Daddy Morebucks by Normandie Alleman Read Free Book Online Page B

get you out of your lease and you won’t have to work at the restaurant anymore.”
    Her forehead creased. “I won’t? Why not?”
    “Because I will pay for your expenses.” He lifted his shoulder in a half shrug, tilting his head.
    “You mean be a kept woman. And what would I do all day?” The idea was slightly offensive, but considering her previous career, righteous indignation didn’t feel like the best response.
    “I don’t know. We’d think of something. How about go to school? How far did you get in high school?”
    That he’d used the term ‘we’ was not lost on her.
    “I have a high school diploma,” she huffed.
    “Good. Then you can attend college. What kind of grades did you have?”
    “Mostly B’s with a few A’s and C’s.”
    “Great.”
    “What if I don’t want to go to college?” A thundercloud settled on her face, her lips jutted out.
    “Then we’ll figure out something else for you to do.” He patted her on the knee. “I only want what’s best for you, Marley.”
    For some reason, she believed him.
    “Let me think about it.” She bit down on her bottom lip.
    He rose. “Of course. If you agree, you will be my sub. There will be rules. I’ll expect you to follow them. If you do not, there will be consequences.”
    She stared at him. Rules. Consequences. She hated rules and consequences. But maybe not so much when he came up with them…
    He pulled a phone out of his pants pocket and handed it to her. “Call me when you decide.”
    She stood up to take the phone. “For me?” Her voice squeaked.
    His eyes rolled toward the ceiling. “Yeah, it’s a real hassle not being able to get in touch with you. Feels like I need to hitch up my covered wagon to even speak with you. My phone number is in there. It has Internet as well. Knock yourself out.”
    “But…”
    He touched his index finger to her lips. “Just think about it.” He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear, “I think we could have lots of fun.”
    She became aware of the heat between her legs.
    Not trusting herself to speak, she nodded.
    He kissed her on the forehead, and left.
    Marley plopped down on the futon, her mind racing. James wanted her to live with him. Numerous questions popped into her head. Would she have her own room or would they sleep in separate beds? Would she be ‘on call’ for his sexual whims like a live-in prostitute or would she have a say in when she was available?
    Did any of that matter? From a practical perspective, this was like winning the lottery. He must have a cool pad. She’d have a nice place to live, her bills paid, time to do whatever she wanted. Live a life of leisure. Maybe go to school. Vast possibilities were in reach.
    College had never been an option for her. She needed money too badly. Now it was something to explore. The world was opening up to her.
    But there was something bothering her. A niggling doubt played in the back of her head.
    He was doing this because he liked playing with her. Naked playing. This wasn’t because he loved her, or really cared about her. This was about what she could do for him. An uncomfortable sinking began in her brain, inched lower and lower until it landed heavily in her stomach.
    That’s the way the world works. You don’t get something for nothing.
    A small, vulnerable part of her wished James wanted her for herself, not for her erotic skills or her willingness to spread her legs whenever he snapped his fingers.
    No sense crying over unrequited feelings. Not when an opportunity this rare stood before her. James didn’t know she had feelings for him. She’d do her best to treat this as a business transaction. Perhaps they could both get what they wanted.
    He could use her, but she’d use him too. There were way worse things in life than spending time playing with a handsome millionaire who paid your bills.
    Suddenly her feet didn’t hurt so badly anymore. The bath could wait. She kicked off her shoes and started to