And like I agreed, I sat in his lap while he did the shit he had to do.

Chapter Nine

Whatever You Want

I walked into the huge garage, cars all around, some nothing but shells, some elevated on those greasy pole thingies with lights hanging from their undercarriages, some with hoods up.

But I was moving toward the middle where there was a large, elegant rug, graceful furniture and soft lighting.

All around there were homeys wearing jeans that hung so low, you could see their underwear and baseball caps that peaked high and the bills were off to the side.

Reclined on the couch was Vivica in an evening gown that looked like it was made of crystal.

Her tawny eyes came to me.

Hold the f**k on, she whispered.

I blinked.

Then I woke up and felt the unexplainably soft, sleek, cool silkiness of satin sheets surrounding me.

I opened my eyes and saw black satin and beyond, ivory walls, the sun shining through French windows I couldnt see.

Last night, Knight made calls, took calls, did shit at his desk, all with me in his lap, all without explaining any of it to me.

Then he took me out back where his Aston Martin was waiting and took me to his place, leading me directly to his room.

Couple more calls, babe, he muttered. Bed for you.

Then he kissed my forehead and sauntered out.

I examined the room, my head full, fear clashing with curiosity then I moved across it to the chests of drawers and opened some until I found Knights tees. I took the one off the top, went to his bathroom and found it was as opulent as the bedroom and decorated entirely in ivory. No color, not even black. Nothing. But every tile, gleaming fixture, light and accessory was fit for a king.

I had nothing to clean my face or moisturize and I didnt know if I should. Then I thought it would be uncool to get makeup on Knights sheets. So I undressed, pulled on his tee and used his handwash to do it.

Then I left the bedroom, smoothed my dress out on the back of his couch, lined my shoes up perfectly at the side, walked up the steps and slid into his bed.

The sheets. Divine.

Seriously.

Surprisingly with all that was happening, all Knight said, not surprisingly considering it was way late, my mind unjumbled and I fell almost immediately to sleep.

Now it was morning and I had a decision to make.

Before I could put my thoughts in order to do just that, an arm curled around my belly and I was pulled to my back.

Then Knight was on top of me.

On top of me!

I blinked up at him and before I could get out even a, Good morning, his mouth was on mine where he growled, Open for me.

My stomach dropped but my mouth opened.

Knight kissed me.

It was not a sweet good morning kiss. It was hungry, hard and his usual marauding. He ended it with my arms around him holding on tight like I was about to fall and I needed him to catch me.

His head moved back an inch and his eyes captured mine.

You agree? he asked, his voice thick at the same time still rough with sleep.

Amazing.

Oh God.

I needed to think and not with his hard, heavy, warm body crushing me to the bed, his hard, demanding kiss boggling my mind and his thick, rough, sexy voice doing a number on me.

Anya, you agree? he pushed.

Knight, I need

Gonna take you now, he cut me off. Right now, Anya, not waiting. Do you agree?

Please, I whispered.

You either get that you want it or you dont. Do you agree?

Knight.

Do you agree?

Oh God.

Yes, I breathed.

His eyes darkened immediately, pupils dilating so fast I was mesmerized and his face dipped so it was a breath away.

Thats what I wanna hear, baby.

Then his hands were in his tee starting to pull up.

I froze in panic and my arms went from around him so my fingers could curl around his wrists tight.

I need to tell you something, I stated quickly.

His eyes focused on me. What?

I didnt tell him what. I wasnt thinking. I was freaking out. I wanted him, was scared how much I did, I was scared of what having him meant and lastly, I was scared about what Id just agreed to.

Its important youre warned, I whispered.

What?

With the way you think you see me, you need to know before you find out.

His head jerked slightly, his eyes held mine intently and one of his hands twisted my fingers free and came up to curl around my neck.

Then he whispered, Baby, what?

My tummys round, I whispered back and he blinked.

Then he repeated, What?

I, um Im not perfect. I have a little Buddha belly.

He stared at me.

Stupidly, I kept talking. I run, do crunches, you know stuff like that. I do it regularly, I mean, as regularly as I can which kinda isnt regularly, regularly its just um somewhat regularly. But it doesnt go away. And, um I dont want you to be disappointed when you see because I think you see something in me and you need to know Im just me. Im not how you see me. Im not perfect.

He stared at me some more then he slid off to my side. Then he slid the covers down to my thighs.

Then, holding my eyes, he ordered quietly, Show me.

Oh God!

Uh you wont see. Im lying on my back and it

His hand still at my neck tensed and he repeated, Show me.

I pulled my lips between my teeth. Then I watched as his head dropped because my hands were at his tee pulling it up my belly and his eyes were trained there.

When the shirt was up to under my br**sts, his hand left my neck and went to rest warm and flat on my stomach but his eyes came back to me.

You get I picked those dresses, he stated.

Pardon? I asked.

Your dresses. I picked them.

Oh, I whispered.

Guessed the size, he went on.

Oh, I breathed.

Baby, his hand pressed lightly into my belly, I havent missed this.

Okay, all right.

Oh God.

Was this embarrassing? With the warm way he was looking at me, I couldnt tell.

Right, I said softly.

You are perfect. I wanted to f**k cut, first, Id wonder if I lost my f**kin mind not havin sweet and soft and all woman. Then, Id f**k cut. But I dont want cut. I want my c**k in a woman whos sweet, soft and his face got close, all woman.