What time is it please?

Karina

— Good morning, Miss Choi. — I hear a female voice call and I open the doors.
eyes slowly. — Mister Dark Elf asked me to wake you up and show you where you should have breakfast.
I sit up very quickly, which makes me almost vomit, and I need a few seconds to stabilize myself and to remember exactly where I am and what happened in that room.
— G-good morning... — I stammer to the woman who packed the purchases I made yesterday in the closet and I put my hand on my head, feeling how strange my hair felt after having it wet, but not washed with shampoo and conditioner. - What's your name again? I'm sorry for not remembering. — I give an awkward smile.
— I'm Nora, miss — she responds and I finally face the girl, just to notice how strange he looks at me. Then I realize that I'm wearing a long shirt that clearly isn't mine, on a bed that's been turned upside down.
Damn, Nora sure knows exactly what happened here!
- What time is it please? — I try to get her attention casually
for something else.
— It's ten in the morning, miss — he replies, in a formal tone and keeping an erect posture in his dark uniform, with his blue eyes reflecting the light that enters through the room's large window.
— My God, I have to work! — As much as since
I met Klaus and my world has turned upside down, I'm still a secretary at Former's law firm.
I try to jump out of bed to go to the bathroom, taking the sheet that covers a large part of me, so Nora doesn't see the bites that Klaus left on my body during the morning, but I can't because there's something heavy on top of the light fabric.
— This is Lava, Mr. Klaus's cat — he informs, as I notice in the big orange cat who won't let me take the blanket with me. Her fur is brindle with some white parts and she has her eyes closed, sleeping peacefully next to me.
— Does he have a cat?
— Yes, and he likes her a lot. Lava even has a collection of collars with precious stones in them.
I never imagined that man could have a pet, because honestly he's not the homebody type in the newspapers. However, my damn brain makes a point of remembering how careful he was with me this morning, bathing me and feeding me sandwiches, which means that Klaus would know how to take care of someone other than himself.
But then I notice that the diamond collar he gave me looks a lot like the one the orange cat has around her neck now, and I forget all the care he took for me.
That guy really treats me like I'm a pet.
— Yes, I imagine you really like her… — I murmur and give a way to take at least one of the sheets off the bed without the cat even making a move. She doesn't mind that I'm here and I could spend hours petting this bixano, if I weren't feeling a mix of very strange sensations right now. — Can you take me to where Klaus is? Just let me change my clothes.
— Don't change your clothes, miss! — She says suddenly and scares me. — Mr. Klaus asked him to continue using whatever was on his body, without adding any other pieces.

***

Feeling very uncomfortable with my legs and almost with my butt exposed, since the shirt is big, but not that big, I walk to the room where Klaus is waiting for me. Nora shows me the way silently, however, I don't know if I'm too paranoid, but I can almost feel that the woman is judging me with her sideways glances.
Maybe this girl, who must be around my age, has seen her boss bring too many women here and give her this same strange treatment.
Or perhaps she herself was one of those women…
The thought leaves me with a painful tightness in my chest, which I decide to pretend doesn't exist as I storm into the space before me, as soon as Nora opens the door and takes a step back.
— It's already ten in the morning and I had yesterday off, not today. I need to go to
desk! — I exclaim to the man sitting upright in a padded chair at the end of a large wooden table that doesn't look at all like someone who doesn't live with at least ten people.
- Good morning. — He gives me a very mischievous smile and
He watches as he walks closer into the large room with several windows, which let the morning light come in golden and abundant.
This place looks a lot like the dining room of the Dark Elf mansion, with lots of gold and wine spilling around here. — Good morning... — I babble, pulling the shirt down and keeping it in place.
as stretched as I can.
His eyes travel down my bare legs and he smiles even wider, showing his pointed canines, obviously pleased with what he sees.
— The bites look beautiful on you, it's a shame that in a few days they will disappear completely because of my saliva.
Klaus licked each of the bites he gave me, which made them almost completely disappear, however, they are still a little visible. I have some on my thighs, two on my breasts and one on each buttock. He gave me each one while sucking me over and over again, but he never penetrated me, even if I begged.
— Don't change the subject, I need to go to work!
— You don't work in that office anymore — he says simply.
What you mean? — I ask, with my cheeks warming and reddening. It's as if I could undress myself just with that feline look. — My assistant called them yesterday and told them that you will no longer be coming.
work there.
— You're kidding me, aren't you? — My voice even cracks.
Joking? — She arches her eyebrows. — No... I don't play like that,
I already told you that.
— Our contract is for a week, what do you expect me to do?
after? — I widen my eyes and sink my feet deeper into the soft carpet beneath me, determined not to get too close to him.
