I look around the room in awe at my surroundings. “Your home is…”
“My home will be your home,“ he says, scratching the stubble on his chin, “in many ways. Depending on how the rest of this interview goes of course.”
“Yes, of course,“ I cross my legs as a nervous energy runs up my thighs.
“Here’s the bottom line, Ms. Adams. I need someone who embodies trust. Someone who will have access to most of my private world, a world that is very well protected. I know your blood line, and I believe you fit the bill in this regard.”
“I guess I’m not quite sure what you mean, sir.” Our eyes lock in and I shift uncomfortably as his gaze cuts right through me.
“The pay is $250,000, plus bonuses. Do you understand what that means, Jenny?”
My jaw drops open despite every ounce of effort to contain my excitement. $250,000!
“Yes sir, I understand. I am very trustworthy. Whatever it takes.”
“It’s going to take a lot Jenny. All of you to be a bit more precise.” He tilts his chin slightly up, watching my every move.
“Well sir, I am more able to give this position my undivided attention.”
“Good. I like the way you communicate yourself,“ he says as his eyes drift briefly towards my mid-section. An electrical current rips through my body, catching me off guard for the second time in only minutes.
“Would you like a tour of estate #6?” he says, reaching for my hand.
“Estate #6?” I ask, feeling both a sense of thrill and annoyance at his arrogance.
“Yes, Ms. Adams. I own eleven homes,“ he pauses with a grin, “on the east coast.”
As I reach for his hand my arm melts under his touch. His touch is so warm. So strong but gentle. So perfect. I can’t believe I’m letting myself go down this road.
As we make our way through Brad’s estate, he pauses and looks deeply into my soul.
“I’m going to say this to you one more time. Just to make sure.” He leans in closer to me sending waves of energy throughout my body. “I need to be absolutely certain that I can trust you.”
“Mr. Turner, I…” He lands his finger on my lips silencing my attempt to reassure him of my trust.
“The only way I can begin to trust you is for you to trust me.”
I cock my head slightly, completely shocked by the direction that this job interview has taken.
“Can you trust me, Ms. Adams?” he asks without a hint of sarcasm.
This guy must be out of his mind. Why the hell should I trust a man that I’ve only known for several minutes? On the other hand, I can’t possibly turn down this opportunity.
“I trust you,“ I say, submitting to Brad Turner.
“Good, come with me then.” He leads me by the hand to the basement level in his estate and takes me through a series of locked steel doors. We arrive at the last room and face a large mirror on the opposite wall. Brad reaches towards a small digital panel and types in a code, causing the mirror to retreat into the floor. A final steel door is exposed.
Either this man is completely paranoid or he has a lot to protect. We enter the hidden room and find ourselves in a dimly-lit room.
I can feel his breath graze the back of my ear. “I can count the number of people who know about this room on one hand,” he said softly. My body quivers from the sheer terror of knowing that I am basically trapped inside a dungeon with a stranger. But strangely, very strangely, I am exactly where I want to be as a rush of heat enters my lower region. What has gotten into me?
“In addition to managing much of my private matters, I am looking for someone special who can go the extra mile when I need her to,” he mouthed tenderly into my ear lobe. Suddenly a hand comes from within the darkness and brushes my hair off the side of my neck. “Can you be that someone?” he asks.
I lose all sense of reason as I respond. “Yes. Yes sir,” I whimper as I lean a bit more into him.
“I consider myself an excellent of judge of character when it comes to my employees. And I have to say that I am more than confident you can handle every inch of this position.” His large fingers come from behind and reach under my shoulders. I pop my chest out, knowing full well that my nipples are completely hard.
“Oh Mr. Turner,” I moan quietly. I don’t even bother to resist him at this point. He sends his hips into my backside, pushing his large bulge against me from behind.
“You’re very sensual Ms. Adams. I want nothing more than to devour every part of your beautiful body,” he says, unbuttoning my blouse as he sends a perfect stream of kisses down my neck.
