“Oh.” There is a moment of quick calculation. “Do you want to punish me for not being the one you wanted?” She gives me a coy smile, looking at me through thickly mascaraed eyelashes. “I can make it extra good for you, if you don’t make a big deal about last time.”
I watch the display, then make a snap decision. “On your hands and knees.”
Licking her lips, she does as I say.
“Crawl.”
She does, making sure to arch her back and hold my eyes to get me excited. It’s not a bad show, but I’m still not interested.
When she’s at my feet, I say, “Stop.”
She pauses.
I merely look at her. I’m seriously pissed off that this girl, who I did not ask for, was sent to appease me.
“Now I’m going to call Madame G. and tell her how disappointed I am that the girl I requested isn’t here.”
She snaps her head up. “But I’ll do anything you want. I’ll make you forget all about what didn’t happen on yo
ur birthday.” She wriggles her ass and spreads her thighs suggestively. “Please?”
“You do not possess a special magic cunt that can make me forget what happened before. All pussies are the same,” I say, intentionally crude.
“Then why do you want her?” she says. “Mine’s just as good as hers, right?”
No, not when it doesn’t do a thing for me. But I’ll be damned if I admit that to anyone, especially this girl.
“Look, she’s practically frigid. You really don’t want her. Now me…I’ll make it up to you and then some.”
The girl’s insult grates on my nerves. My birthday girl is anything but frigid…just for some reason unwilling to give in to what her body’s telling her to do. “But you’re boring.”
She pales like I just struck her. I pull out my phone to ream Madame G.
“Please, don’t call!” Caroline shrieks.
“Why shouldn’t I? I got dissatisfactory service.”
“Okay, look. I had my roommate sub for me because I couldn’t make it for your birthday.” The words tumble out in rapid succession. “Please. Madame G. doesn’t know.”
“Did your roommate know what she was signing up for?”
“Well, yeah…I sort of told her.”
I let the silence stretch. Sweat beads above Caroline’s upper lip. Her throat works, and she says, “Please. I’ll do anything. I won’t mind if you want to get rough or want to—”
I raise a finger. “What’s her name?”
“What?”
“Your roommate. Her name.”
“Annabelle.”
It’s like getting sucker punched. I inhale sharply. “What did you say?”
“Annabelle. Her name is Annabelle Key.”
Chapter Seven