Seduced By Him (The Drowned Series Book 1)

by Caitlin Sharratt

  Table of Contents

  2. Prologue

  3. Chapter one

  6.chapter four

  7.chapter five

  8.Chapter Six

  Chapter Five.

  Chapter Seven.

  Chapter Nine.

  Seduced By Him

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  Table of content:

  1.Title

  2. Prologue

  3. Chapter one

  4.chapter two

  5.chapter three

  6.chapter four

  7.chapter five

  8.Chapter Six

  9. Chapter Seven

  10.Chapter Eight

  11.Chapter Nine

  12.Chapter Ten

  13. Acknowledgement

  Prologue.

  Emily

  Something did not feel right, I just know it. It was a deep pull in the pit of my stomach, almost making me nauseous. I could not let my thoughts makes me nervous, at least not for a few hours. I quickly glanced at my father, who was munching on a deep fried bacon and egg sandwich, he had no idea what I was thinking about, not in the slightest. Today was going to be nerve wrecking, breathtakingly hard and industrial. Today, was my first job at the Clinton & Philips company, a place I never thought I could be working in. There were some hard working manager, accounted banking and most of all, sale holders of a multi-billionaire world-wide selling industry of sex toys. There were big shopping stores filled with these objects, some larger than others but they are world-wide, even online shopping could be done with the company.

  "You already Honie?" My father, Adam Cooper and friendly banker of Oakland drive, a cosy town which sadly is right next to a large city with loud people and loud music...something I could not cope with some nights.

  "Yeah dad, just got to grab my coat and folders." I said before pinning back my fringe, and checking my light make-up in the mirror.

  "Don't forget those, you would be a lost puppy at the company." Dad laughed before grasping his keys and chewing the last of his food, his suit was a little tight around his shoulders and losing its colour with how many years he has used it, but If all goes to plan, I can buy him a new one, hell! even three if I don’t fuck things up. Slipping into my thin coat, I do each button before pausing at the door, my father, smiling with his arms crossed, a slight shine in his eyes as he starred at me.

  "what's wrong dad?" Shit, did I do something wrong?

  "Nothing, just that your growing up so fast, you’re not my little girl anymore." he signed before pulling me into a deep bear hug, something which he does on a regular basis.

  "I'm twenty-four Dad, you know I’m not a little girl, and don't act like this is my first job, I have been working hard since I left high school." I mumbled before pulling back.

  "Yeah, but it’s not every day a father sees off their only daughter to a big place like that...are you sure you are wanting to be working there?" He said with concern before raising a brow.

  "Remember what we spoke about, this is based on my choice, and my choice only. Everybody has got to start somewhere."...right?

  "Just promise me there are not to be any greedy hands trying to occupy themselves with my baby girl."

  "I promise." I smiled before grabbing my keys and heading out the door with my him. Oakland drive was not far from the busy city, but as soon as the sweet smell of flowers left the car, I knew it was going to be replaced with a toxic smell of subway carts and fast food, something I could not stomach on a daily basis. I parked outside the company before turning to dad, a serious expression on his tanned face, a face that does not do serious at all.

  "Remember, no bad mouthing, rambling, slouching and no slacking, you know how strict these company can be." My dad said before passing me my folders and I passed the car keys in return.

  "...but?" There's always a But.

  "But most of all, just be yourself, and don't be nervous, they can smell that on all of the newbies." My father grinned before pressing a soft kiss on my forehead.

  "Bye dad." I say before leaving the warm car and brisling into the much chiller street walk, my coat did no good. I left the door open for my dad to swap seats and before I know it, he's driving away into the morning traffic of yellow taxis.

  I take a long look at the large building before me, each window covered from top to bottom with glass and steel, Workers typing away at computers and filing stuff that I would be doing myself soon, a nervous twitch began to start as I realized that they almost reminded me of robots.

  "..I can do this...just two steps...and i can try and not fall over these heels and onto my ass.." I mumbled to myself before walking towards the large swinging doors, some people were in a rush but that is what happens when you get into a place like this, it was out of my comfort zone. It was warmer inside, even cosy, but one look at the front reception, and i was beginning to sweat vigorously.

  I take my coat off and place it over my arm along with the folders tucked under them, the front desk was a mass of thick steel, clean and polished to be emasculate, a pretty blonde women sat behind the desk, her fingers typing away and a flashing earpiece perched on her ear.

  "..um..Hi, I'm Emily cooper-" A pedicured painted finger was hushed in my direction.

  "One moment please." She said, her eyes never leaving the computer screen, it was very high tech, leaving my one at home very downgraded and ancient. She finished her work before glancing her amber eyes at me, her flawless skin almost made her look like a manikin.

  "yes?"

  "hello, I'm Emily cooper. I was given a job interview a couple of weeks ago for the job title at Clinton & Philips and they said that I should be here for my first day." I breathed before gulping hard.

