Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
This door led to an outside deck with an infinity pool.
I stepped outside and realized that Gabriel’s place was built on the edge of a cliff. If I climbed over the glass walls surrounding the deck—which looked damn near impossible to do—I still would have to somehow climb down jagged rocks to get to the community gate where I hoped to get some help.
My spirits sank.
Defeated, I lowered to the ground. The stone was warm under my fingers.
Am I really stuck here?
I didn’t know how long I sat near the pool.
After a while, Dog appeared with Chinese food in gold and black cartons—lobster fried rice with stir-fried vegetables.
I ate, knowing that I needed the energy.
Hours later, the sky darkened and there was no sign of Gabriel. Still, I refused to go back into his condo.
Instead, I remained out on his pool deck and eventually fell asleep on the warm stone.
* * * * *
The next morning, I woke up, naked, and in that massive red bed.
“What?” Frantic, I sat up, yanked the covers over my bare breasts, and looked around the empty room. “How did I get in here, and who took my clothes?”
The door opened.
Gabriel stood in the doorway, appearing even more gorgeous than yesterday. His black silk pajamas hung low on his muscular waist, showing off a chiseled V. His hair was tussled as if he just finished having sex.
In his big hand, he held a small box wrapped in gold paper.
Gabriel curved his lips into that signature wicked smile. “Finally, you are up, and the games can begin.”
“Games?” I waved my hand. “Listen. I am not a—”
“I know.” Gabriel prowled my way. “You are an accountant.”
“Exactly.” I pointed at him. “Which means that I would be a really bad lay.”
He stopped next to the bed. Danger and sex radiated off him. “Why would you be bad?”
“Listen.” I scooted in the opposite direction. “I can’t even have orgasms with a guy, which is probably why it hasn’t been that important for me to date anymore.”
His wicked grin shifted to a devilish smirk. “So, there’s no man in your life?”
“Huh? No, but that’s not the focus.”
“It is to me. I don’t share—”
“Uh. Okay, but what I’m trying to say is—”
“You don’t cum at all?”
“Umm. . .well. . .I can make myself cum, but—”
“I would love to see that.” Hot lust filled his eyes. “And let’s make this clear, you will cum with me.”
I let out an exasperated breath. “Gabriel.”
A low groan left him. “Mmmm. Say my name again.”
I widened my eyes. “Can we get back to my saying I am horrible in bed?”
“What we should discuss is the price for these twelve days.”
“Twelve days?” I shook my head. “That is not happening. I have to help my father and check on my mother and—”
“I have men to take care of your tasks, but for these next twelve days your only job is to service me.”
I blinked.
He leaned his head to the side. “Do we understand each other?”
I sat there in shock.
Hunger rode his voice. “How much, Mariah?”
Unintentionally, I shivered in desire. His damn voice and that horny look in his eyes kept triggering sensual visceral reactions in my body.
“How much?”
Okay. This could be my out. Say some ungodly price.
My bottom lip quivered.
I cleared my throat. “A million dollars.”
He nodded. “Deal.”
What?
I tensed.
He licked his lips. “On the twelfth day, you will have the money in cash and inside of a briefcase.”
“A-are you serious?”
“I am always serious when it comes to money.” He reached over and handed me the gold-wrapped box. “This is our second day together. Here is a present.”
With shaking hands, I grabbed it. “O-kay. So. . .you know that I suck in bed and am not a professional. And. . .you are still going to pay me one million dollars at the end of twelve days?”
“Yes.”
“But. . .”
“Open the present, Mariah.”
I tore through the smooth gold paper and then lifted the small black box.
What is this?
At first I thought it might have been earrings. Then, I rummaged through my memories at the brothel and realized they were nipple clamps.
O-kay.
In fact, they were two shiny, platinum nipple clamps with a chain of multicolored gems between them.
Gabriel’s deep voice slipped along my skin. “Pull down the blanket. I want to see those beautiful, full breasts again.”
Again?
I swallowed.
So. . .he was the one who undressed me.
I let go of the blanket. It fell away, exposing my breasts. Cool air brushed against my nipples.
“Mmmm.”
Part of me enjoyed the way he gazed at them.
The other part shivered in fear.
Gabriel groaned. “Come here. I want to put my present on you.”
Am I going to do this? Well. . .do I have a choice? And. . .it is. . .a million fucking dollars.
Somehow, I built up the courage, grabbed the box with the clamps, and crawled over to him. My bare ass jiggled with the movement.