To make my dream come true, I’ll do anything, even put up with an asshole like Leandros Kaplan. Four years, five tops and I’ll have enough money saved to fulfill my dreams of writing full time. I know lying to him to get the job is crazy and stupid. It’s as crazy and stupid as the requirement for his new assistant to be married. I’m not married, and I’m not like his past assistants, the ones who dropped sexual innuendo daily and then would hand him their underwear when he asked for reports. I’m a freaking virgin at thirty-one. I swear I never thought I would fall for him, it doesn’t matter that he’s a gorgeous Greek god billionaire, he’s also a jerk who takes pride in being ruthless and cold-blooded. He’s so out of my league we don’t even play the same game. He’s into dating double zero models. There’s no way he would ever be interested in a plus size like me. When he finds out I lied I’m not surprised he wants his pound of flesh, I’m surprised he wants it in the form of my flesh, naked for him. The retribution he demands is me, whenever, however, he wants my body. I’ll give it to him, everything he demands. He doesn’t want my heart or tears, only I can’t stop giving him both, and it’s slowly tearing me apart. Can he ever forgive me for lying or will that one lie be the end of us? 3/24 New Blurb:
me why you want to work for me.”
Blue eyes blink fast, her hands
tighten in her lap, her lips thin then the ice is back. “It’s a tie between the
salary and the opportunity of working for you.”
Her voice is cool, even. Her composure
in the face of my own inner unrest infuriates me, “Explain yourself.”
Alexandra Clark is looking through me,
no one has looked through me since Agatha. It incites violence within me. “I
would be lying if I didn’t say the money mattered. With the money I’ll be
making, things I didn’t think were possible will be.
“Then there’s working with you. Despite
what movies and books want to make out, becoming a billionaire isn’t something
that just happens. Thousands of people work hard and never make it. There’s an
extra something that takes a person from million to billion that can’t be
taught. There are people who would pay to
be where I will be, but it’s me who will be paid, and very well.”
Now, I am on an even keel. This is
what I am used to, my money being the draw. It is refreshing to have a person
admit money is what brings them to me. For ninety-nine-point-nine
percent of people I meet, women and men, my appeal is my money. Only they want
to pretend it’s something else. Begrudgingly, I give Alexa Clark another point,
in addition to all the others. “You will earn your money. I do not keep
banker’s hours, as you can see. While I will not expect you to work as many
hours as I do you will be expected to be available to me every day of the week,
to pick up when I call whatever you may be doing. Is that something you are
prepared for? To work for what you want? What are you working for, Ms. Clark?
What are your plans for your future?”
I am pleased the question throws her.
The ice melts for a moment. “I’m aware I’ll need to be available, and I’m willing to be.” A pause of hesitation.
“I want to be able to write full time
before I retire. That’s my plan for the future, working for you will make it
possible. I’ve completed three novels to date, with my fourth releasing in a
few months. My plan is after five years at this salary. I’ll be able to live
off what I’ve saved while I write full time.”
I am intrigued by her honesty. “What
have you written?”
“Historical fiction, set in
Interesting, I wonder if I have read
her before. I enjoy reading for relaxation
although I do not read as often as I would like. “I can understand someone
wanting to work with me if they were looking to start their own company, or
work for themselves. You write about Renaissance Italy what do you hope to
learn working for me?”
“My main characters are various
members of the Medici family. The Prince was written then, and it’s still as relevant now as it was then.”
The tart reply earns her a smile, I
have no control over. Her blue eyes glow in return. “You believe I would make a
good character study?”
Her head tilts ever so slightly, “I believe
I’ll never find anyone better to observe. I’ve never been able to pin down
Cosimo’s ambitious plans where he was always several steps ahead of everyone
else. I’d like to see it in action.”
“I do believe there is a whole chapter
on avoiding flatterers.”
“There’s flattery, and there’s fact.
You’re the one who must recognize one from the other. Because of course you’ve
read The Prince. Did you highlight it as well?” She responds with a quirk of
those soft, plump lips.
Walking Elizabeth Ward to the elevator, I am satisfied by her happiness and effusive thanks. Dmitri
owes me twenty dollars, I managed not only to hire her. I turned her from an
angry shrew into a purring contented kitten.
was pretty.” The words are spoken the moment the elevator closes and in
Italian. I have to be wrong about the jealousy I detect. Yet when I turn it is
clear on her face. Her blue eyes are a storm of emotion. “You got what you
wanted. You really liked her.”
am drawn to Alexa, I cannot look away from her. From seeing her every emotion
and desire on her beautiful face to the brilliant blue of her eyes. I hear her
breath catch as she leans back in the chair behind her desk. My hands go flat
on her desk to keep from reaching for her.
respond in English, there can be no chance of misunderstanding. “She is very pretty.” Alexa’s face tightens then
her eyes fall from mine. “I did get what
I wanted, I always get what I want. I got the best person for the job. That she
happens to be a very pretty woman as well means nothing to me. She is now an
employee, and I do not fuck employees. Ever.” Alexa inhales as sapphire blue
eyes catch and hold mine and my cock screams for her. “That is all I do. I fuck, Ms. Clark. No emotions, just pleasure. Long hours, of
complete and utter pleasure is all I
want from a woman. Only it is not enough for many women, they get greedy for
more than hours, they want days, weeks, months and several even want forever.
All I want are the hours.”
eyes are glittering sapphires, I want to see her naked in sapphires, a rope of
them at her neck, in her ears, between
her breasts. A long shuddering breath comes out of her, and I watch in painful fascination as her breasts sway. The ringing
phone snaps me out of the thick haze of desire. It reminds me where I am, and
who I’m talking to, at work to my employee, my married employee. Damn her for
making me forget.
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