He removes my blouse completely, exposing my bra-covered breasts to the tycoon. He thrusts his hardness into my backside as he reaches around to take hold of my breasts with just the right amount of pressure. I’ve never felt so much raw sexual energy and yet I don’t even know him. Somehow, everything happening seems meant to be.
“Can I take you Ms. Adams?” he asks, gently wetting the back of my neck with his tongue.
I realize that this is my last chance to do the right thing, to scream and run away. But how can I pass up $250,000? And how can I resist having him inside of me? This is so insane.
I let loose all of my inhibitions. “Take me. Take me now,” I call out.
His breath gets heavier at the sound of my submission. He begins to work his hands under my skirt and peel my underwear down my thighs. I kick my high heels off and send my panties down and off my toes. In an instant Brad flips me around and lifts me up by my naked backside. He sets me down on a cold, hard surface. I can’t see a thing, but somehow my senses feel more alive than ever.
He presses his bulge into my crotch as he grabs the back of my ass with his firm, lustful hands. “Oooh,“ I let out a small cry as he nibbles his way along my neck. He moves his mouth to meet my lips, gently biting my lower lip as he presses into my open legs with even more force. And then… his tongue enters my mouth and meets with mine. My entire body nearly explodes as he kisses me.
I can’t believe I this is happening. I know I should be fighting back. I should be screaming for help. I should be doing anything in my power to get myself out of this situation. And yet my body is begging for more of him. For all of him.
“Are you ready for me Jenny?” His breathing intensifies as he takes off his pants. And then his underwear.
“Yes. Yes. I’m ready.” I try to reach around to grab his hips but he refuses me, grabbing my hands and pinning them against whatever it is I’m sitting on.
“Oh god!” I cry out as he penetrates my wet folds, sending his first thrust all the way into my opening. His hard penis fits perfectly inside of me. I know I won’t last long feeling this good.
He thrusts his cock harder and faster, using the back of my ass to pull me in even deeper.
“Oh god, you feel incredible,“ he says, fucking me hard as he gently bites down on my lip. Somehow he is able to ravage my body with just the right touch of tenderness.
And then the explosion comes as waves of electricity ripple through every cell of my body. “Oh. Oh. Ohhhh!” I scream out, no longer able to contain myself as I climax.
“Uhhh,“ he groans as he pulls out of me and oozes his warm liquid on the back of my thigh.
I collapse on the floor in front of him, partly from exhaustion and partly from sheer surrender. What the hell did I just do? I can’t believe I just gave myself over to a total stranger.
“Here, take my hand,“ he says, reaching out to help prop my pathetic soul off the billionaire’s floor. I oblige, barely able to meet his eyes with my own. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. Look at me,“ he says with a sense of firmness that I can’t defy.
“I’ve never done anything like this before. I…” I stumble through my words as I try to defend my honor. Or whatever is left of it.
“You had a choice. And you chose freedom,“ he says. “It takes a lot of courage to let go like you just did.” He pauses
and looks a bit more deeply into my eyes. “And I can tell that’s the first time you did anything like that. That’s what made it so powerful.”
My face turns the color of a hundred red roses as his compliment massages my ego. “So do I still have the job?” I ask.
Brad makes a few quick adjustments to his clothing in an attempt to return to some sense of professionalism. “Yes, Jenny, the job is yours. I’ll send you a text with tomorrow’s assignments.” He gives me one last look as if he too isn’t quite sure if I am up to the challenge. “In the meantime, I will expect that everything that occurs between us is kept completely confidential,“ he says without a hint of humor on his face.
“Yes sir. I mean Brad. I mean… I won’t say a word,“ I say, suddenly terrified at the secrecy that I just agreed to with one of the most powerful men on planet Earth.
