Anything He wants

I made a quick glance around the mansion. No one was around. My answer would remain private, and no one would know that I agreed to all of this. I took a deep breath, and turned to the courier. “I’ll go. Yes. I’ll go, where, when does he want me?”

“He will send a car for you at seven o’clock tonight to take you to restaurant of his choosing. Also, he has requested you wear this,” he stopped, and darted back to the black car that he had shown up in. Opening the door, he pulled out a dress. He brought it back to me, and presented it to me. I accepted it.

“I have to wear this?”

“Those are the terms of the engagement as he relegated them to me.”

The dress was ridiculously ornate and worth far more than anything else in my collection. It was pink and frilly. “What if it doesn’t fit?”

“It will fit.”

“How do you know?”

“Mr. Warren gained access to your father’s accounts as part of paying for his debt. This includes receipts with tailors used by your family over the past year. He had it sculpted to your exact measurements. It will fit.”

So much for privacy. “I guess that’s how he figured out my collecting of stuffed animals too.”

“Yes, the receipts for your purchases. He knows everything about you and likes what he sees.”

“I guess I’ll be ready at 7,” I said, looking at the dress. It really didn’t look like it would fit me, and it looked like it was designed for someone half my own age, but somehow still having my ample bosom. It was a really strange collision of design.

“Perfect. Mr. Warren will be quite pleased.”

“Do I need to tip you or something?” I was still looking over the gown.

“I am compensated more than well enough. Mr. Warren is a fine boss. Good Day, Ma’am.” The courier turned and walked away from me.

It was weird as hell. I had this new dress, I had this stupidly expensive new stuffie, and I had a date with someone it seemed I was willing to betray my own father for.

I had a date with Ty Warren.

As the weirdness of my encounter with the courier faded, that fact became more and more prevalent.

I had a date with Ty Warren. My first date. God, I hoped that I didn’t screw this up.

I was no stranger to having a personal driver. I was a stranger to riding with a dress so short that it would immediately show off my panties if I didn’t sit in a certain way.

The courier was right though. The dress fit. All too well, really. Were the eyes of Ty Warren on me longer than I really knew? The car pulled up to the restaurant, and the driver was quick to play classy chauffeur and grab the door for me, quicker than I could get settled and do it myself.

Restaurant Samuel. I didn’t know who this Samuel was but the way everyone was dressed told me that this was definitely the furthest thing from McDonalds that one could possibly imagine. The difference being while they wore black, white, brown, with the occasional red and blue, I was stepping out in something entirely different.

He was there, waiting. Ty Warren. His handsome body dressed in a black blazer, a white shirt. It all had it’s own style to it, though, not something you’d get off the rack at any place. He had his wealth and he was going to flaunt it, knowing it would take something special to show himself off to someone like me.

“Karen, my dear, you look so… pretty in that dress.”

It was an oddly immature word to use, like he was a polite relative rather than a date. And the dress wasn’t typically my style by any stretch. It was a bright pink, not even a subtle one, like one shade of intensity under calling it hot. Dragging behind my feet were frills, and lots of them. They were long, some of the fabric was see through and showed off my legs. They stopped just short of dragging on the floor, making the whole get up look slightly undersized. Ty approved though.

Boy, did Ty approve. He hooked his arm into mine and took me right past the line of people waiting to get in. “Restaurant Samuel is one of the most esteemed establishments in town. Reservations are commonly booked up months in advance.”

“Were you planning on taking me on a date back then?”

He walked up to the waiter, who was big enough to double as a bouncer.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Two, Timothy.”

“Right away, Mr. Warren.”

He led us in, and I glanced back at the line.

They were furious that we were simply able to cut ahead so easily. “No, my desire to have you is much younger than that. Pull the right strings, make the right investments though, and planning is just a hurdle you can bypass.”

I was led to a corner of the restaurant, near the stage. Ty pulled out the chair and offered it to me, and I gladly accepted it. I was still overwhelmed by him, the way he touched me, the way he was controlling me, guiding me through everything.