  "Have you brought the documents that were given to you in the package?" she asked, raising her delicately plucked eyebrow...making me feel unconscious.

  "Ah, yes. here." I placed the thick folder in her hands before she pulled out several pieces of paper and a pen, she scribbled some words of a sticky note before placing it on top of a folder.

  "Take the first elevator on the left and press the top button, it will take you strait to Mr Clinton's office." Fuck! I was going to meet the man himself! The Man who owns the company!

  "T-Thank you!" I smiled before she passed me back the folder and gave me a smile that never reached her eyes. Jeez.

  I did as I was told and made my way to the top of the building, I could see the people walking by on the street and the elevator craned and powered up. Tucking my hair behind my ear and checking my smart pale grey dress in the reflection of the glass, wanting to look my best for my first day. All of a sudden, the doors open and I'm levelled with two bright grey eyes, arched underneath by thick black brows and soft curls touching a rather expensive suit...but most of all, pink and puckering lips that made my skin shiver with delight.

  "Your late." His voice was deep, sexy and inviting...but also very angry. I snap out of it before blinking up at the sex god before me.

  "I'm sorry, what?" I rub my legs together to stop the sudden ache between them, something that I have not felt in a very long time. Shit! what has gotten over me? all of a sudden I'm like a raging sex craved dog on the first glance, surely he must get this a lot.

  "I said your late, I do not Like tardiness on the first day Miss cooper. Now come, you have a lot to catch up on." Shit, surely I could
not make a fool of myself within only five minutes on my first day!? He gave me full quick glance at my posture, his eyes lingering a little too longer on my legs and flat shoes, he put his hand out, almost as if he was going to touch me, I could almost feel myself lean in when I realized that he was stopping the elevator doors from closing.

  "Follow me." He said before turning quickly, his broad shoulders and lean and powerful legs covered by the dark suit, I wonder what it would feel like? silk? cotton? soft to the touch?

  "Quickly now, I don't have all day." His voice snapped across the lightly coloured hallway, and I quickly walk behind him. I kept my gaze low, but slightly in front, giving me a fantastic view of the curved shape of his leaned Arse-Shit! what am I doing? We enter a stormy grey office, a dark mahogany desk, long enough to stretch right across it. The walls were a bold colour, almost the matching the intensity eyes. two large frames on either side of the wall, a contrast of a meadow field and a large beautiful house. They were beautiful, maybe even a couple of years old. I stop in the middle of the room, quickly glancing around, seeing another door across from us. My boss briskly sat at the thick leather chair, almost as if it was a thrown, I could picture him with a silver crown on his and even I would bow at his feet and be at mercy. I dismay the thought quickly.

  "As your first day here I would think that you would make a good impression at this place, but lateness is one of the things that I hate." My fingers clutch at the papers I was holding, feeling my anxiety run through my veins. Please don’t fire me, please don't.

  "I'm sorry, sir. it won't happen again." I whispered before seeing his eyes glance up at me. His face was blank, cold and expressionless, but his eyes...they were haunting, making the slight chill of fear and desire run through my spine. He was not a man to be messed with, I know that for sure.

  "No, it won't." He threatened before raising his hands for the papers I was clutching, I pass them to him, stopping right at the edge of the desk, my thighs touching them, I could almost feel how smooth the wood was, I wonder how it would feel against my bare arse? I clear my throat, dismaying my dirty thoughts. What the fuck is wrong with me?

  "I see that you have work experience with technology but not with the sort of work we do here?" He frowned before raising a brow at me.

  "Well, I have never done the sort of research for this workplace on…s-sex toys." I breathed before glancing away at his blazing eyes. Jeez Emily, where is your voice at?

  "Don't get embarrassed with the word sex or toys, it will be used a lot at this place, so get used to it." He growled before opening a drawer and taking out two thick folders.

  "I want you to read through these, they are the products we are currently selling and going to be on sale later on in the summer. Memorize them, hell even write down notes if you have to you, but if you can’t do that then you are not cut out for this type of work." He stood, handing me the thick folders. Fuck. too many papers, too much research.

  "I will do my best."

  "Make sure you do, you will be working in here for the time being before I decide that you are fit for the job, until then, you can work on that desk over there. Everything you need will be in the drawers, if you have any questions be sure to ask." I glance over my shoulder, seeing a black small desk and one side drawer in the corner, a chair, similar to his but smaller. I nod then walk across the room, eyeing the suspicious folders then sat and breathed deeply through my nose. Come one Emily, you can do this, it’s just some research, it’s not like you can't handle it.

  oh I was so wrong,never in my life would I think that there could be over a dozen clitoris stimulators and butt plugs, I blanched and I began to pale at every single one of them. I chew on my thumb, seeing how each one worked, how each one looked like and how they were supposed to be used for the body. My stomach tightened, feeling the need of a refill of caffeine and food. I glance up, seeing my boss writing away on his own paperwork, his thick fingers controlling a silver, elegant pen, a slight 'V' formed on his dark brows, his lips slightly pursed and pouting. I could not look away, transfixed by the gorgeous man across from me. I clear my throat detracting myself and me and before I know it, the words left my mouth.

