Brylee awoke to the smell of bacon. She looked around and stretched. She didn't remember sleeping so soundly. She realized she'd gotten more sleep in the last few nights than the previous three weeks altogether.
"Hey, sleepyhead. Are you hungry?"
Brylee looked up and behind her to see Gage standing there, grinning and fully dressed. She smiled.
"I am hungry. Can I help with anything?" she asked and sat up and pushing the blanket off her lap.
"No, everything is done."
He held out a hand for her, which she took instantly. He led her to the dining room table.
"Wow, this will be the first time we've eaten here," she commented. He helped her move her seat up and then sat in his own to her left.
"This looks wonderful. You've made all the meals so far…"
He snorted. "A sandwich, two breakfasts, and popcorn."
"Yes, but I haven't done anything. Will you let me make you dinner some time?"
"I'd love for you to make dinner for me."
They ate in silence for a few minutes.
"I'm not sure you realize, but today is Monday, and I have to go to work."
Brylee set her fork on her plate. "No, I didn't think…"
Gage reached for her hand. "It's okay. It's been a big adjustment moving in here and quitting your job."
"Speaking of jobs, I would like to start to look—"
"No, baby. I don't want you to have a job. I need you close to me."
"You mean I'm going to work with you?"
He chuckled. "At least for a while. But I have a surprise."
"Really?"
"Darian is bringing Larkin to the office, and we've set it up that the two of you will go shopping, eat lunch, and go to a spa but come back to us in time for a late dinner."
"But, I really don't have to buy anything…"
"Listen. Larkin has her orders. She's going to help you buy a new wardrobe."
She gasped.
"But wait," he interrupted and held up a hand. "We knew you'd probably fight us on it, so we decided that Larkin will get punished if you don't come back to the office with what I asked."
Her mouth fell open. "What? That's not fair…"
He pulled her from her chair and into his lap. "I want this for you. Please let me do this for you."
"But the money…"
"Baby, I've got more money then I can spend in three lifetimes."
She didn't like the way it felt. He was giving her everything, and she was giving him nothing in return. There was no way he'd put up with it for very long.
She sagged against him. "Okay."
He chuckled. "You don't have to sound so enthused about it."
She giggled.
"There's something else I need to tell you."
Brylee sat up because of the wary tone of his voice.
"Baby, you're still a virgin."
She stared at him, not comprehending. "What?"
"That boy who hurt you, he didn't break through your hymen."
"You mean … you mean, I'm going to be able to give you my virginity?"
"Yes."
He smiled when she fell against him and sobbed, knowing they were happy tears.
"I'm so happy. I thought that boy had taken…"
"I know. But you're still intact."
She leaned back against him and sighed.
"You know what this means, right?"
She tilted her head up. "No, what?"
"I'll be the only man to know what it's like to be in your tight cunt. No other man will be able to touch what's mine."
"Oh…"
"Yeah, oh."
"I like the sound of that," she said.
"Good."
He lifted her from his lap and then stood. They both took the dishes to the sink and rinsed them.
"Let's go pick out what you're going to wear today."
He pulled her into his bathroom. "Hop into the shower. Don't let your hair get wet. We need to get you shampoo and conditioner today."
"I already have some."
"It's not good enough. I want you taken care of, and dollar-store shampoo isn't going to cut it."
She twisted her hair up into a knot.
"How does that stay that way?" he asked.
She smiled. "It won't for long. I have some clips somewhere. I'll look for them later."
She glanced at him when he started the shower.
"Get going. I'll go get your clothes."
Brylee unbuttoned her shirt, shrugged it off, and laid it on the counter. She stepped into the shower and quickly washed off. She was already out and drying herself when he got back.
"Wow, that was fast," he exclaimed.
He handed her a blouse and a pair of her nicer jeans. "Put these on."
"No, underwear?"
He shook his head. "Not today."
She pulled on her clothes and then let her hair down and brushed it quickly with a comb he handed her.
"You have beautiful hair."
She glanced at him in the mirror. "Thank you."
"Ready?"
"Yes."
He held out his hand. "Let's go."