“So, I’ll bite.” As he asked me the question, he began to undo his belt. “I can tell you’re just itching to tear into me. What’s bothering you?”
Holy shit, was he planning on undressing in front of me? I could feel my cheeks burning and as much as I wanted to shift my gaze, I didn’t. I refused to give him the satisfaction. If he wanted to pull his whole damned whang out in front of me, then so be it. As long as I didn’t have to touch it.
Looking him square in the eye, I continued, “I would greatly appreciate it if the ladies you bring home at night would take with them all the undergarments, they brought with them.” Walking over to the nightstand, I gingerly dangled the red lace bra from my thumb and index finger.
He didn’t respond, but his smile did grow wider as he pulled his belt from the loops.
“Also - ”
“Oh, so there’s more…” Cocking a brow up at me he continued to grin.
“Also.” Not to be deterred from my tirade, I continued, “I want to discuss the used condoms.”
“Safe sex is very important.” He began unbuttoning the front of his pants. Wouldn’t what he was doing be considered sexual harassment? Shouldn’t he be scared of a lawsuit?
My mouth was open preparing for the rest of what I had to say, but as his fingers went for his fly, I froze.
“Go on. I’m curious to see what you have to say.” Pulling down his zipper, he hooked his thumbs into his belt loops and tugged down his trousers, leaving him in a pair of red boxer briefs.
It was taking every ounce of willpower not to let my gaze drop and sneak a peek at the package that was offered beneath his boxer briefs. What did he have to offer the women he brought home each night?
“I’ve found used condoms all over this room.” I waved my arms, frantically, around me. “All over!”
“Is that so?” His smile didn’t fade; if anything, it grew wider.
“Yes, quite frankly, it’s disgusting. You have emptied waste baskets in virtually every room of this place for a reason. I know they’re empty because I empty them… Every. Single. Day.” I jabbed my index finger in his direction with each word to ensure he got the point. “Would it be so much to ask for you to dispose of them properly?”
“You have my apologies, sometimes in the heat of the moment it ruins the mood to get up and throw out a condom properly when she’s waiting for a second round. Hampers the flow, you know.” His apology seemed far from sincere. “Afterwards, I will admit to sometimes forgetting.”
Whoa. Hold up. Wait. Was he serious? I’d never been with someone who could go twice in a row without a rest period. I couldn’t resist any longer – call it weakness – whatever. My gaze lowered to his groin. The bulge in his boxers was impressive. There’s no way he was flaccid right now. He had to at least be sporting a semi.
Had to…
“Seeing something you like?” he asked, breaking me from my pondering. Busted. Oh crap, if someone could die from embarrassment then I would have dropped dead right on the spot. Would that mean I was now the one who was the harasser?
“No. What?” I raked a hand through my hair. My gaze shifted so that I was staring at a painting of a landscape over his right shoulder and then out the window over his left. I looked everywhere but at him. Why couldn’t I have worked quicker and avoided all this hassle? I was fully within my allotted four-hour window, but still. Better yet, why couldn’t I just have kept my big mouth shut, finished my work and left?
“You didn’t.” He frowned, but it was a mocking frown. “Usually, it impresses. Maybe you just need the full effect to really judge for yourself.” He stepped over to his dresser and began rummaging through the drawers. With his back to me I was safe to get a good look at him from behind without him seeing me.
His shoulders were broad, but not body builder thick, just thick enough to have nice definition. Slowly my gaze lowered down his back and to his ass. Damn, he had a sweet ass. I could see the hard lines under the briefs that turned into thick and powerful thighs. He certainly would have the stamina to go round after round if the woman could handle it.
I wonder if he trims, shaves or just leave his pubic area as is?
Fuck, where did that thought come from? Work. I needed to just get back to work and pretend the whole encounter didn’t happen. I’d just ignore his presence and he’d ignore me and hopefully I’d never run into him again. Turning from him, I grabbed a pillow case and began to shove the first pillow into it. The anger I’d been harbouring before was long done, pushed out by my embarrassment.
“You’ve never had a one-night stand before?”
With a sigh, I turned back to face him. “This is a very inappropriate conversation, Mr. Townstead.” He owned a company, many companies in fact, so surely he knew the sexual harassment laws.
“I’m aware, but curious anyhow. Guess I’m willing to take the risk you won’t sue.” He was fully dressed again with a pair of grey training pants and t-shirt with the Under Armor logo on the front. He had a full gym on the first floor with state of the art equipment, I would assume that was where he was headed after he was finished having fun at my expense. With any luck he’d get bored of teasing me and be moving on sooner rather than later.
A part of me was going to refuse to answer as he had no right to ask such personal questions, but perhaps he needed to hear that not all women are willing to fall to the feet of a rich, good-looking man. “No, as a matter of fact, I’ve never.” Dropping the pillow onto the bed, I crossed my arms over my chest. “When I’m with a person, it’s not because of some physical release, it’s because I love and care for them. It’s called love making because it’s an expression of love between two people.”
He rolled his eyes. The bastard actually had the nerve to roll his eyes at me. “Love. Humph. Love has nothing to do with it. Love and sex doesn’t have to be one in the same, it’s a misconception.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“You’re telling me that you’ve never had sex with someone without loving them first?” He took several steps towards me.
