Chapter Twenty
The first night of our arrangement, Holt seems irritated when he walks into the room. The lights are dimmed and I am seated on the edge of his bed, completely naked, with my hands folded primly in my lap, and my hair in two long braids I’ve carefully arranged to cover my n*****s.
“I expect you to be ready for me when I arrive.”
“I am ready,” I say after a confused beat.
His face hardens. “This isn’t New Haven,” he informs me. “This is an arrangement. No kissing, and I am not touching you more than necessary. That means it’s your job to make sure you’re ready to receive me when I walk into this room.”
I stay confused for another second or two. Until suddenly…I’m not.
And that is how I end up fingering myself again under his watchful gaze as he unbuttons his shirt and ta
