by T. N. King
Jacob drove to the gate, maybe for the last time.
The gate lifted as he nodded to Hal, the night guard.
Jacob then drove away. He RAN away.
Chapter Eighteen
Jacob drove home and this time, when he got to his door, he paused.
What will I feel when I go in? I know what is was now, what it had been all along. The emotion I felt before. Loneliness. But not just for someone or anyone, lonely for Anna. For her to be here with him. He’d never wanted to have a woman actually stay here. He’d simply brought them here to fuck them. Yes, he would be nice about it, even feed them breakfast, but he never let them stay.
Shit! He leaned his head against the door with a sigh. He couldn’t deal with this. He might have a God damn heart attack. His heart had never been involved before. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t cover this. He couldn’t shelve it into the archives. He slowly tapped in his code into the alarm and the door clicked open. For the first time since he got this place, he didn’t feel glad to be home. He felt…He leaned his body back as he raised his clenched fists in the air and yelled, “Fuuuck!”
“Jacob?”
He froze. Jacob knew that voice.
He took a deep breath. Were his cheeks wet? He’d cried? Oh, man he was a doomed man. He’d never cried for real. Just once for a part and that had been hard to even do. He swiped at his cheeks and turned around.
Anna stood there and she looked a mess. A beautiful mess though. Hair mussed, glimmering blue gaze, a little smudge along her cheek.
She glared at him.
For some reason, he never expected this as he pulled his head back.
She stormed over and pushed him in through the door.
Stepping inside, he sucked in a deep surprised breath.
This shocked him to no end. He’d never seen her angry. Only as Eve and that hadn’t been real. He was at a total loss here. He didn’t do well with angry females. No…no way.
With a boom, she slammed the door behind her. “How dare you!” she seethed.
“What?” he asked stupidly. Yes, it was stupid to ask. He fucked her then dumped her and ran away like an asshole.
“You have no right!” She planted her hands on his chest and pushed him again.
He shook his head. “I can’t…I can’t.”
At his stammering, Anna paused and her expression softened. “You can’t what?”
“I can’t do this. I don’t know how to…” Crap, where were his lines, his words? He could talk his way in and out of anything he’d ever faced.
Her shoulders slumped. “You should let me decide if I am willing to—”
“NO!” he yelled.
She physically flinched at his shout.
Yes, she’d never heard him shout. Jacob Cooper, always reserved, always together. Tone low, feelings void. “I won’t ruin your career. Besides, how do you know I didn’t just fuck my maid and like fire her? Or that I…”
She shook her head. “I know that isn’t true. You may be mostly unreachable emotionally but you are the sweetest, kindest man I have ever known.”
He knew what he felt now…Stunned. Shocked to the core. She actually saw him in this light?
“I bet you helped her. I bet she is so grateful to have had you in her life.”
The door buzzed.
Jacob couldn’t move. He couldn’t seem to switch gears, turn the page, or get the hell out of this god damned rabbit hole of emotions.
Anna glanced at him then turned to look at the door.
It burst open and Airi came running in. “Jacob!” She then halted when she saw Anna.
Anna looked from her to a stunned Jacob.
“Airi, are you okay?” he finally spoke.
She nodded and stepped forward. “Steward. He call me. He tell me he stop woman. I am so sorry this happ-happened.” She bowed.
Jacob thought he’d misheard her. “He got the blackmailer you mean?”
Airi nodded her head rapidly then looked over at Anna and met her gaze straight on, which wasn’t like her to do. “Y-you take care of him?”
Anna stared back at her meeting her gaze straight on as well and she smiled. “Yes, I will take care of Jacob.”
Airi seemed to jump in place as she actually clapped. “It finally happen!”
Jacob pushed his fingers through his hair in frustration as he let out a long sigh. He couldn’t let her embarrass him more than she had already. “Now Ari—”
She raced across the marble floor, launched her small form at him and bear hugged him. “You will have love. You d-deserve love,” she gushed.
Jacob hugged her back, but he sure hell wished she hadn’t said that.
She then let go and whispered, “She pretty.”
Glancing over at a smiling Anna, he gave up trying to avoid all this pansy ass, sugary shit and replied, “Yes, she is a Princess.”
Airi actually squealed and raised her fist in the air. “Whoo! Hoo!” She then ran to the door and went out shutting it.
Anna looked from the closed door to him and raised a brow. “So…that’s the poor maid you fucked then fired, right?”
Jacob bit at his lip.
“A princess?” she asked.
He laughed as he strode forward and scooped her up. Elation, yes, he recognized it and he planned to use it well in this scene. “Yes, Princess Anna.”
Gasping, she hung onto his neck. “What the hell are you—?”
“Hush, Princess Anna.” He carried her down the long marbled hall.
“Wow, this place is awesome, Jacob.”
He smiled and kicked the door to his relax room open. “You like it?”
“Yes, it’s so open and this beautiful floor! It’s fabulous.”
He beamed. He was smiling so much he worried for a second that his face might crack. Anna got it, the exact way he saw his penthouse. Of course she did. He moved inside his most favorite room.
