Free Deeper [The Underground 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Jenika Snow Page A

before six to handle business.”
    “Of course.” She knew the sarcasm was thick in her voice.
    “When you are finished, press this button and I will be alerted to come collect your tray.” He draped a linen napkin across the edge of the tub. “There is a letter from Master Wessen that I have laid on the divan in the bedroom when you are finished.”
    “Thank you.” He stopped right before he left and nodded his head in her direction.
    “My pleasure, miss.”
    The door shut behind him and she picked up her fork to start eating. She was a little irked that Tate would want her at his home for two weeks when he left every morning at the ass crack of dawn. What was the point of her staying here if he wasn’t even going to be here?
    She finished eating but didn’t ring the buzzer for Miles to come and collect her tray. She wasn’t used to having people wait on her hand and foot and she wasn’t going to start letting it happen while she was here. It just seemed wrong. Maybe it was because she had to do it daily at work, but she didn’t feel right having someone do simple tasks for her that she was capable of doing herself.
    She set the tray on the ground and got out. The bubbles slid down her body and she grabbed one of the thick towels that hung on the rack beside her. After drying off and putting on a pair of yoga pants and a T-shirt, she left the bathroom and went over to the divan. There was a creamy, thick envelope on the glossy top and she picked it up. Tate’s masculine scrawl was on the front, or at least she assumed it was his handwriting. Maybe he paid people to do that for him as well? Stella flipped the top open and pulled out the letter.
    Stella,
    As you have already noticed, I leave for work early. This is something that I can’t avoid, although since I only have fourteen short days with you I will try to rearrange my schedule so I can stay beside your lush little body.
    Her face heated at his comment on her body, and as if her body was a traitor, her nipples beaded and pressed against the thin material of her shirt. She had no doubt he wrote those things because he knew it would embarrass her. It seemed like something he would do.
    I should return early this evening and I’d like for you to attend dinner with me at a party for one of my associates. Be ready by six.
    Even in his letter he was a demanding asshole.
    I have left a package with Miles and he will bring it to you shortly. Wear your hair up tonight. And, Stella, I want you naked under the gown this evening.
    -Tate

Chapter Twelve
     
    Tate hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair. All he could think about today was Stella’s lush body, nude and smelling so sweet beside him this morning. It had been hell leaving the warmth of the sheets with her pressed up against him, but he knew thoughts like that were only going to lead him down a dangerous slope. His dick had been hard since he woke up and he didn’t see it going down anytime soon. Being with her, even if it had only been once so far, was throwing every other sexual experience he had out of the water. She was there to pleasure him any way he saw fit, yet he had gotten her a gown for tonight’s party and he still didn’t understand why. Well, he knew why. He wanted her on his arm, and not because her father owed him money. She was a gorgeous woman and last night had been incredible. Even now he could smell her skin, could picture her body pressed against his, and feel her pussy gripping his cock. He had been at half-mast all fucking day and adjusted himself for the hundredth time.
    He shut down his computer and grabbed his briefcase. It was only five, hours before he normally left his office at the club, but he had a prior engagement tonight and if he was being honest he wanted to get home and see Stella. Maybe if they had a little bit of time he could bend her over the bed and fuck her, just to get some of the tension out of his aching balls?
    His car was at the curb when he