Tethered by M.L. Young Read Free Book Online

Can I come?” she asked as she dropped the tape measure and came over to me.
    “His movie set, and no, he said only I could come,” I said, which was a lie since he never said I couldn’t bring somebody, although I knew his ulterior motive for having me there.
    “Damn. Does he have any hot celebrity friends he could hook me up with? Oo, like Ron Harold or something!”
    “I don’t think so Morgan,” I said with a chuckle.
    “So are you going after class then?”
    “Not exactly . The only time he can is during the afternoon, so I’m going then.”
    “Wait, are you telling me the one girl on this campus who never skips any class even for a single solitary minute is going to bail out on her responsibilities to see a guy?”
    “Yes, and he’s not just any guy you know . Besides, I can be a little bad too you know,” I said, trying to convince her I wasn’t some Good Two-shoes.
    “You, bad ? Ha! Give me a break! You’re the sweetest and most straightlaced girl I’ve ever known. If you’re a bad girl then I’m secretly growing a tentacle out of my belly button.”
    Little did Morgan know that she must have been growing that tentacle because the Kurt Simmons bent me over his bed and spanked me hard. A good girl wouldn’t do anything like that. It was too bad she couldn’t know the truth.
    “Just be careful . I know how hard you can fall for guys, and this guy is probably just being nice to you. Not saying you aren’t pretty, cause you are, but you never hear of celebrities dating everyday people. It doesn’t happen, and I don’t want you to think it will now. Besides, you don’t want to end up on the front cover of some tabloid hanging out with him. It’ll only end badly.”
    “I’ll be safe , Morgan, you know that. Besides, I’m a good girl, remember?”
    •••
    I woke up promptly at seven in the morning on Thursday. Kurt said the car would pick me up around one, but I couldn’t help myself. I was beaming with excitement, and the very thought of sleeping in and missing my meeting with him was a possibility, albeit a rare one, I couldn’t chance happening. I pumped myself up with coffee and sugary sticks, which I was sure would keep me awake and there was no way my body could fail me and crawl back into bed to get the much-needed sleep I felt I was missing.
    Morgan was gone when I woke up, for Thursdays meant she had a seven fifteen class, and I was left pacing around the apartment and trying to think of what was going to occur today. Was he going to try and seduce me inside of his trailer? Maybe he had some whips and chains hidden underneath his makeup counter and his unassuming trailer would be turned into some sex-themed amusement park. He was a big star there, and I knew he could close the doors for ten minutes to slide his hard and meaty pole deep inside of me. If he couldn’t, I knew I could at least tease him enough to want to contact me again really soon.
    As one o’clock came near, I looked in the mirror about thirty times to make sure every part of my outfit was perfect. Black skirt, black tights, and a white polka-dotted shirt were all wrapped and draped over my body, with not even a single piece of lint or dust anywhere in sight. If I was going to do this, then I was going to do it right.
    I heard a car horn honking a few times over the course of two minutes before I finally looked out of the peephole and saw a taxi sitting right outside our door.
    “That’s weird,” I said.
    I opened the door, and the driver, a bald and dark older man, yelled to ask if I w as Chloe. I said I was, and he told me he was here to take me to the set. I was a bit shocked, for I was certain that Kurt was sending a car service, and not some off-yellow taxi. I grabbed my bag, locked the door, and nervously walked to the cab, before getting in and having the driver take off like a rocket before I could even buckle myself in. I hated riding in taxis, with the drivers acting as if we were kamikaze pilots in