* * *
Not surprisingly I’ve been tossing and turning for four hours in my bed wondering what the hell I just did. My head is spinning out of control- something I usually pride myself on having a lot of. Did I just blow the job opportunity of a lifetime? Then again, if I didn’t succumb to my desires would I have lost the job anyways? Maybe I did do the right thing after all. But the most disturbing thought of all… I miss him.
* * *
I startle as the vibration from my phone wakes me from a coma. 4:40 a.m. It’s a text from Brad! Barely able to think clearly and still reeling from what happened I try to make sense of his message. PICK UP MY BLACK BRIEFCASE FROM MY HOUSE AND DELIVER TO GARRISON AIRPORT BY 10:00. Holy shit, I have to move quickly since the airport is almost three hours away.
I jump in the shower and throw on something cute to wear for my first official day on the job. I try to calculate how much money I will be making on a daily basis as I apply just the right amount of make-up to my face. I still can’t believe what I’m getting myself into as I throw on my black high heels and start out on my mission.
I arrive at Garrison Airport with the tycoon’s mysterious black briefcase in hand. The airport is tiny and I can see Brad Turner’s shiny Escalade through a gate, resting right next to a sleek, private jet. The gate opens and I steer my ridiculously old Toyota towards the jet.
I take a deep breath, grab his briefcase and get out of my car.
“Very nice Jenny. I knew I could count on you.” Brad’s smile is even sexier than yesterday. He is wearing a gorgeous black suit that shows off the outline of his chest and broad shoulders. My body flushes as I hand him the goods.
“May I ask where you’re heading this morning?” I ask with my best attempt to hide my undeniable attraction to this man.
“You mean where we’re heading Ms. Adams.” He smirks and ushers me towards the jet. The thrill of his hand on the small of my back and the fact that I am boarding a private jet sends a rush of adrenaline throughout my spine.
“Where are we going?” I ask, desperate to appear not so desperate.
“Arizona. I have some very important business to attend to. And I could use your assistance.” He offers me a slight grin as if to say I have about three seconds to board the jet or I can kiss my job goodbye.
The jet takes off fast and effortlessly.
“Would you like a cocktail Ms. Adams?” he asks.
“No thank you. I don’t drink while I work,“ I say, offering a teasing smirk of my own.
“I believe you are going to find this job a bit…” he pauses as he scratches the scruff on his chin, “out of the ordinary. I suggest you keep an open mind Jenny.” He looks my body up and down and I unknowingly clench down there.
“Do you always travel in a private jet?” I ask.
“Not always. Sometimes I drive. Sometimes I sail. And sometimes I just stay at home.”
“I could get used to this,“ I say, smiling and blushing all at once.
“There’s something to be said for the luxuries that life has to offer.” His face becomes more serious as he peers out of the jet’s window while we soar above the white puffy clouds. “But there’s even more to be said for life’s simplest moments.” He looks deeply into my eyes and for the first time I can see there is a real human being behind his powerful, ultra-successful mystique.
* * *
Brad’s jet comes to a halt in what appears to be the middle of the Arizona desert. As we climb down the aircraft’s stairs a strikingly handsome looking man is there to greet us.
“Mr. Turner, welcome to Tucson,” he says, and throws Brad what appear to be a set of car keys.
Brad offers a slight grin. “I knew you would pull through for me. Where is she?”
The man nods towards a shiny, red Ferrari parked just off to the jet’s other side.
“Thanks, Barrows,” Brad turns to grab his small bag and briefcase. “You ready?” he asks me.
As we drive off into the desert I begin to seriously wonder what the hell I’ve gotten myself into. “Who was that man?” I ask, not knowing where else to start.
“An old friend of mine from college. I do a lot of business here and he’s always there to make sure I’m comfortable while I’m here,” he says, accelerating the sports car as a trail of dust forms behind us.
“Can I ask where I come in during all of this?” I ask, trying my damndest to appear confident.
“You, Jenny, come in wherever I need you to.” He puts his hand on my thigh, sending shivers up my leg.
