My legs tremble as Gavin keeps me at his side and introduces me to one person after another. I’m not sure if I should be annoyed or not. On one hand he’s parading me around like a show pony, but at the same time he only wants everyone to know I belong to him. The worst part is that I want to belong to him.
I’d worn the dress to get at him, and maybe he was right about me getting off on making him lose his mind. Everyone always says how cool and collected Gavin is, yet somehow, I shatter that control. It makes me feel powerful.
Most men just want to get in my pants or for me to be some dirty secret. It helps wash away the guilt of conning money out of them. With Gavin, I don’t have that luxury. Everything I’ve seen of him so far is good. I keep telling myself he’s a job, but it’s a lie. I
