It all started swarming my mind, leaving me standing at the window with the cell phone in my hands. I held it with open hands, as though it were a bomb ready to go off.
And in some ways, that’s exactly what it was...
One more message came through. I read it and all my senses were brought back to reality, but it was too late.
The message read - He knows. You die. Turn around.
As I turned, my ears picked up on the fact that the sound of running water was gone. My nose picked up on the fresh smell of soap. My eyes saw Jonathan standing with a towel around his waist. I noticed the droplets of water on his perfect body and when I looked up to his face, the annoyance and anger radiated through the entire hotel room.
“I told you...”
He stopped talking and looked into my hands.
“What’s that?”
“Jonathan... Mr. Black... it’s... Kellen...”
Jonathan took the phone from my hands and started reading. He looked up and beyond me, out the window. His finger scrolled as I tried my best to balance myself. I wanted to just pass out and then wake up on his private jet. I wanted it all to be a dream.
Jonathan’s eyes lit up at some messages and then he whispered them to me. The ones about killing him. About killing me.
When he finished, he placed the phone back into my hands.
“Isabella...”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I was scared. He said...”
“You’re going to help with Kellen,” Jonathan said. “Out of our comfort zone...”
“He’s going to kill us,” I said.
Jonathan smiled. “Isabella Grace... the text messages... I know who it is. And it’s not Kellen.”
The By His Command series only gets hotter with book seven: His Taste
Jonathan knows who the mysterious ‘K’ is... and it’s not Kellen.
Isabella Grace is now sent to test Kellen, pushing herself – and him – in ways she never thought possible. All for Jonathan Black’s enjoyment.
She can’t stop thinking about Kellen... about ‘K’... about Jonathan.
And in a wild twist, Isabella decides enough is enough, only to step back into a hotel room to find all her truths waiting...
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Have you read the newest bestselling series from Ana W. Fawkes?
Introducing… HOPELESS COMMAND…
The world of Aiden Delmaro and the innocent Elsie… plus her sexy roommate, ‘Wicked’.
*She is my temptation, as I am hers...*
Aiden Delmaro is indulging in what he knows best, money and women, when he spots a beautiful, innocent woman standing in the middle of the strip club. There's something about her that's captivating, different... and addicting.
*
Elsie is in the last place she thought she'd end up in. A strip club. And it is all thanks to her wild roommate. Wendy, "Wicked", is a stripper, and the complete opposite of Elsie.
Elsie sees Aiden staring intently at her and she instantly loses herself. He's everything she wants and he can give her everything she needs. But Aiden isn't just interested in sex or domination... he's interested in discovering how deep Elsie's sexual desires will go.
*
It begins in a strip club, but in a shocking twist, it doesn't end until Elsie's first day of work at her new job...
PREVIEW OF BOOK ONE – TEMPTATION:
I waited on the sidewalk, resisting the urge to pace. I couldn’t believe I just walked away from a man so brilliantly sexy, but how could I not? He was just messing around, playing games, probably trying to get a rise out of a woman like me.
I didn’t blame him for it, I blamed myself for becoming that kind of woman.
Even still, as I stood with the strip club to my back, knowing damn well I could have walked back inside, found Wendy, and maybe done something wild to drive Aiden Delmaro wild, I remained in place, waiting for a cab. That’s just my personality, the kind of person stuck in a routine which is nothing but a rut. And my rut was the future, and a vision of my life that could happen but most likely wouldn’t. The vision of a house, a husband, children all the things I considered normal… but for how long would I enjoy it if and when it came?
As regret started to gnaw its teeth into me, I shivered. Between the cool air and my burning body I needed to get as far away from the strip club as possible.
Three cabs – not one, not two, but three – drove right by me in glorious fashion, ignoring my request of their service and two of them stopped at a red light a block away. I thought about running after the second cab when I saw the red light but before I could take a step, the light turned green and the vehicle started to move.
Shit.
At this rate, I’d never get home. I’d never get a bath, with candlelight, and I’d never get my good night of sleep for my first day on the new job.
Shit.
“The cabs are horrible in this area.”
I turned to smile, out of courtesy to the person behind me and as I did, my mind registered the voice.
I knew that voice.
It was too late to cancel my smile because by the time my mind put the voice to a face I was staring at that face.
Aiden’s face.
“Oh. You.”
“Oh. Me.”
I turned back around and stepped into the road. A desperate attempt to catch a cab for sure. Or better yet, a cab could hit me and then I’d get a ride to the hospital and then home.
Win-win.
Shit.
Aiden stepped with me and now stood next to me.
“I think it’s the strip club that does it,” he said. He was so calm, acting as though nothing happened in the club. “You know, the atmosphere.”
“Naked women?” I asked. “Wouldn’t most cab drivers…”
“Not that,” Aiden said. “Drunk men – and women – stumbling around, three seconds away from throwing up. Fights. Slurring. The remains of what was a good night. Not to mention, the cab drivers get to pick up the trash and don’t get to see the beautiful women inside.”
Beautiful women.
“However,” Aiden continued, “not many are quite as beautiful as you.”
His hand was on the move again, this time sliding into my hand. I whimpered, hoping I could hide the sound, but when I saw Aiden smile again, I figured I was caught.
“So you have a car?” I asked.
“Plenty of them,” Aiden said. “But I won’t drink and drive. I don’t make bad choices.”
His head slowly turned and his burning eyes caught mine. My body throbbed for him. I knew the bad choices comment had nothing to do with drinking and driving.
“I really have to get home,” I said. “I’m starting a new job tomorrow.”
“New job? And you came to the strip club to celebrate.”
“I already told you, I had to give my roommate…”
“Ah, here we are. Finally.”
Aiden may have cut me off but it was the sight before my eyes that kept me in silence. I watched as a sleek black limo appeared.
