I’d gotten all the way to the car before I realized I’d left my billfold in the pocket of that stupid jacket and gone back to retrieve it, and I sure was glad I did. Not only would I have the chance to gaze on the pro shop girl’s fine, firm tits a little longer, but as it turned out I was treated to a whole show.

She didn’t even see me watching as she found the money clip and flipped through the bills. Her eyes got wide and then even wider as she realized exactly what she was holding.

Twenty thousand, five hundred and twenty-two dollars.

You didn’t get to my position in life without knowing exactly how much money you had.

No doubt the girl had never seen that type of money before. She probably had no clue how her breath picked up, her breasts straining against her blouse with every breath she took.

It turned her on.

I could have watched her all day, although, as it was, my dick throbbed painfully, needing release.

And then I got lucky. Right before my eyes, her delicate, thin fingers peeled off at least half of the bills in the stack and shoved them into her bra.

Fuck.

I didn’t have to say anything. In fact, it would have been a whole fuck of a lot easier for me to have turned the other way and pretend I didn’t see a damn thing. And really, what did I care if the girl stole a few dollars? I certainly wouldn’t miss it. Besides, if she got caught, it was her ass on the line, not mine.

Her ass.

Damn. Her ass was like a ripe peach in that snug, short skirt. It was that ass that had caught my eye in the first place. I’d just happened to glance in the pro shop on my way out, and caught a glimpse of the sexy young thing who worked there. Normally, I would have dumped the loaner jacket with the doorman, but it gave me a good excuse to get a close-up look at her and her perky breasts.

And when opportunity strikes, I’d be a fool to pass it up. And I am most certainly not a fool.

Which was exactly why the second I saw her steal my money, I walked right in there and grabbed her arm.

Sure, it would have been easier for me to look the other way, but I’m a smart man, and smart men do not pass on these types of situations.

Besides, this little girl needed to be held accountable for her actions. That’s the only way she’d learn.

The thought of turning her sweet little ass over my knee, lifting that skirt and—

Jesus, Phillip—get a hold of yourself.

I took a deep breath and willed my cock to settle down. But the second I looked into her big brown eyes, widened in fright, it hardened up again.

Fuck.

“Phillip…I mean, Mr. Conrad.” Her voice shook, but to her credit she didn’t cry. She clamped her teeth together and swallowed hard. “I didn’t do—”

“Shut up. I saw you.” But that didn’t mean I didn’t want to see more. Because I did. More than I should. “And you’re not going to get away with it.”

“No. Please.”

I tried to take a step forward, but the girl stood her ground. I could have pulled her along easily, but then what? I didn’t really want to report her to management. Hell, I didn’t even like the management of this pretentious club. But I had to do something. I’d called her out.

“Please, what?”

“Please, Mr. Conrad. Don’t tell on me. I’ll give the money back. I’ll do it right now. I don’t even know why I—”

“Quiet,” I commanded. I needed her to shut up. Not because I didn’t want to hear her prattling on.

But because I did.

Fuck. Her voice was doing crazy things to me. Or maybe it was her helplessness. Or her begging. Or the fact that I, and I alone, could save her from the situation she was in. I couldn’t be sure. Hell, it was probably a goddamn combination of everything. Add in her round, perky breasts peeking out just a little from her button-up uniform top that was just a few buttons too low, and the way her ass looked…never mind her long, slim legs that were just dying to have my fingers run up them to disappear under that skirt to see whether she was just as turned on as I was.

Pull your shit together, Phillip.

The reality was, now that I had her, I didn’t know what the fuck to do with her. Well, not in any kind of decent sense. I took a long look at her. She was young. Really young. But I knew the club only hired girls over eighteen, so she couldn’t be too young. But she definitely had that wide-eyed, innocent thing going for her. She looked like a young doe caught in the glare of oncoming headlights. But she didn’t cry, which meant she was strong, even if she didn’t know it. Hell, at her age, there was so much she didn’t know about herself.

And you can be the one to teach her.

The thought took me off guard and my grip on her arm slipped just enough for her to pull away. She took a step back, but didn’t run. Her other hand rubbed at the arm I’d been clenching.

“I’ll give it back,” she said again. “The money. I’ll give it all back. I don’t even know why I did it. I just—”

“Why did you take it?”

Suddenly, that seemed like an important detail. Especially if it distracted me from the way her breasts strained against her blouse with every quick breath she took.

“Pardon?”

“You don’t really seem like the kind of girl who would steal. Plus, it had to be the first time, because there is no way you could have done something like that before and gotten away with it. Not here. So, why did you take it?” I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for her answer.

Smart girl, she didn’t hesitate when she told me the truth. “I need it to pay for school.” I could see the honesty in her eyes. She wore every emotion on her face; I liked that. “I just got my tuition bill, and I when I saw your…well, it’s just that I’m desperate and it was right there.”

School? She was smart.

“For a little girl smart enough to go to school, you made a pretty stupid choice today, didn’t you?” I glared down at her, chastising her until she looked at her feet. She must have been at least a foot shorter than me. “With one move, you could have just thrown it all away.”

That’s when her jaw began to tremble. She must have realized in that moment that I held her entire future in my hands. Her fate rested with me and whatever I was going to decide. To let her go or turn her in? I had the power to choose.

It was fucking intoxicating.

When she looked up again, there was the glisten of tears in the corners of her eyes. “Please, Mr. Conrad.” She bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying and my cock hardened again. “Don’t tell,” she pleaded. “I’ll do anything.”

Three short words. That’s all it took for the idea to crystallize in one sharp, perfect plan. But I made her wait. I made her stand there and look at me, waiting for the decision that would change her fate.

I drew out the silence. Not because I was unsure. Never. I’d built an empire on my decisions. No. I wanted her to squirm. I wanted her to breathe it in, the knowledge that she was at my mercy.

And that’s exactly what she did. When she could no longer look at me, she dropped her gaze one more time, this time noticing the bulge in my pants. Her head snapped up, her eyes wide with wonder and question, and that’s when I delivered the verdict.

“I won’t tell.” I chose my words carefully. Slow and measured. “I won’t report you to management. I won’t press charges and you can keep your job.” Relief flooded her face, but she was wary, too. She blinked hard, waiting for more. “On one condition.”

I waited. It took a few moments, but finally she asked, “What condition?”

“You’re mine. For one weekend.”

Her cheeks pinked, and her breath came fast. She glanced down again at my crotch and something that I hoped was lust pooled in her eyes.

“Yours?” The word was barely more than a whisper.

I nodded once, making my intention known. “It is clear to me you’ve never been taught any manners or that there are consequences for your actions.”

“But…a weekend…I—”

“Did I stutter?” I was losing patience. But maybe I hadn’t made myself fully clear. I reached out, dropping my fingers down the front of her top. I let my fingers trace the swell of her perfect tits, until they wrapped around what was mine. With my eyes locked on hers, I slowly drew up the money she’d stashed there and held it up. “And at the end of the weekend, you’ll get this back. Yes or no?”

Her eyes widened at the opportunity I presented. Not only was I going to let her go without reporting her, I would give her what had to be at least ten thousand dollars. All for one weekend with me.

“I’m just not sure I understand.”

“I think you understand just fine,” I said. “One weekend. Last chance.” God help me, I wanted her answer to be a yes. But she had to make the decision for herself.

She took a moment, but finally she looked up at me with those innocent brown eyes that this time held a flash of desire in their depths and uttered the words that damn near made me come on the spot. “Yes, Mr. Conrad.”