As we make our way through the desert we appear to be heading deeper and deeper into the middle of nowhere. I find myself partly terrified to be under Brad’s total control like this, and partly exhilarated beyond any feelings I have ever experienced before.
“Look, our first destination,“ he says, pointing out in the distance towards what appears to be an emperor’s estate.
We pull up to the estate surrounded by giant stucco walls and a royal security gate. “Who’s place is this?” I ask, already knowing the answer. He grins, saying nothing as he enters in a security code and the gate opens. Anticipation rocks my nerves as we enter.
“Holy crap,“ I say, completely unprepared for the sheer magnitude of his estate.
He offers a cocky smile laced with traces of pride over my reaction. “You ain’t seen nothing yet,“ his smile widens as he drives the Ferrari around towards the rear of the estate. “Do me a favor and close your eyes.”
I feel like a little kid for the first time in years. So much magic. So many thrills. And yet the bigger part of me knows that all of this isn’t going to end well.
I can feel the car come to a stop. “Keep your eyes closed and hold tight for a second,“ he says. His voice is warm but also peppered with excitement.
“Keep them closed,“ he says, escorting me out of the passenger side of the Ferrari. “Whatever you do, don’t peek,“ he says, guiding my shoulder with one hand and covering my eyes with his other.
I can’t make sense of any of this. I am beginning to feel like at any given moment his Ferrari is going to turn into a pumpkin and this whole dream is going to be shattered.
“Okay, you can open them,“ he whispers just inches from my ear.
I’m taken aback at what might be the world’s most amazing swimming pool. It’s at least an acre in size and it’s surrounded by little hot tubs along the perimeter. Gorgeous flowering trees border the entire area. It looks like something out of a novel.
“Incredible, isn’t it?” he asks, putting his hand on my lower back.
“Yeah, to say the least. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“As I told you, I’m a big believer in going all out when it comes to luxury.” I can feel the desire in his voice. And something about this setting is so alluring.
“So, don’t you have to work to do?” I ask as I turn to face Brad.
“I always have work to do. That’s why I make sure to take some time to enjoy myself along the way,“ he says, caressing the underside of my jaw bone and sending waves of heat along the back of my neck.
/> He comes in closer and gently holds both of my wrists. “Why? Do you have some place you need to be in the middle of Arizona?” he asks with a subtle smirk.
This is so insane. I pull my wrists away from him ever so slightly. But he is so beautiful and the last thing I want to do is to make things more difficult than they have to be.
“You’re not going to try to fight me on this are you?”
I can’t resist protesting his arrogance as I pull back a bit harder. But I know I won’t be able to keep up a fight. Not here, and not with him.
“Take it in Jenny… all of it.” His voice is laden with desire as he pulls me in just a few inches closer. I let out a soft moan revealing the insincerity behind my resistance. He turns my body around so that I face the shimmering water as he presses slightly into my backside. “All we have is this moment. And I have every intention of making the most of it.”
I can feel his breath come from behind and graze my ear. “But,“ he pauses, “if for any reason you want to put a stop to all of this all you have to do is say the word,“ he says.
This is my chance…to do the rational thing and run. But then again I’ve been doing the right thing my whole life and I’m not so sure it’s been working out all that well for me. Plus it might just be impossible for me to resist so much pleasure from this man.
I arch my back towards him signaling my desire. “A very good decision Ms. Adams.” His breath gets heavier at the sign of my submission. He pins both of my hands behind my back and slowly kisses the entire side of my neck. My body is already on fire and he’s only just begun. And I can feel my crotch getting wetter by the second.
He digs his teeth into my neck with just the right amount of depth. “Ooh.” I let out a small moan signaling my need for more of him.
With that he turns me around to face him. His eyes are the deepest blue I could ever imagine. His gaze is powerful, intimidating, and comforting all at once. Our lips join and our tongues perform the ultimate dance. His kissing is perfect. More than perfect. And more than lustful. This is crazy. I can’t possibly fall for this guy. Yet there is something more than just sex happening between us.
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