Anna gazed around at the huge skylighted room with wonder on her face. “Oh…Wow!”
Nodding, he then strode over to a warming bench.
She gazed down at it from her perch in his arms.
He chuckled at her baffled expression. “This will be the first place I fuck you,” he announced as if it was a vow. “Although, I think I will just eventually set you on it and eat you up.”
Anna stared down and her breathing sped up.
Then he swung her around.
“Wait!” she grumbled. “I liked the sound of that.”
He laughed again, and carried her over to the massage table. “Shhh, this is my tour. You be quiet.”
She giggled. “Yes, Master. So what is this? Like I don’t already know, but I am sure it will sound sexier if you tell me.”
“Oh yes, this will be your favorite spot. It is my massage table. And we will be using it while I massage all your G spots, maybe finger you, suck on your nipples and rub your ass till you come.”
Anna seemed to swallow heavily. “I m-might just come from hearing this tour. Damn it Jacob, I am wearing wet panties now!”
He loved it and he did laugh. He then moved over to the garden tub.
When she saw it, Anna’s mouth popped open.
“Yes, five hundred feet of warm water.”
Anna shut her mouth. “I-its decadent and it looks so inviting. You know what it is, don’t you?”
Jacob stepped down the steps and shook his head. “Are you really going to say it?”
Nodding she replied, “It is perfect.” She gave him a Cheshire grin.
He smirked at the word, as he kept moving down into the water.
“Jacob! What are you doing?”
Boldly, he waded all the way in. “You won’t need that dress. You won’t need clothes for several days in fact.”
She laughed as her whole body was submerged while he stood with her in his now wet arms. “Well, shit! How deep is this thing?”
Jacob raised a wicked brow. “Just wait and see. It will feel really deep in
a few minutes.” He let her go and then grabbed her sopping wet dress. He had a bit of trouble getting it off.
Anna laughed loudly at his efforts.
“Shhh, this is my sexiest moment, Princess.”
In helpless fits, she kept laughing as he finally got it off. “I will buy you a new one.”
She giggled as she tore at his shirt. “And I will buy you a new shirt.” She ripped it open and the buttons popped off to bounce across the water,
“Hey, that was Armani!” He stared at her face as he actually gave her a pout.
She tilted her head. “You know I make as much as you do. I can buy you ten of those.”
He smirked.
Anna then dove under.
Jacob startled, as he hadn’t expected that. Then he felt her unfastening his pants. He grinned. Then his grin dropped as she actually grabbed his cock and gave it a tug. Well, hell.
Tugging his pants down and off, Anna then finally came up gasping for air. “Whew!”
“Damn, you can hold your breath for a long time.”
She pressed her bare wet body up against his. “I was on the swim team.”
“I cannot wait to hear everything. From grade school all the way up until today.”
“That may take some time?”
“Well, we have time. Unless…”
Looking concerned, she waited for a few seconds before she asked, “Unless?”
Nodding, he replied, “Do you have a film?”
“Nope. You?”
“Nope. We have time. I did want to be in on this new music vid though.”
She looked curious.
“That hit band with Zayn?” he explained.
Her eyes lit up. “Oh, he is brilliant. What a voice.”
Jacob smiled. “Speaking of voice. I want to hear yours...Breathless, screaming my name.”
Her face flushed. “Only if you promise to use yours as you demand for me to come on command.”
He got even harder in his very wet slacks. “Have you ever been on a roof in Saint Tropez?”
She looked perplexed by the odd question. “I don’t think I have?”
“Good.” Then he said loudly, “Pictures up!”
She startled now as she laughed and yelled, “Quiet on the set!”
He chuckled.
Anna swung her legs around his waist.
His laughter then faded away as he gave her a sexy wink and lined himself up. He whispered to her lips, “ACTION!” Yes, Jacob knew exactly what he felt, what he wanted and what he needed as he plunged in.
MEETING MR. DEAN
Roxie Odell
Megan Jenkins knew what it was like to live through hardship. She hopped foster homes more than a rabbit. Dealing with a foster mother who didn’t care, or a foster father who only wanted to sleep with her, she learned to grow up fast.
Being beautiful didn’t help. She was constantly pushing sexual advances away and fighting to keep her job. When her last employer at a five-star restaurant gave her an ultimatum, she finally stands up for herself and quits.
She’s now unemployed, penniless and two months behind on rent. When she spots an ad in the paper for a house keeper, she decides to go for it.
Little does she know that she’s applying for billionaire Jensen Dean’s personal house maid. Can Megan do all that is asked? Will Mr. Dean look at her as more than just a maid?
Can they show each other how to love again?
Prologue
Jensen rolled over and stretched. He thought it odd to feel sunlight on his face so early in the morning. He stretched his neck out to absorb the warmth, his eyes closed, just a few minutes longer before having to get up and rush to work. Just as he started to drift back to sleep his eyes darted open and he sat up, grabbing his phone.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit!” He jumped out of his bed and ran toward the bathroom. “Kristina!” he roared. He ran back into his bedroom with his toothbrush sticking out of his mouth.
