The Auction (Club Indulgence Duet, #1)(18)

His piercing gaze never leaves mine as he scrubs my feet. He asks, "Why were you late?"

"I came from my job."

"And where is that?"

My stomach flips. I'm not embarrassed by where I work, but Riggs is my father's partner. Surely he'll look down upon it?

"Just tell me the truth. Don't ever lie to me," he orders, as if he can read my thoughts.

"I'm a server at a place called Cheeks," I confess.

Riggs doesn't flinch. "The strip club?"

"Yes. You've been there?" I inquire.

"No."

"Oh," I say, suddenly feeling super exposed.

He glances at my foot, lowers it, and picks up the other one. He asks, "You're a server or stripper there?"

"Server. I just said server," I angrily answer.

"Easy," he says in a low voice.

"Don't judge other women or me for what we do to survive," I chastise.

His tone stays neutral. "Who said I was judging?"

I glare at him, crossing my arms over my chest under the bubbles, pointing out, "I know you'd never understand what it's like since you grew up with a silver spoon in your mouth, but there's a lot of hardworking people trying to make ends meet. It's not right to judge them."

He freezes. The washcloth stays pressed against my foot. He scowls. "I just told you I wasn't judging. And before you get all defensive, get your facts straight."

"My facts? About what?" I question.

He clenches his jaw and glances at the ceiling. He takes a few breaths, then returns to cleaning my foot. He releases it and pushes a bottle toward me. "Wash the makeup off your face."

His tone makes me think he doesn't approve of it. I ask, "Is there something wrong with my makeup?"

He studies me, then replies, "When did you start wearing so much?"

"It's not that much," I claim.

"No? Seems like a lot more than what you used to wear," he comments.

I pour the facewash in my hand, and note, "I'm on stage a lot."

His disapproval intensifies. He adds, "So? You don't need it."

My heart swoons. I don't doubt Riggs means what he stated. He isn't a bullshitter. It's one of the things that annoyed my father. He would declare Riggs needed to learn how to schmooze his friends better. Riggs would always claim otherwise.

I wash my face and rinse it with fresh water, then Riggs unplugs the bathtub, asserting, "Time for bed."

"Are you going to answer me about what facts I got wrong?" I push, not wanting him to ignore my inquiry.

He rises, reaches for my armpits, and lifts me to my feet. He moves me onto the mat, grabs a towel, and wraps it around my body.

"Riggs?" I demand.

He takes another towel, diligently dries me off, fists my hair, and tugs on it. I gasp as he positions his face over mine. In a no-nonsense voice, he claims, "It's bedtime. You need your rest."

"What about you? Don't you need rest?" I hurl.

"Sometimes."

"You don't sleep?"

"No more questions, pet." He spins me, leads me to the bedroom, pulls the covers back, and motions for me to get in.

I slide in, and he tugs the blankets over me. "Go to sleep," he orders, then disappears into the bathroom, and the sound of the shower hits my ears.

I fight the urge to sleep, and after several minutes, the glow of his naked body is next to the bed. Butterflies erupt in my belly and then I glance down and gape at the most beautiful cock I've ever seen.

It's long and girthy, complete with a perfectly smooth head that instantly makes my mouth water.

"Like what you see?" he arrogantly asks.

Embarrassed, I curl into the pillow, wondering what it would feel like to have Riggs inside me.

What if he doesn't fit?

Oh God!

"Open your eyes, pet," he demands in his commanding tone.

I obey, unable to defy him.

He pats the mattress. "On your knees, ass on your calves."

I swallow hard, my pulse kicking up several notches.

"Don't make me repeat it, or you'll be punished for the rest of the night," he threatens.

I obey, positioning my body as instructed. He steps in front of me, positioning his cock right in my face. My breath hitches. I glance up at him.

He reaches for my chin, caressing it with his thumb, stating with approval, "Good girl. You always wait for my directions, understand?"

I stay quiet, my chest rising and falling faster.

He commands, "Sit on your hands."

I arch my eyebrows at him.

He returns my stare with a challenging look.

I slide my palms under my ass.

He strokes my hair, tucking a few locks behind my ear, his erection in front of my face growing harder by the minute.

My mouth waters so much that I have to lick my lips.

"How many men have you been with, Blakely?"

I tear my gaze off his dick and stare at his six-pack, feeling super vulnerable. Nothing I've done with anyone has prepared me to be with Riggs. They're all boys compared to him.

He softly says, "Look at me and tell me."

I slowly glance up, admitting, "Three."