Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex) novel Chapter 54

6: Lia.

I exhale as I step out of the black SUV, smoothing the ruffles on my sky-blue, high-waist, school-girl skirt. I flip my hair as I look up at the black onyx building emblazoned with the words Hemsworth Holdings. I whip out a small mirror I always carry about with me and check my mascara, making sure my French-braided pigtails don't have any hair sticking out, and nod, satisfied with it.

“I can't take you enough for the ride,” I call out to the driver as he pulls away.

When there's a pedestrian break, I walk across the sidewalk toward the tall, imposing building. Where my presence has been gruffly requested.

Of course I have an idea why.

It's the email I sent from that burner account.

I can't believe my insane luck. Tristan really clicked on that link. I know him to be the strict disciplinarian who didnt trust the unknown, nor had any time for these little shenanigans no matter what. I was busy in the spa, thinking up a million other ways to get the website in his radar, when he called me.

I look up at the sky and see the heavens smiling down at me.

Judging by his steely tone on the phone, he has definitely seen my profile on the sugar babies website. I filled in an application to get featured on their sweltering hot corner last week, and my profile went live on the section last night. I've had over two-hundred friend requests, asking me for my contact, and offering to double the amount I needed for my tuition. I didn't read every single one of them because I wasn't planning on giving in to any one of those leeches. I have my big daddy in mind, so I won't give in to anything unless I fail at convincing Tristan to come for me. To give us what we both desperately need.

What we should've given ourselves a long time ago.

Please let him say yes and fuck me.

Please don't let him scold and throw me out without anything happening between us.

It has been two weeks since I had his hands on me and I feel like I'm empty, walking around like a zombie. I miss his touch, the scrape of his rough palms, and the gruff, manly rasp of his breath. I've lost count of the number of times I've spent sitting on my water closet with my legs spread open and two of my fingers stuffed in my clit, my eyes closed and my head thrown back in ecstasy as I replayed those moments in the kitchen when our lips met. Even now, walking through the air-conditioned lobby of his office building, heat pools up in between my legs as I think about how close we came to kissing.

Me, Lia, and Master Hemsworth.

Kissing.

Could you believe it? It'll be a dream come true. It'll mean progress.

The elevator arrives and I step inside amidst tall, solid trunks of black suits. I stifle a laugh as I look down at my appearance, shaking my head at how out of place I must seem. I stick out like blue butter icing, surrounded by businessmen my father's age. I face the wall to conceal my stuff nipples, remembering too late that I'm wearing a see-through blouse — the men are drawn like a bear to honey, their eyes roving over me hungrily. Two of them, hot, mighty, draw closer to me till I'm pressed into a corner of the elevator, my breath accelerated with nerves. Fear.

I need my big daddy.

I won't even try to deny it. I'm a flirt. Always enjoyed keeping men on their toes. No amount of interest rattles me. But only with stupid boys my age who I can easily throw off when they start craving more. I always warn them on time anyway, so they wouldn't blame me when they eventually fall for me.

I've never wanted more from them, or anyone.

I've only wanted more from one person only.

Tristan Hemsworth.

These men are older, bulky, and have a world of experience in their deeply- set, hard eyes. They've been with countless women of all ages and sizes, and are accustomed to getting what they want. My father has had guests like this over for brief business meetings or dinners sometimes. But I'm always careful not to be left alone with them. Not when they make their interest so blatantly obvious when no one is looking. It creeps me out.

I've got their full attention now, and it's unsettling. Four of them, I see in the mirrored wall. Their lips are curled in devious smirks. One of them starts unbuckling his belt, letting out a low maniacal chuckle — another about to hit the emergency stop button on the metal panel — The doors suddenly roll open. And just in time too.