— I can get you a job that pays three times as much as that one, and I don't want you working there when I might need you for more than a week. — He shrugs in his snobbish way.
This horned guy has a lot more money than a person so full of himself should have.
— More than a week?
— The Persian who needs to meet you wasn't at dinner yesterday, so maybe we need to look for it a little. —His tone is cautious and tense.
suddenly, but I don't know if I could get information out of Klaus by being direct now.
— I just don't understand how you want me to seduce someone when you're pretending to have a relationship with me and yesterday we... — I can't finish the sentence, not with your irises starting to turn yellow.
— Unlike your males, we Persians do not expect women to females are virgins. A dominant Persian would really like to know that a woman left a male to be with him, and the more desired by others she is, the more he will fight and show her dominance — he explains and leaves me speechless. — I know... it's a little feral, but little by little you get used to it, sweetie. — He winks and places his hands on the table, showing me the black claws that crawled across my body yesterday.
My God in heaven, has the effect of the wine not worn off by now? That's why I'm so attracted to him?! But I feel fine, I'm not dizzy, and no part of me burns like fire.
— Will you keep me for more than a week then? This is a
job offer? — One part of me is screaming that I can only be crazy if I accept it, and the other part is screaming that I can only be crazy if I accept it.Do not accept. — How much do you want to pay?
— I like that you're a businesswoman... — He claps his hands. claws for some time on the table, a sound that makes me uneasy and makes me stretch my shirt even more. — How about thirty thousand for each additional week? This value is already stipulated in the contract.
I bite my lower lip and when he sees me nervous about his words, Klaus lets out a loud laugh that gives me goosebumps. He doesn't laugh much, but the very few times I've seen it so far, they've all been strangely electrifying.
— I want this in writing, the part about getting me a job later, and I want my cell phone now. You've been with him since before dinner and I need to talk to my best friend and my mom.
— I'll get everything in writing and your cell phone is right here. - Strip a device in my pocket that is obviously not my old cell phone, which is almost six years old and is falling apart.
— That's not my cell phone. — I shake my head.
— Now, I bought you a new one, one that actually works if we need to talk. Everything of yours is in here.
— You can't touch my cell phone without my permission and still Give her a collar like your cat!
—You met Lava, then? — Becomes interested and even straightens up in your
seat. — She liked you, you were sleeping heavily next to her the last time I looked.
So he didn't really sleep next to me...
- Do not change the subject.
— I'm not changing and you seem very tense. Come here and I will come to you
help with this. — Klaus pats his thighs twice and waits. I'm left speechless by his audacity. — On my lap, Karina, now — he orders, as I don't move towards him.
Yes, I really am very tense. The things that happened this morning were not in my plans and it is embarrassing to feel that even with the wine, I know that I wanted each of those things. In fact… it was very strange, for the first time, to be able to ask for exactly what was on my mind without being afraid of being judged.
— You've got to be crazy if you think you're going to treat me like your pet. pet. We have a fake relationship and it doesn't make any sense for me to sit on your lap when no one is watching. — I cross my arms in front of my breasts and that's a big mistake of mine, because it draws your attention to my breasts underneath my shirt, where I'm not wearing a bra or panties, due to this crazy man's whims.
— Who said that because you are my temporary partner? Lie, I can't touch you? That would be a stupid rule. — He arches a thick eyebrow, as if he were explaining something very obvious.
— This is not ethical. When people are faking a relationship, they must stay away from each other.
Or they could end up confusing everything, like I'm starting to do now.
— That doesn't work for me. — He licks his lower lip and makes mine skin will be filled with goose bumps. — And I don't care what is or isn't ethical and you should already know that... so come here, I'll give you your cell phone and I also have something for you.
— I… — I start to speak and lose my speech, as he stretches his hand on mine.
direction, waiting for it to touch.
— Do you want or don't you want to know what I have for you? — Move your fingers and wait.
I swear I don't know why I'm still trying to make sense of Klaus! — Why do you torture me so much? — I murmur and end up walking towards him,
who lifts me to sit on his two thighs and puts an arm around my waist, thus attaching me to his torso. It feels like I'm in a furnace, that man is so hot.
He doesn't answer me and just puts his cell phone and some sheets of paper in front of me.
— The contract for you to sign before we continue the day, then I will update with the part about getting you a job.
I take the papers and start going through the pages in deep agony. I need to read paragraph by paragraph to make sure he's not trying to buy my soul, however, if I do that I'll spend too much time on the lap of this man who smells really good and is breathing on my scalp.
— This isn't right... — I squint my eyes, finding things strangers much faster than I thought I would. — You didn't remove any of the clauses about bathing me, dressing me or… watching me while I touch myself.