The balcony doors opened and the warmth from the mid-morning sunshine wafted in. Kristina came strolling in, half naked with just a kimono dangling off her petite frame. She smiled and tried to put her arms around Jensen as she kissed him.
He grabbed her arms and pushed her away from him. “What did you do?” he growled.
“It’s Saturday. You don’t need to work on the weekends,” she purred. “You’re the CEO of the damned company for Pete’s sake. Come to bed and make love to me.”
At twenty-eight, Jensen Dean felt very lucky to be as successful as he was. He was the envy of his co-workers and peers, he lived in one of the best London Bay Homes available and he never needed for anything. He was the fantasy of many women with his dark brown wavy hair, bright blue eyes and chiseled jaw and had a gorgeous nympho for a girlfriend.
He ran back into the bathroom after hopping around the room with half his pants on. “You know…” he hesitated, spitting into the sink. “I have a meeting this morning. It was mandatory! I told you that!”
“I still don’t think you should go in. Just tell them you’re sick or something.” She plopped down on the side of his bed, her kimono falling off one shoulder. Kristina was gorgeous, perfect body, blonde, bright blue eyes and twenty-five. She was Jensen’s current girlfriend but quite the spoiled bitch. He used to like the way she sauntered in front of his friends and how she paid attention to his sexual desires, but after the novelty wore off, he found himself looking for reasons to get away from her.
“You act like it would be so easy.”
“It is. Here, I’ll show you.” She stretched out across the bed and grabbed his phone. As she searched through his contacts he went back in from the bathroom fully dressed but wishing he could have showered. “Hello. I’m calling to let you know Jensen Dean will not be in today. He is in bed and sick with the flu.”
Jensen’s nostrils flared. He lunged toward her and grabbed his phone from her hands. “Hello? Hello. No, I’m sorry. My maid…” he looked at Kristina with wide eyes “misunderstood me. I am headed in right now. Yes…. Yes…. Thank you, I’ll be there.” He leaned toward her with his hands in a vice ready for her throat. “One of these days you are going to be the death of me.”
She rolled her eyes and picked up a nail file. “So what the hell am I supposed to do all day?”
“I don’t know, take a trip to the beach, or better yet why don’t you and some of your girlfriends fly down to Florida for the weekend? I’m going to be busy working anyway.”
“Ugh,” she scoffed. “You suck.” She plopped backwards onto the bed exposing her naked body. She slid her hand up her leg and between her legs as he stood at the foot of the bed adjusting his tie, his eyes fixed on what she was doing. “Come here, lover.”
He licked his lips. “You are sexy as hell.”
“Come here, let me show you just how sexy I can be.”
He walked over toward her, stopped at the side of the bed, his eyes absorbing every curve she had to offer. He leaned down so close to her lips and picked up his cell phone. “You have officially made me late so you are on your own darlin’.”
“What?” she spat.
He shook his head, turned away from her, grabbed his case and walked out the door. As he walked down the hall, he heard her squeal and beat the mattress with her fists like she often did when she didn’t get her way. He smiled as he walked down the stairs and out the door.
“Dude, you’re late. Again?”
“It’s Kristina. She keeps sabotaging my alarm clock and fucking my life up. Ever since she moved in, nothing is sacred anymore.”
“Then why did you ask her to live with you?”
“I didn’t. She just…moved in!”
“You have to admit though, she looks sweet as hell.” He licked his lips. “That ass.”
“Dude…really?”
“Sorry. So, why did you offer to take weekends if you can’t get here on time?”
“I needed to get away from her for a while.”
“
Dude, I can’t believe you don’t want that.”
“You’d know exactly what I meant if you were the one fucking her. Meeting start yet?”
“You know it did. Boss is going to have you on a platter.”
“Don’t worry about the boss. I have what he wants.” He held up a file and smiled.
“This is why you are my partner.” He slapped Jensen on the back of the shoulder and they went into the meeting together.
Jensen listened to his computer boot up as he stood in the large window of his office overlooking the city.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Dean.”
“Hi, Annie.”
“Most of the others went home after the meeting. Is there a reason you’re sticking around today?”
Annie was Jensen’s secretary and a damned good one too. Only reason she was still there was because she was pushing fifty-two and quite stout for her five-foot height. Kristina didn’t feel threatened by her so she was safe.
“Honestly, I just don’t want to go home.” He smiled at her. “You don’t have to stay. I’ll see you Monday.”
“Have a good weekend Mr. Dean.”
He smiled and sat at his large oak desk. He just started getting his mind into his work when he heard some commotion out his door.
“Annie? Did you forget something?” he asked without lifting his head from his work. When he didn’t get an answer he looked up. Kristina stood in the door with a tan trench coat on, red heels and a red negligee that any man would crawl through crushed glass to get a hold of. Jensen closed his eyes and sighed. “What are you doing here? I told you I have to work.”
“Yeah, it looks like everyone here is hard at work.” She said putting her head back out the door.
“This is my deal, Kristina. No one can finish it but me.”
“Well,” she sauntered toward him. “Let me be one of your deals. Work on me, baby.”
“Let me finish up here…” he began.