I refused to back away, no way was he going to intimidate me, or whatever it was that he was attempting to accomplish. I stood straighter, lifting my chin and coming up to my full 5’3, nearly a foot shorter than him. “Maybe it’s a little hard for you to believe, but not everyone lives the way that you do. Some people have restraint, and don’t lead their lives led by their hormones. Not all women are like the ones who fall for your charm every night.” As soon as I said the words, I immediately regretted them. I needed this job and I was on the fast track to being fired if I didn’t backpedal, and quickly.
He clucked his tongue off the roof of his mouth, eyeing me. “Are you confident in that?”
“Very.”
He took another couple of steps towards me, stopping just a foot before me. He had gotten so close that I could faintly smell his cologne. I yearned to lean in closer and get a better sniff, to bask in the scent – a combination of woods and spice - but refrained. There was no way I was going to feed his overflowing ego.
“Then I propose a challenge to you,” he said with a twinkle in his eye that both alarmed and excited me.
“Okaaaay.”
“You live here. Stay here for a month and we’ll test the theory.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I get to fuck you every night for the next month. If by the time the month is over you’re not head over heels in love with me, then five-hundred thousand dollars will be deposited into your bank account.”
“Five hundred thousand?” I crunched my nose up at him, not sure if I was fully understanding what he was proposing. Was the man insane? He had to be, I couldn’t be hearing him right.
“Fine. You get five-hundred thousand upfront for participating in this little experiment. And another five-hundred grand at the end of the month.”
He had to be fucking with me. I mean, really, who in their right mind offered such a thing? Maybe he’d watch
ed Indecent Proposal too many times. Well, he wasn’t Robert Redford and I sure as hell wasn’t Demi Moore.
“You’re out of your mind? Or is it a hobby of yours to mess with the hired help?”
“I’m completely serious. You look at me as if I’m some womanizing low-life. I want to prove to you that sex can be enjoyed without that silly love stuff getting in the way. It’s nothing more than an activity two adults can indulge in.”
“And where does all this love stuff get involved in the equation?”
He grinned and gave me a wink. “Just an additional challenge for me.”
Mr. Townstead was serious. Holy shit, he really was. One million dollars; that would completely change the lives of both my daughter Isabella, and myself. My student loans would go away, I could finally buy a car that was dependable… maybe even a house for us to live in.
But the rub: I would be little more than a glorified prostitute. But, shit, there was so much I could do with that money. Isabella could get the things that she’d been asking for that I hadn’t been able to give to her. There was some sort of gaming system that all the kids were after, but I never had the money to get it for her. She was only five, but seemed to up to date on the latest gaming trends. And she’d never been on vacation – ever.
As I stared up at him, for the first time in my life I was speechless.
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Ménage
Two Times the Mountain Men
Her Untamed Rockstars
The Brother’s Next Door
Her Twin Stepbrothers
Strictly Research
Forbidden Indulgences
What Happens In Vegas… Doesn’t Always Stay There
Ride a Cowboy… or Two
Coffee Shop Series
The Cop and the Girl from the Coffee Shop
The Politician and the Girl from the Coffee Shop
The Assassin and the Girl from the Coffee Shop
The Bounty Hunter and the Girl from the Coffee Shop
The Firefighter and the Girl from the Coffee Shop
The Porn Star and the Girl from the Coffee Shop
The Tattoo Artist and the Girl from the Coffee Shop
The CEO and the Girl from the Coffee Shop
The CEO and the Girl from the Coffee shop 2: The Pleasure in Surrender
The Rockstar and the Girl from the Coffee Shop
The Rockstar and the Girl from the Coffee Shop 2: Under Pressure
Dark Romance
Trust
Faith
Freed
Obsessed
The Hitman’s Secret Love Child
Taming a Dark Heart
Secrets
Taboo
Her Stepbrother’s Secret Desires
Her Stepbrother, Her Hero
Behind the Mask
The Inheritance (Anything he Craves)
Swagger
His Special Christmas Gift
Seeking Prince Charming
Forbidden Series (Books 1 – 8)
The Rivalry Series (Books 1 – 3)
Contemporary Romance
Hold On To Me
Football Dad
Billionaire Playboy
Watching Over Her
Tamed By the Cowboy
Billionaires’ Club: Deceiving Him
Billionaires Club 2: Surrendering to Him
Failure to Stop
An Heir For the Billionaire
Her ‘What If’ Guy
Bought and Paid For
Erotica
Melting Point
Anything He Desires
Taken By the Team
Taken By the Marines
Hitching a Ride
Hitching a Ride 2: To Trust a Con
Conjugal Visits
Conjugal Visits 2: New Beginnings
Seduced While she Sleeps
Frat Party Partner Swap
Hers to Command
The Marines Naughty Neighbour
Seducing Blake
Doing Her for the Boss
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Alpha Male Romance: Girls from the Coffee Shop Boxed Set (Books 1-5)
Moan for Him (Complete Forbidden Series)
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Stepbrother’s Unbridled Passion Boxed Set
Behind Closed Doors
Naughty but Nice Bundle
Crossing the Line: Forbidden Love Boxed Set
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Our Little Secret (10 Story Taboo Boxed Set)
Red Hot and Taboo Boxed Set (8 Story bundle)
Pushing Boundaries: Dominant Male Boxed Set (8 story bundle)
Alpha Men in Authority Boxed Set
His to Control Boxed Set
Forbidden and Taboo Love Boxed Set
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