  "Would you like some coffee? food?" He was startled at first before the look of recognition that I was across the room...did he forget I was her? already? I suddenly felt upset.

  "Yes. Here, uses my card. I want coffee, black, no sugar and a croissant, also get something for yourself." He fished out his card from his suit pocket, handing me a black smooth engraved debt card, making me stand up and obey to him so quickly.

  "Yes sir." I hold the smooth plastic in between my fingers before seeing him return to his work, as I left I saw the telephone ring on his desk, he briskly answers it in a clipped tone, still writing away. I close the door behind me, leaving him to his business.

  I took the elevator, relishing the free time that I currently have, I glance at my old watch, seeing that it was still morning. shit, I still have six more hours with Mr brooding and grumpy pants, this was going to be a long day ahead of me. Once I was on the bottom floor, I saw the blonde women at the front desk, still typing away like as if her fingers don't hurt. Does she ever have a break? I look around, hearing the distant chatter and clatter of cutlery and the strong mask of food. I follow my nose, walking around the hallway before see a cafe area before me, people in business suits, laughing along with each other, some till working with their handy laptops and others were munching away on Delicious food. My stomach agreed with the sight. I glance at the black card in my hands, seeing my Bosses name engraved on it.

  Henry Hogarth Clinton.

  It suits him, a powerful name for a powerful man. Maybe I should call him Mr Clinton? or boss? I glance up, suddenly realizing that I was standing in the middle of the cafe. With a steady breath and squaring my shoulders, I make my way to the front of service, thankful that I did not have to wait behind someone, I did not like the idea of taking too long, knowing that Henry would not be pleased.

  Fuck. I’m already thinking about him on a first name bases. The lady was pretty, older with a warm smile, her eyes glow as she sees me, already guessing that I am new here.

  "You must be Mr Clinton's new assistant." She was shorter than myself, silver greying hair pulled up into a neat bun.

  "Well I’m hoping I have the job, but I don’t think he's too impressed with me at the moment." I laughed nervously before fiddling with his card between my fingers.

  "Don't worry child, he's not as mean as he looks. He barks but has no bite." she gleamed at me before waiting for my answer.

  "I sure hope so...well he wants-"

  "Black coffee with croissant?" her knowing smile made me fidget nervously.

  "yeah." I pass her the card, seeing her swipe it across a thin credit card holder before she glanced at me.

  "And what would you like?"

  "Just coffee with cream and one sugar, please." suddenly losing my appetite and began to chew on my bottom lip while watching her prepare the food and drinks, her hands worked quickly, knowing that she has been doing this for years.

  "Enjoy and please, come down from that office of his and chat anytime, I would like to hear what you think of the place." She was friendly and I quickly grew fond of her already. She passes me the food and drinks and tucks the card between my fingers, helping me with everything. I nod before making my way back to the elevator, suddenly feeling nervous, men in business suits join me, heading to the same floor as me, one in particular, an older man, maybe in his fifties was eyeing my legs for far too long, I nervously fidget, sensing him standing too close behind me. Slight whispers caught my attention.

  "New assistant?" he said to one of his work partners, thinking that I am not in the same elevator as him.

  "It seems so, I wouldn't mind having her assist me." One of them chuckled before the doors opened, and I felt the hot rage fuel my veins. storming in front of them, I entered My boss’s office, a raised brow at my sudden mood as he
watched me place his food and drink before him. I place his black card on top of his paperwork before seating at my own desk, carrying own with my own work. Without knocking, the men from the elevator walked in, catching my angry gaze, they all grin before seating around Henry's desk.

  "Don't you guys ever knock?" Henry signed before pushing back onto his chair and standing, placing his hands in his slacks. He was not impressed by them, and neither was I.

  "You know we like to get down to business, don't we boys?" One of the men stared at me, ignoring the older man’s comment, he was young, maybe a little younger than me, his dark brown eyes was filled with something I could not put my finger on, he trailed his gaze across my body, staring at the little gap of my cleavage. At that moment, I wanted to stab my pencil into his eyes, but Henry's voice detracted me.

  "Fine, but next time, call my office before you barge in here as if you own the place. what do you want?" Henry did not glance at me once, making me feel non-existent, my shoulders slump at the thought. I check through my folder, not reading any of the notes, but instead listening in to what they were saying.

  "It’s the shipment. They have fucked us over again, only giving us half of the profit when we want it in full." I flinch at the sudden outburst. shipment? surely they are talking about the sex toys?

  "Half? There must be some mistake." No emotion ran through his face, no concern or worry...he is taking control of the situation like a pro.

  "No mistake, we ran the box count, there should be more. Have you spoken to him?" The older man ordered. I push myself as far away from them as possible, making sure that it made me feel like as if I was not in the same room as them.