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  When I got home, I slept like the dead, in spite of how keyed up I'd been with Rock Weldon.

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  Loud pounding on my apartment door exploded into my consciousness. I groaned, my hangover evident. I'd had more wine than I thought, and then there was Rock Weldon...

  “Oh my god. Rock Weldon.” I leapt out of bed, frantically searching for anything to put on. Cotton shorts and a t-shirt were it. “It can't be him,” I murmured.

  Another knock came.

  I ran to the door as quietly as I could and looked out the peephole. Not Rock but a man and a limousine in my driveway.

  This could not be happening. I gulped and eased the door open.

  “Ms. Pate?” The man smiled.

  “Yes?”

  “I'm Rob Forrester, a driver for Mr. Weldon.”

  I clung to the door to keep from falling down. “I see.”

  He smiled as if I were a bit slow. “He's here to fetch you. He's waiting in the limousine. He said to grab your keys and a few incidentals. Don't worry about clothing and come along.”

  I just stared at him.

  “Miss?”

  “Yes.” I looked at the limousine. I couldn't see anything through the tinted windows. Was Rock Weldon really in there?

  “Mr. Weldon doesn't like to be kept waiting.”

  “Oh, right.” I shut the door in Mr. Forrester's face and scurried through my small apartment. I grabbed an old suitcase and threw a toothbrush, makeup, and a few sets of clothing in it.

  I just couldn't leave with nothing to wear. After all, I had no idea where I was going. I punched in Alma's number on my phone, praying she'd pick up at work.

  “Hey!”

  “Alma, can't talk now. Will you check on the apartment for me in a few days if I need you to?”

  “Sure. Is everything okay?”

  “Just fine.”

  “You sound flustered.”

  “I am, but I'm okay.”

  “Alright. Take care of yourself where ever you're going. And call me one way or the other. I'm worried about you after last night. You're acting so strangely.” Alma sighed.

  “I'm fine. Really. I'll call you soon.” I pressed end and slid my feet into my flipflops.

  Here goes nothing.

  I opened the front door. Mr. Forrester was still waiting.

  “Right this way, Miss.” He grinned at me, took my suitcase, and led me down the steps and opened the back door of the limo.

  “Glad you decided to come, Lacey.” Rock's voice was hard.

  “Yes.” I cleared my throat and climbed inside. He was sitting all the way over to the left of the vehicle, his face turned away.

  “Ugly city, isn't it?” He didn't wait for me to answer. “That's why I'm not sticking around.”

  I said nothing, wondering what he was talking about. I didn't find San Francisco ugly at all and wondered why he'd say such a thing.

  “You may speak now, you know.”

  I said nothing. Tears threatened. What was I doing?

  “Lacey, I'm not harsh, but I do demand that a job is done well if you take it. Here are the terms if you agree on a formal acceptance of the position as my personal bookkeeper at Regal Industries.”

  I found my voice. I didn't want to be pushed around, handsome billionaire who wanted me, or not. “Let's hear them.”

  He grinned. “I like your style.” The smile faded, and he was all business again. “Number one. Our arrangement will last for a year. Number two. Your salary will be $100,000 per year.”

  I made a gurgling sound in my throat. What? Was he nuts? I didn't have enough experience for that.

  He held up a hand. “Hear me out. Number three. Your main job is to please me. That one's really important. It's the biggest thing in keeping your job.”

  I nodded, my palms slick. Three feet divided us in the backseat. It seemed like a gulf. I wanted to touch and taste him as he'd done to me the night before.

  “Number four. Whatever I tell you about business...or other things,” his gaze slid down my body, and I shivered, “stays private. No exceptions.”

  “I understand.”

  “Good.” He flashed ultra-white teeth at me and loosened his collar, unbuttoning the top button and yanking at his tie. The motion made heat prickle her spine.

  “I think I can do that.”

  He tipped his head. “There are a couple more requirements to the job.”

  “Oh.” I clasped my hands in my lap, hoping he wouldn't see them trembling.

  “Number five. Your job will be wherever I am. You're never to leave my side, not for the whole year. If I'm in a city, you're there, too. Your office will be next to or in my office, and you will work. Hard. For me.” He broke the words up like lashes from a whip. “That sort of thing, and I mean that very seriously.”