“I’m going to take you,” Aiden said. “Come. I won’t wait.”
His hand moved from my hand to my lower back. His movements were naturally smooth. He was a man who bled confidence and had not a single worry or care in the world. He walked to the limo and opened the door. He didn’t offer me a ride, he didn’t offer me to get in, he told me to do it.
He told me he was taking me home.
And his face was too sexy to deny. His eyes were beady and intense, like staring into the eyes of a hungry predator. A sexual predator, that’s what Aiden Delmaro was, but I still moved towards the limo.
I figured I would have at least looked back, one last time, and tried to convince myself otherwise. But it didn’t matter right then. I moved into the limo and slid across. I told myself I wouldn’t watch Aiden climb into the limo
, but I did. His size and demeanor was just amazing.
He took the seat across from me.
It was the last thing I needed or wanted, or at least that’s what I continued to repeat in my mind. I looked out the window and thought about my books at home. The books I planned on reading in a few minutes. By the time Aiden took me home it would only eat into a half hour, if that.
Things could have ended up much worse.
The limo started to move and Aiden touched his tie. He pulled at the knot and let out a long breath.
“Feels good to relax for a minute.”
“I’ll relax when I’m home.”
“Tell me your plans.”
I looked at Aiden and wanted to look mean or annoyed but I couldn’t. I knew I looked desperate, my cheeks a little flushed, my hands touching the seat, constantly moving. My nerves felt pinched and I was uncomfortable but yet comfortable at the same time. I felt comfortable with the fantasy of Aiden Delmaro. The idea of a hot stranger coming to me, wanting me, taking me away for a night (or life) of money and lust. I felt uncomfortable actually being in what could have been the fantasy.
“My plans?”
“Going home and going to bed? Is that it?”
The tone in Aiden’s voice egged me on. I resisted it and just nodded.
“I see,” he said. “A life ahead of you to live and you’re going to sleep it away. Live in a cloud.” He leaned forward and pointed at me. His tie dangled between his legs. I hated myself for looking. To be honest, I wished the tie wasn’t there… or his pants. I wanted to see more. “I bet you have the next ten years planned out perfectly, don’t you? Or at least in your eyes, it’s perfection.”
Aiden paused, waiting for my reaction. There was none. I simply ignored him. I needed to just ride this out a few more minutes and I’d be home.
When I didn’t react, Aiden sat back and loosened his tie some more. He pulled the knot down until the tie let loose. He pulled it from his neck and crumpled it into his big, strong hand and then tossed it at me.
I let the tie hit the seat next to me. My nose perked up, wanting to grab the tie and smell it. I wanted to memorize Aiden’s musky scent to keep for later use. Thinking about my body – touching myself or Aiden touching me – made my cheeks burn again.
“It’s time to live,” Aiden said. “But, then again, you came to the strip club to drop something off for your roommate.”
“Something she needed,” I said. “I’m a nice person.”
“That’s good. I’m generally not.”
I liked Aiden being stern and mean, but I knew I had to be careful. He could be dangerous. Plus, if I kept talking, I’d have more of a story to tell Wendy.
Think about that… I’d finally have a story to share with Wendy.
“Tell me your plans.” Aiden tapped the leather seat in the limo. “Right. Now.”
“Fine,” I said. “I’m going to take a hot bath. With candles around the tub. And relax. Then I’m going to bed.”
Aiden’s eyes opened wide. “Ah, so close… so, so close Elsie.”
When he said my name, my body flooded with a raging heat. I was soaked again, as I thought about all the different things I wanted Aiden to do to me.
“So close?”
“So close,” Aiden repeated. “There’s plenty after the candlelit hot bath.”
My cheeks were on fire, matching my body and my panties. “Oh…?”
Aiden pointed to himself. “Me.”
I tried to laugh but it came out as a whimper. “You’re coming home with me?”
Oh, how my thoughts went wild. I’d make Wendy so proud of me to have her come home and suffer through the sexual sounds of Aiden and myself going at it.
Aiden leaned forward again. He looked more annoyed than ever. He shook his head. He reached for me, touching my knee. My legs wanted to open, but I tried to fight it.
“Elsie… I’m not coming home with you tonight. You’re coming home with me.”
PREVIEW OF BOOK TWO – INDULGE:
I stood in the doorway and watched as she dressed. I adored perfect body. Her perfect face. The way she looked at herself in the mirror as she dressed, mastering the way she would stare at another man, luring him in with her deep stare and provocative smile. Her hips wiggled as she pulled up her jeans. When she stood, with her jeans unbuttoned, she looked like an erotic dream. Her tattoos were colorful pieces of her life, her own personal story to tell and share with those willing to pay.
She reached back behind and twisted the clasp of her bra.
I should have stopped her then, but I didn’t.
Her bra came off and my eyes were stuck on her breasts. They were fake but they were beautiful. With an amazing shape and size - and nipple piercings - it was no wonder she did so well at her job.
She found a red laced bra and threw it to her dresser. She stood again and looked at her chest in the mirror. She touched the bottom of her breasts and then cupped them. They were her products, as odd as it sounded.
And she was the one... the one who could help me...
“Hey,” I finally said.
She jumped and gasped for air. When she saw me and turned, her hands were at her sides. So used to being topless, it didn’t bother her one bit. I struggled to keep my eyes up at her face.
“What’s going on? Is everything okay?”
I bit my lip and nodded. “Yeah. I... I need a favor...”
“Of course,” she said. “Anything.”
I couldn’t believe what I was about to say. I’d thought about it a few times before, but only in joking. I always pictured myself being a little drunk and then having a little fun.
But this was serious.
This was, in certain ways, business.
“Elsie? What’s wrong?”
I looked at my roommate, Wicked, and smiled. “I need you to teach me how to strip...”
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