstrate to me how much power he actually possessed.

“Ass!” I stated it out loud, but if anyone had been listening, they probably wouldn't have been able to determine if I was referring to Waters as an ass or if I was just making a general observation about the scenario. It may be either.

I rushed up from my seat and stripped off my towel and robe before continuing.

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Silva Bryan was aware of my home location.

I mean, of course he did; it was right there on his stupid contract, but the fact that a fancy-ass car — black, of course — pulled up to my shabby apartment in my little low rent neighborhood served as a reminder that he knew where I lived. I mean, of course he did. Suddenly, my little shoebox didn't seem as secure and confined as it did before. The idea that he could undoubtedly locate me whenever he chose gave me the chills for reasons that I couldn't articulate, and I couldn't explain why.

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I inhaled deeply from my cigarette and c****d my head to the side.

When the driver that Waters had ordered to pick me up spotted me, to his credit, he simply gave a slight start and then continued on his way without further incident. However, that was sufficient. I knew I had done a good job.

Because I don't make it a habit to get dressed up and because I have to make my clothes last as long as possible when I buy them, it's a good thing that I still had some truly dreadful outfits from college after I graduated. The orange blouse, which I wore because it showed an inappropriately large amount of cleavage, was a terrible contrast to the small red skirt that I wore since it was so short. I completed the look with knee-high leather boots and some torn fishnets that were left over from the Halloween when I dressed up as Julie Kevin. I layered on blue eyeshadow as if it had been out of fashion since the 1980s. I hadn't had enough time to style my hair, so it was still hanging straight and wasn't a gorgeous frizzball like I'd wanted it to be, but I thought I looked fairly nice despite these flaws. For the purposes I have in mind anyway.

The driver regained his composure and unlocked the door. "Ma'am," he said. "I introduce myself as Julian. Please let me know if there is anything I can do for you."

I greeted him with a "thank you" before entering the building.

Even though the exterior of the car was already fairly great, the interior of the vehicle was even prettier than the exterior. My thighs were massaged by buttery leather seats even though I was wearing fishnets, and there was a small bar built into the seats in front of me. It appeared to be saying, "Look at me." I am exquisite and crafted from genuine wood.

"Do I have to pay extra to use the bar, or is it complimentary?" As we were pulling away from my apartment, I questioned the driver about the situation.

"Mr. Waters told me to tell you that you are free to do whatever you like, ma'am," I said. Julian appeared to have a colder demeanor, in contrast to Laura and Allan; however, that might have been due to the fact that I was dressed so casually. Aside from that, he was the epitome of politeness, but I could nearly feel him going through the events of Pretty Woman in his head and attempting to identify which scene he was in.

I suppose it wouldn't hurt to give myself a shot of anything to boost my confidence. I quickly opened the bar and chose a bottle at random from the shelf. Scotch. Of course.

Yuck.

I replaced it and then stared out the window in an attempt to appear calm. I was curious, so I said, "So, where are we going?"