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She was nervous about telling him, thinking he would be upset but he had a right to know. "I'm not twenty-two, I'm only nineteen." She waited for him to explode, to rant but he didn't.
He got up and ran his hand through his hair as he started pacing back and forth. "Shit, nineteen, eight years younger than me. That's not so bad, you're still of legal age." He went and sat down next to her. "I'm glad you told me."
"You're not mad?" she asked.
"You're younger than I would have liked, but no, I'm not mad." He put his arms back around her, holding her close to him. "I promise I'll get you away from those bastards, let's go back to bed."
As she laid in his arms, she stared up at him. "I really am sorry about taking that money from your wallet. I have never stolen money before and I felt terrible about doing it. Can you forgive me?"
"I know you were just desperate so there's nothing to forgive."
The next day they spent inside, going out later to take a swim in the pool and later ordered room service.
"I wish we could stay here like this forever," she said that night after making love.
"Me too, but my life is back in Las Vegas," he said, holding her until she went to sleep. He stayed awake trying to think of what he was going to do to get her out of that business and away from those people. When he woke up she was still in his arms, he had always liked his space in bed but for some reason, he didn't mind having her sleep in his arms.
She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. "Morning," she said, her lips going to his neck she started kissing, moving down to his chest. With his hard, warm skin against hers, she got turned on, her core throbbing and pussy wet she climbed on top of him. "How soon do we have to get ready to catch our flight?"
"We have plenty of time for what you've got in mind," he said, and flipping her over onto her back he was now the one on top. "This will have to be quick," he said, not wasting any time getting inside her.
Once they were seated on the plane she leaned back and looked out the window. "I'm going to miss Italy." She turned to him. "I really do thank you for bringing me here. Everything was perfect, the people, the food, all of it."
"You were perfect," he said, taking her hand kissed it. "I've been thinking about your situation and a week isn't long enough to come up with a plan to get you away from those people. So I'm going to call the site and tell them I want to book you for another month."
"Kyle, I already told you they won't do that, they don't want the client and kitten bonding and getting close."
He rubbed his chin, trying to think of something else. "I got it, I'll have my friend Joe call and hire you for the month."
"You want me to be Joe's sex kitten?"
He grabbed her hand when she pulled away. "Not the way you think. I'll get him to book you and you'll still be with me, only they'll think you're with the new client. It will give me more time to figure things out."
"What makes you think he'll do it?"
"We're friends, once I explain what's going on he'll help us. Look, I don't want you to worry, everything is going to work out, I promise."
They were both tired by the time the plane landed and was glad to get back to his hotel. As soon as they walked in the front door to the lobby he was approached by a couple of his employees who wanted to talk with him.
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Cover made by JeniRaeD-----------Kyle Hicks, twenty-seven-year-old from Las Vegas, owner of one of the best hotel and casino could have any woman he wanted, but they all wanted more than sex, they wanted a ring on their finger and to be Mrs. Kyle Hi...