The waiter stepped up. “May I get you two some drinks?”

“Ah,” Ty said, “A glass of brandy for me, and a Shirley Temple for my little girl here.”

Little girl? I raised an eyebrow. Wasn’t he going to ask me what I wanted?

“And what may I get for you for your meal this evening?”

“A filet mignon. medium rare, asparagus with your finest sauce. That would be just right for her.”

The waiter nodded. “Yourself, sir?”

“Prime Colorado Lamb Duo Porterhouse, of course. Medium Rare as well.”

“Sir,” he said, scribbling it down and departing.

“Don’t I–” I started to speak.

He placed a finger up on my lips. “Karen, you will enjoy the selections I have made for you. You seem offended that I did you the honors.”

“I didn’t even get to see a menu.”

“You don’t need to worry yourself with such adult manners.”

“I’m eighteen-years-old. I can handle ordering off a menu. And a Shirley Temple?”

“Alcohol will spoil your youth. Never mind that you’re not even legally allowed to imbibe.”

“I wasn’t a peasant before this. Places like this one here? They wouldn’t card me if I asked for a vodka shot and told them to leave the bottle.”

He laughed. “Still throwing a fit like a child. I knew you would be perfect for what I desired.”

“What is this what you desire? What’s going on, Ty?” I was shaking my head. “Yeah, you’re attracted to me. But everything, the giant teddy bear, the dress, ordering for me just now, this isn’t typical. This isn’t how it goes in the movies.”

“Nothing ever goes like it does in the movies. Have you ever even been on a date before, my little Karen?”

I blushed, and turned my eyes away. “Well, yeah, of course.”

“It’s not nice to lie to Daddy.”

My eyebrow perked up again. “Daddy?”

“Karen, I am a man of great success. With this success comes getting what you want. When you always get what you want, you start to develop very specific tastes. You want something out of your woman, out of your lover.”

My interest was piqued when he mentioned the word ‘lover’. “Like what?”

“I want someone with enough of their childhood demeanor still alive, but is still a woman. You, Karen, are a woman. A shapely one that any man would love to have. Looking over your family’s finances though, you haven’t fully embraced growing up yet. A woman, yet still a little girl. You are perfect, Karen. Perfect to attend to, to take care of in every way imaginable.”

“Because I have a stuffed animal collection you think I’m going to just be your little girl?”

“You aren’t interested?”

I froze a second. I wasn’t fully sure what he was describing. I wasn’t completely filled in on every bit of subtext in his words. There was one thing that was perfectly clear, though.

It meant being with him. It meant being him in ways he would care for me, and caring for me in very adult ways. “I’m intrigued.”

“Then I will make you mine, Karen. You’re going to be my little girl, with everything that entails. My so very spoiled brat… that is what will make Daddy very happy.”

The food was brought out, along with the Shirley Temple.

I took a gulp of the drink – it was better than I expected, not even really knowing what a Shirley Temple was. Seemed to be a mix of fruit juices and soda. I could live with being restricted to this.

As I reached for the knife and fork for my food, he put up a finger. “Oh? What’s wrong?”

He reached across the table and pulled my plate over to him. “Let me get that for you.”

Ty took the knife from his side, and asked for my fork. I handed it over, again curious to where he was going with all of this.

Cutting into the meat, a little bit of juice escaped as he carved out a chunk of it. “Open wide, little girl.”

I obeyed, as he delivered the food right into my mouth. He let me savor it, licking up the meat and its juices, little it dribble down my throat.

Glancing across the table, I saw that smirk on his face. How delightfully twisted of him. I bit the meat off the fork and pulled my lips away, chewing it.

“Chew it up real well, little girl.”

It was as good as ‘Daddy’ promised. I wondered if the pleasures that would follow if I went with Ty Warren would be far more than simple culinary ones…?