“Go home and pack whatever things you want to bring with you when you move in with me. Don’t worry about packing clothes or bedding; just bring personal items that I can’t provide. Be at my house by 4 pm, and I’ll explain things better.”
He flipped over one of his business cards and wrote his address on the back.
My mind was doing backflips as I tried to process the 5-minute conversation that we’d just had. I shook my head slowly as I walked back to my desk to get my purse and lunch.
What had just happened? Was he actually going to pay me to be his live-in s*x toy? The thought of his arms around me as he filled my p***y made me ache with hunger.
I drove back to my apartment to gather my meager belongings: my laptop, some jewelry, a few books that I’d been reading, and my vibrator.
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