  “Okay.” That was a little odd. Control freak much?

  “Good. And the last one. We're going to Venice. We're leaving right now.”

  “As in Italy? For a year?” I sounded dumb even to myself, but I couldn't help it.

  “Yes, now.”

  “I need to do so many things.”

  He waved a hand, dismissing all my concerns. “It's now or never. Make your choice. You have a few minutes to decide. Other women would love this position, but I choose you, Lacey.”

  Indignation flared within me. Who did he think he was? At the same time, I was flattered.

  “Come over here.” He crooked a finger at me, and my body went tingly all over.

  I hesitated for only a minute. I was going with him. I might be insane, but who wouldn't make the choice I was going to in my situation?

  I slid over to him, just inches away. His scent made my head spin. I was reminded of things old and new and of warm places on dark nights.

  “Take your shirt off.”

  I bit my lip. “I can't do that.”

  “I need a bookkeeper, someone I can trust, Lacey. Is that you? Will you give yourself to me, reveal yourself to me?”

  “I don't know you.”

  “I understand that, but surely you know something of me at least from the papers. Faith is part of the deal.”

  I closed my eyes. “I don't know what to do.”

  “Yes. You do. You've already decided.”

  He pulled me to him. I watched him signal Mr. Forrester by pushing a button. The limo lurched onto the road.

  “Can he see us?” My lips were at his throat where he held me against him.

  “So what if he can, but the answer is no. Whatever I want to happen, I make happen, Lacey. You'll find that out.”

  “I suppose you think I'm just another person you can order around.” My voice shook.

  “Hardly.” He hugged me closer to him. My lips brushed his throat, and a buzz at the contact shot through me. He was like a drug.

  Rock grabbed a fistful of my hair, and I looked up at him. He crushed my mouth to his, but it wasn't at all painful. His lips were insistent. He nipped at my mouth and parted my lips with his teeth and tongue.

  “I don't do well not having a woman around, Lacey—a woman who understands my needs.”

  I moaned as he brushed my lips again with his, his hand against the small of my back.

  “What does bookkeeping really have to do with this?” I gasped out when he let my lips out of captivity.

  “More than I'd like it to.” His voice was grim, and he broke the embrace.

  “I'm sorry if I said the wrong thing.”

  He frowned and looked out the window. The city sped by us.

  We really were going to the airport and to Venice. I still couldn't believe it.

  “No apologizing. There are things going on in the business. Believe me. I need your hard work for me this year. Staying in control is very important to me.” The troubled look hadn't left his face when he turned back to me. I wondered if he meant more than just control in the boardroom. I knew that he did. His business life and private life were interconnected. He was a man interes
ted in power and maintaining it.

  I'd always been passive and had never engaged someone like him. Until now.

  My gaze rested on his lap. I could see his arousal, and I was burning up inside. I stared at him through my lashes.

  “Touch me, Lacey.”

  I didn't move.

  “You know what I mean. Let me have what I want.”

  Something inside me melted at those words, and I wanted nothing more than to give him what he wanted—whatever that was.

  I ran my hand against his trousers and the rigid rod there. He sucked in a breath.

  “Do it now. I need you.”

  The urgency in his voice propelled me on. I fumbled for the button on his pants, nervous. He took my hand and guided me. I pulled down his zipper, and his cock lay there for me under silken underpants.

  I squirmed against the seat, my own arousal already painful.

  “You never took your shirt off. Do it now.” His tone brooked no argument, his voice hoarse with need.

  Need of me.

  I took my hand away from his underwear and slowly took my shirt off, unable to meet his gaze. My breasts sprang free. I hadn't had time to get a bra. I hadn't even thought of it in the rush of things. I felt exposed and hot. My nipples pebbled as he studied them.

  “Look at me, Lacey. I want to see you look in my eyes—I can read you, you know?”

  I didn't answer, but I locked gazes with him, and the raw desire in his eyes made me shudder. I wondered if he could bring me to orgasm just with that look.

  I wanted him to touch me. My breasts ached for it.

  “Take off your shorts now. Leave your underwear on.”

  My hands shook as I complied with his command. I was glad I was wearing red lacy panties, one of my nicest pairs that only one other man had ever seen. They were already soaking wet.

