Chapter 28: Hendrix

Hendrix

I found her pout the entire way to our destination amusing.

In the past, that kind of behavior would have turned me off. Made me dump whatever woman I'd picked up for the night at the earliest possibility. But with her, with Beau, I couldn't do that. Would not.

And it had nothing to do with the contract that now connected us.

Pulling into the valet parking of the marina, I exited without a word and walked swiftly to her door.

A valet, no more than twenty, gaped at my car.

Won't deny that I was out to impress and lower her walls. After all, I did coerce her into this contract with less than honorable intentions.

Her pussy had made the negotiations for her. Fuck, I'd pay good money and will, just to have that tight little body under my control.

However, my nymph once again didn't fit into the mold I'd lumped her in. Beau took one look at my car and shrugged, didn't give a flying one about being picked up in an all-black Bugatti Veyron for dinner.

While our valet salivated, she