Cynthia Dion: 

"Sure, let me know what you need," every time Mr. Holt left me money, I had some stashed away. I could get him a nice gift.

"I want something unique," he muttered, the passion and possessiveness in his gaze apparent in his eyes.

"You!" He said it in a rather rough voice.

"I already belong to you," I hesitantly replied, turning my head away. Just thinking about him and echoing his words made my cheeks turn red.

He said, drawing a charming smile on ...