Free Training Tessa (Hot Texas Bosses BDSM Erotica) by Lyla Sinclair Page A

paycheck.
    Before I could say anything, he went still for a moment like he was thinking.
    “Hey, why don’t you spend the weekend with me? I’m ranch-sitting for Mason and it’s boring as hell out there.”
    “Ranch-sitting?”
    “Yeah, I don’t actually have to do anything. He has a foreman and ranch hands. He just feels better with me guarding the house. Leaves me all kinds of stupid instructions I ignore. He’s a control freak with trust issues, but he’s my brother.”
    “Yeah, I know what you mean.”
    “So?”
    “Well…”
    He shook his head in disbelief. “Are you actually having trouble deciding between me and a Wal-Mart parking lot? I must be losing my touch.”
    I laughed and realized this guy could really break my heart. Maybe I’d be safer in the parking lot.
    “If it will sweeten the pot, I do plan to make you my own personal sex slave for most of the weekend.”
    “That does sweeten the pot,” I said. I couldn’t resist grabbing his shirt and pulling him to me for a kiss.

 
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    I soaked in a giant tub in Mason’s ranch mansion or “ranchion,” as Dix called it, preparing to resume my duties as sex slave.
    I thought about what I’d said to him a couple of hours before and wondered if I’d screwed up royally.
    Was I being reasonable about all this or was I under-confident?
    It started at dinner. Dix wanted to take me to a fancy restaurant, so I got the nicest outfit I owned out of my trunk and changed. He held my hand in the car, at least when he wasn’t shifting gears on his red Porsche.
    I’d started settling into romance mode, with all the forever fantasies that go along with it.
    The first red flag for me was when we stopped by his penthouse apartment and he quickly changed into a dark suit and tie that looked like a thousand bucks and probably cost a lot more.
    Yet, he wore it so casually. That reminded me of the fact that he and Mason had been born millionaires and, from what I’d seen in the office, they had recently crossed over to billionaire status.
    I was painfully aware that I’d purchased my “fancy” print skirt at Target.
    Then, at the restaurant, I couldn’t kick the feeling that I was a menial receptionist out for dinner with her boss. Everyone else there seemed to glow and shimmer. I felt plain and cheap.
    The sweeter Dix was, the more I had to ask myself how this could possibly end well for me.
    He had a world full of women at his disposal. Sure, he might be one of those guys who enjoyed the process of falling in love—the endorphins and the hot sex and warm feelings, but soon another woman would catch his eye. I wasn’t foolish enough to believe I could compete in his world.
    And what if he didn’t wander off right away? What if we went all the way?
    I’d be the poor girl who married into money and didn’t know how to dress or act.
    I knew I looked pretty good by normal standards but I didn’t have any of the extreme hotness, or blingy-ness, or the attitude to be a trophy wife.
    The last year had been hard. My boyfriend of two years had dumped me, my mom had gotten worse, I’d lost my job… I needed life to feel simple for a while.
    Looking into Dixon Maddox’s eyes and listening to his voice, I knew if I let myself get carried away, this loss could be the hardest of all.
    So after dinner, as he took my hand in his and looked like he was about to say something that would yank my heart out of my chest, I had to stop him.
    I blurted out, “I’m really not ready for a relationship right now.”
    It was a stupid generic line women use to get rid of unwanted men. The words were at complete odds with what I felt toward Dix, and the reasons I was afraid to fall for him. But that’s what I said.
    “Okay,” he replied. His voice sounded completely casual, but his lips pressed tightly together and his jaw ticked.
    He released my hand and looked down at the candle on the table, adjusting it to the center.
    I wanted to joke that it looked