  “Take it in your hands.”

  Heat rose to my cheeks at how forward he was. He didn't flinch as he said it.

  I wondered how many times he'd done this before, with how many women.

  “Trust me.”

  I nodded and pulled his underwear back, freeing his cock. In my meager experience, he was large. My hands shook.

  “Relax. I like you.” He tilted his head and grinned.

  That gave me courage. I leaned over him.

  “Put it between your tits.”

  I closed my eyes, feeling myself go red to the roots of my hair. I did what he asked, and he moaned.

  “That feels so good. I love your soft tits.”

  From seemingly out of nowhere, Rock drizzled oil on his cock.

  “Move up and down.” I did as he asked, letting my mouth and tongue just catch the top of his cock as my tits made a vise around his rigid dick. His cock slid between my breasts, over and over, and I moaned, my arousal painful.

  “Stop.”

  I let go of his cock, not wanting to.

  “Lie down. Put your head on my lap.” He spoke in short gasps, and I was pleased to see how I'd affected him. He was rock hard. I lay with my head near his cock and spread my body out along the seat.

  “Limos come in handy for this sort of thing,” he said and laughed.

  I laughed, too. Then he silenced me by tangling his fingers in my hair with a tenderness I couldn't believe was in a man like him. He played with it, wrapping it around his cock and stroking. Watching him do that almost drove me mad.

  “Your hair is so soft, Lacey. I'm going to come on your face.”

  “Yes.”

  “Touch yourself while I do.” He grabbed his cock firmly, and I whimpered, turning my head to flick my tongue against it once.

  I was putty in his hands.

  He stroked his cock up and down, staring deep into my eyes. I felt like he was seeing all of me, every last bit, including all my insecurities and failures.

  I told myself it was just foreplay. Nothing else.

  I swallowed at how far afield my hopes were already getting. That was dangerous territory with a man who could take what he wanted and then discard it. A man will billions of dollars had no need of a woman like me.

  As if reading my mind as he'd done earlier, he whispered, “touch your pussy. Make yourself come.”

  I closed my eyes, overwhelmed at the feeling I saw in his eyes, the desire that was all for me.

  He pumped his cock harder as I opened my eyes again and swirled my fingers over my clit, sighing as my own pleasure built. I imagined him inside of me, and my movements grew frenzied.

  “I love watching you.” He spoke in gasps. “I'm going to come. Are you ready? Come with me.” He wasn't making a request. He was commanding.

  I nodded. He released his seed on my face with a shout. At the feel of the salty, thick warmth on my lips, eyes, and cheeks, I cried out with my own climax, my pussy clenching over and over in waves.

  He looked down at me for a minute and smiled. “Well done.”

  I thought of how I must look with his cum on my face.

  “Let me wipe that for you. You're so gorgeous, Lacey.” He mopped my face gently with a fine, silk handkerchief he pulled out of his pocket. He'd never taken his shirt and sport coat off.

  “Thank you.”

  “I mean it. I hope you know that. You will know that by the time I'm done with you.” At this words, my stomach clenched.

  Done with me? I was beginning to think a year would never be long enough with him.

  “We just pulled up at the airport.” He threw the handkerchief in a little bag near his leg. “You have some new clothes there.” He pointed at a compartment in the middle of the row of seats in front of us.

  “Thanks.”

  “Hurry. We don't have much time.” His jaw clenched, and I sensed his mood had changed again.

  “I will.” I jerked the shorts and top on, and he dressed, too. The clothes fit me perfectly and were much nicer than anything I'd normally buy. I wondered how he'd known my size.

  Just as I was finished getting ready, his cell phone rang.

  He listened for a minute.

  “Yeah. Right. Well, I'll deal with it when I get to Venice. Don't call me again.” He barked the last sentence into the phone and jabbed a button.

  “Everything okay?”

  “Far from it, but you knew that already. Let's go to Venice.” He gave me a cold smile, and fear coiled in my belly. Would I survive this year with a man so sexy and volatile? Or was this all some kind of joke?

  I followed him out of the limo, ignoring every man but him. Venice, here we come.

  About the author: Thalia Frost writes erotic romance. Find out more at www.thaliafrost.com or Facebook: ThaliaFrost

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