— That's not necessary, since we've done practically all of this this year. dawn and you really liked it. — He raises his hand to my face, places his claws on my chin and drags it under my sensitive skin so unexpectedly that I let out a quick, shameful moan. —And you smell excited right now, should I put you on the table and have you for dessert?
— Stop with these jokes — I whisper, not trusting myself. to sound serious.
— I'm not kidding, now stop stalling and sign the contract. — He puts a gold pen in my hand and I feel something hard poke me in the ass.
Holy shit, I think I'm going to have a heart attack!
— Have you already paid the remaining fifteen thousand to finish buying the House? I ask, amazed that I can still think, given the circumstances.
— Yes, my assistant has already paid and sent the receipt to your email and in
In a few days the house will be in your name and that of your mother. Then sign — order
emphatically and Klaus's giant erection lodged right in my ass doesn't let me know what to do.
My body is almost short-circuiting, even more so when the man growls softly, which causes a vibration in his chest and reminds me that he's not really a man, much less an elf.
— Before I sign anything, I want to know who you are. I said no He was an elf and everyone at his family's dinner saluted that statue of a wolf with horns that is also on his chest tattoo. So I want to know exactly what I'm dealing with.
My time working at the law firm certainly served me a lot. I may be nervous, but I'm certainly not crazy about signing something with someone I don't even know the species.
— The wolf you saw at dinner is what you would popularly call a demon and he is my ancestor. — His words don't surprise me, because of the nickname “demon elf" that I've heard several times. — In fact, that is the bestial form of Persani, a gigantic wolf, almost like a werewolf. Without being transformed he would look like me . Tail, horns, long tongue…
—Y-you're a demon, then? — I even stutter nervously when talking about your tongue.
- Not exactly. Everything for the humans of old was the devil, even though in my culture there isn't even hell. — Suddenly Klaus puts me aside, letting me face him while he speaks, which makes me even more nervous. — Persani, the wolf that is on my chest, was the last king of a gigantic and magical race that became extinct many years ago called Vrunsni. The Vrunsni used to interact with humans and created beings like me, Persians. We look like them, but we can't transform into beasts and we don't have magic.
—Are you a half-breed, then? I ask and he gives a little nod.
the head.
I'm surprised I haven't run out of here yet.
— The Dark Elf family, unlike the other Persians, after a
Time decided to never have puppies with humans again and each marriage began to be calculated to be with another Persian from an equally pure family, this way we would remain as close to the Vrunsni as possible.
— I understand... — I say, trying to keep all the information that, with I'm sure they're not on any search engine.
— Now that you know, you can sign — he orders.
— Will you promise to find me a job even afterwards? — I raise my head and I look him in the eye, even more afraid of this contract.
— Is that what you're worried about now? — Klaus smiles again, which It's definitely a record.
Is he really happy that we kind of slept together this morning? Or am I just being a silly virgin because I think this guy hasn't had much better experiences than me?
— I wasn’t born with a silver spoon, I have to work instead of hanging around
chasing people and changing their cell phones without permission — I grumble and he tucks a strand of hair that falls into my face behind my ear in a very gentle and natural way. He makes my heart beat so fast I'm almost sure Klaus can hear it.
—If you don't believe me, just take away the diamond collar that
I gave you. She is all hers.
—I heard that-that some precious stones can be traced when criminals try to sell them — I speak, because that's what I do when I'm nervous, I speak desperately.
—Sign quickly, you smart female! — She exclaims in a good-humored tone, makes my fingers hug the pen and places it on the black line printed on the paper. — Okay — I murmur and sign at once, because I need the money. Just for that...
— Now eat, Karina. — Sticks what appears to be a piece of melon into the plate and puts the fork in front of my mouth. — Open it like this morning while you were sucking me.
I'm so startled by his malicious phrase that I look back up, where Klaus is staring at me with his eyes shining. My intimacy contracts and there is nothing around me other than him and his masculine smell, so good.
— Don't look at me like that... — he growls and my breathing becomes heavy. — We're going to be late for our appointment today if we keep getting excited.
Commitment? — I ask, looking away out of embarrassment.
— Let's go to the company where I should be the president, but where I left the my middle cousin being.
— Why did you leave? — I ask and he puts the melon in my mouth, which I chew slowly.
— I don't like being among other Persians, especially my own.
relatives.
Why? — I question as soon as I finish the melon, and he makes me eat it a piece of apple then.
— I think you've asked enough questions today. Eat soon, then
We will take a shower together and I will dress you.
— You won't do that. — I shake my head and get another piece of melon, which I have no choice but to eat as he practically puts his fork down my throat.
— Let's see if I won't... — he says and gives me another smile with fangs apparent.