Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
“I know.” How could he know my most intimate secrets? There’s no way. We didn’t know the same people, didn’t hang out in the same places, and I certainly never discussed my sex life with anyone here.
“You know what?” Was that my voice sounding like I’d swallowed a bloated frog?
“That you’re pure.” My mouth dropped open and a million questions went through my head. How was that even possible? It’s not like I’d filled out a box on the questionnaire when I applied for the job.
I got trapped by the look in his eyes and had to mentally shake myself out of it.
“This is not meant to influence your decision in anyway, I just have to.” He ran his fingers gently along my cheek. “So soft.” His hand disappeared as quickly as it appeared before he walked around behind his desk all business again.
My hand shook as I signed my name to the bottom line. I passed it back to him already having second thoughts. Not because I wasn’t melting at the thought of being the recipient of all that leashed hotness. But because I wasn’t sure I could live up to my end of the deal.
He rifled through the papers until he came to the last page where I’d signed and a red flush darkened his cheeks before he locked the contract away. “Good, let’s go.” I stood to follow him as he closed the middle button of his suit jacket. I didn’t ask go where. The contract I’d just signed said without question.
From the second I signed it was like I was transformed. Even before he touched me I was his. It was something in his presence, some kind of physical pull that made us lesser mortals feel they should be honored just to be touched by his shadow. That was overstating it a bit, but not much.
The rest of the day was spent, in a whirlwind of activity. I was transported in the back of his chauffeur driven car with him at my side from one location to the next. I’d never been to this side of town so I was in foreign territory and none of the people I met were known to me.
I was taken first to a salon that seemed not to be doing any business that day until I realized that Jonas had had the place closed down for the day. And so it was at the other places we visited. Whoa! Talk about the power of the dollar.
I was made to try on a whole catwalk worth of clothes. From business suits to lingerie and everything in between. The man thought of everything. I had no idea which ones were chosen since the heavily accented sales assistant didn’t ask for my opinion. All her questions were directed at the man himself who sat in a heavily brocaded arm chair taking in the show. Wordlessly of course.
“Pack everything up and send it here.” He passed her a card with what I guess was an address, before leading me out of the store. I’d left my old suit on the dressing room floor and was now wearing a smart evening dress. One of the last things I’d tried on.
My hair felt light and full as it bounced around my shoulders and down my back in layers. I’m no expert but I was pretty sure my hair had never been so well cared for. The stylist hadn’t taken off too much, just the dead ends that had been hanging on for dear life.
Someone else had worked on my makeup and I was now the proud owner of an expensive line of products that would’ve cost me a whole month’s pay, at my new pay grade.
With my new hair, expert makeup job and wearing a dress that looked like it had been tailored for me I felt worthy enough to walk next to him.
Dinner that first night was in a private room at an upscale restaurant that I’d seen photographed in a swanky magazine. It was one of those places that catered only to the rich and famous.
I don’t think I’d said more than two words in the hours since I left his office. Even sitting there like a pampered doll, I still wasn’t brave enough to broach a conversation. Where would I start?
Besides, I don’t think he would’ve appreciated the questions I had in mind. Like did he treat all his conquests this way? Yeah, I’m sure that would go over well.
“You’re very quiet and unassuming, I like that.” I lifted the glass of wine he’d poured to hide my nervousness but I don’t think it worked.
“Not too much of that, we have a long night ahead of us.” My eyes flew to his face. What did he mean? Was he…?
“Relax, it’s better to get it over and done with. The sooner I take your virginity the sooner you’d get over the fear of the unknown.” Well how was I supposed to choke down the Duck a l’orange he ordered after those words?