Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
I take a step back, my hands going to my hips. Who does he think he is, bossing me around? But then he turns his dark eyes on me, one brow arching, the line of his mouth firm as if it had been carved from stone, and I find myself reaching for the door handle.
What is it about this man that makes me want to do whatever he tells me?
I can’t help but think about the things he told me to do yesterday in that conference room, and my skin heats as I slide onto the cool leather seat next to him and pull the door closed behind me.
“What do you want?”
Instead of answering, he presses the gas and starts to drive off.
“Wait! Where are you taking me? I was about to go home.”
He’s frustratingly silent, and all I can do is reach for the seatbelt as he pulls out onto the main road. When thirty more seconds pass with no response, I open the snap on my purse. “Do I need to call 911 and report a kidnapping?”
“That won’t be necessary.”
Still no explanation follows, and what I’d really like to know is why I’m so turned on by him when I should be frustrated and angry.
Maybe it’s because the tingly crisp scent of the man is surrounding me here in this luxury vehicle. I can almost imagine it like wispy tendrils caressing my cheeks, my arms, the back of my neck.
My body is instantly aching for him, and rather than worrying about where we’re going, my focus is on him and the charcoal gray dress shirt open at his neck, revealing a glimpse of the tan skin there. His hand on the gear shift is equally enticing, the network of veins making his grip look as powerful as I know it to be.
The inside of his car is sleek and clean. Smooth jazz plays quietly in the background, which seems much too subdued to match this man’s energy.
“I didn’t know you moonlighted as an Uber driver,” I say as he turns onto the coastal road, and I’m rewarded with the slightest upturn of the corner of his beautiful lips.
A few minutes later, he pulls into a deserted scenic overlook lot, puts the car in park and turns off the engine, leaving the music—and me—turned on.
CHAPTER 7
DEREK
Miss Ana Flores unclips her seatbelt and turns to face me, giving me a prime view of her tits in the tight pink blouse she’s wearing. “What are we doing here? What is this about?”
I take a long moment to admire her assets before responding. “I’m going to convince you to work for us.”
“I’ve already said no. You do understand that no means no, right?”
“Miss Flores, there’s only one area in my life where I take no for an answer, and you didn’t say no to that.”
“Fair point,” she mumbles, her eyes dropping to her lap for a moment before returning to me. “Look, I know you have a staffing problem, but surely you have other applicants for the HR position. Why did you hunt me down?”
“I didn’t ‘hunt you down,’ I simply looked at the resume you submitted when you applied for the job.”
Her hair is pulled back, like it was when I first saw her yesterday. She brushes her hand over one side of it, smoothing down stray pieces. “There’s also a phone number on my resume. You could have called or even sent an email.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” I slide a hand over her knee, then up to her thigh, nudging the bottom of her skirt. What I’m doing might get in the way of my main objective to hire her, but I can’t resist. I know what her skin feels like, and I need to touch it again.
Her chest, which had been rising and falling in a steady rhythm, stills for a moment when I make contact. “Are you here to ask me to work for you, or to seduce me, Mr. Brooks?”
Easy question. “Both.” My hand slides further up her thigh.
She stills its progress with her own hand, but she doesn’t push me away. “I can’t work for you after what happened. It’s not possible.”
I curl my fingers around the soft skin at the inside of her thigh and press lightly as my hand works its way toward her center. She parts her legs for me and a quiet gasp escapes her lips when I strum my fingers over the silky fabric of her panties.
I stroke her there until a damp spot forms and her breathing grows shallow, then I slip my hand inside her underwear and sink a finger into her wet heat.
Ana meets my eyes, and looks both shocked and desperate as I start to fuck her with first one finger, then two. She reaches out to the dash to steady herself when I press the heel of my hand to her clit, grind against it, and make her whimper.