Page 26 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
“You’re doing great, Monique,” her teacher, Mrs. Sandoval, said with a kind smile as she handed her the corrected test back.
Monique glanced at the A marked in red on the top of the page. “Thanks.”
Mrs. Sandoval glanced around them as most of the other English as Second Language students focused on doing their assignment. Then, she turned closer to Monique, saying, “You know, the way you’re going, you may want to try to take the proficiency test before you planned.”
“Really?” Monique sat up straighter on the chair. “But if I fail and need to retake it, I have to pay the fee again, right?”
Mrs. Sandoval shrugged. “I guess it’s a risk you take. But honestly, I doubt you’ll fail to score a high enough grade to secure your place at that organization you mentioned.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.”
Monique clasped her pencil, moistening it with the sweat slicking her palm. Money was no longer a problem. With the stipend Zaine had given her for the first month they’d been together, she’d been able to send some money to her family in France and had more than enough left to support herself and pay extra fees for the test. If she left early though…she couldn’t expect him to pay her for a month if she’d be gone before he expected. Well, before she’d expected.
Think, Monique. Think. Why didn’t she feel like taking it? Because it meant she could get into the program sooner, and leave California—and Zaine a lot sooner. Her stomach sank to the floor, the idea squeezing around her neck like a poisonous, conniving snake. So what?
She really liked Zaine, but he didn’t feel anything for her other than pure sexual attraction. He had a hard time sharing stuff about himself, like she’d learned the previous week during that dinner with his sister and his friend.
Maybe she’d let fate decide. She’d take the test sooner, see how she performed and if it helped her secure the job she wanted. Her heart thumped wildly, and she shifted in her seat, reminding herself she was in a classroom and not on her daily jog. Crap. The simple fact the idea made her so nervous, made her body argue for common sense, should be enough of a red flag.
She’d begun caring for Zaine more than she’d intended, somewhere between spending all that time over at his house, making love with him, being the recipient of his passionate kisses and smiles.
It was high time she took control of the situation and her life again. She raised her hand to Mrs. Sandoval, who walked over. “Yes?”
“Where can I sign up for the test?” she asked.
Yep. She’d take the test as soon as possible, and after the class, she’d go to a sex shop she usually drove by on her way home. Plan to take control back in session.
Monique used the key Zaine had given her to enter his house. She’d been spending more time here than anywhere else, really. She usually drove over to her apartment to pick up more clothes or when her roommates summoned her to help on cleaning day, which she did even though she wasn’t around much to make any mess.
She found him in the kitchen putting a sandwich together. “Hey.”
He turned around. “Hey.”
She deposited the brown paper bag on the island and walked up to him.
“Are you all packed for Saturday?” he asked, reminding her they’d fly to Hawaii in two days.
“Yes,” she said. The new clothes he’d asked her to buy were neatly stacked in the luggage he’d been adamant about her using. She’d planned to use her own rather old and tattered suitcase, but he’d told her to use one of his many designer-label, Italian leather pieces.
But new clothes packed in a new suitcase couldn’t conceal the old baggage she carried. Sadness washed over her, knowing who she really was obviously didn’t make the cut for him. He wanted her to be more sophisticated, shinier, an object rather than a human being. He wanted her to be someone else. Even if she lived in LA for good, would they ever have a chance? No. Not without her having to compromise a whole lot to be Cavanaugh worthy. She shook her head. Take control.At least try.
“Good.” He pulled her into his embrace, smothering her with that crazy energy that pushed away any doubts or fears. He fused his lips with hers, and she wrapped her arms around him, loving the sense of safety and adoration that enveloped her whenever he was around. He slid his hand to the small of her back, sandwiching her between him and the island countertop.
“Zaine…”
He placed her on the marbled counter, intensifying his claim, his tongue stroking hers in relentless pursuit. Her pussy clenched with need, tingles surging through her.
Take control. Take control. She pushed his chest and broke the kiss, slipping off the counter before he had a chance to pull her against him again. “I’ve got something for us,” she said, reaching into the bag. The schoolgirl uniform and paddle were on the bottom, but somehow the setting didn’t seem right for that fantasy.
She reached for the tube of lubricant and used the tissue paper to hide the other contents. “I thought today we could do some fun touching,” she said, putting it on the counter. They hadn’t tried anal sex yet, but she wanted to warm him up—hell, warm them up—to the idea, and why not start now?
He lifted an eyebrow. “I’m all about fun.”
Groaning, he embraced her from behind, and she felt his powerful hard-on poking her. Take control. Take… “You’re a resourceful woman, Monique. Can’t say I don’t love that about you.”
The world seemed to spin around her, and her chest ached. What else did he love about her? He cupped her breasts, breathing into her ear, and her legs buckled as her control slipped away. Need pushed away her yearning for more than a casual fuck with Zaine. She wanted him to care for her, but she couldn’t deny the desire tugging low. And when he played with her taut nipples, everything went hazy.
Couldn’t she take the reins from him on a different day? Hell, she’d been so worried about having the upper hand in her life. What if with Zaine she simply let him take control for as long as they lasted? While he paid her and gave her a way to build the life she dreamed about? Was that so bad? Especially when the way he made her body thrum with hot, crazy cravings only he could satisfy?
