Everything He Demands (Bookkeeper for the Billionaire #3)(4)
Author: Thalia Frost

“Thanks, Luigi. I’ll call you about tomorrow.”

“I’ll be ready, sir. Good night.” Luigi tipped his hat and walked back around to the driver’s side of the limo.

Rock’s hand was at my back. “Let’s get inside. You can get a shower. I have to get to work immediately.”

“All right.” A shower sounded amazing.

Before he could open the door, a butler appeared. “Mr. Weldon! Welcome back.”

“Hello, Alphonse. Good to see you.”

“Likewise, sir. Is there anything you need?” The distinguished older man’s voice was soft and reassuring.

“We’ll have a bottle of the 1895 red and one of the 1920 white in my room. Just leave it there.” Rock smiled. “By the way, this is Ms. Pate, my bookkeeper.”

“Pleased to meet you, signorina.” The man bowed low.

“I’m happy to meet you, too, Alphonse.” I liked him immediately.

“Please show Ms. Pate to the guest suite down the hall from mine.” Alphonse nodded and grabbed my suitcase and Rock’s.

“This way.”

I gave one glance back toward Rock, but he was already pulling his cell phone out.

This might get pretty lonely.

But at least I’d have some time with my own thoughts…before I became engaged to Rock Weldon the next day.

My heels clacked on marble flooring. Gold, white and red dazzled my eyes. The foyer and everything about the place was immense and grand.

“This way, Ms. Pate.” Alphonse led me up a sweeping staircase.

I gasped at impressionist paintings that I knew were originals. My skin prickled at the reality of my situation.

I hope I don’t screw this up. It could make my life…after this year is over.

He stopped near the end of the second floor. I could see another flight of stairs above us. “Your room, Ms. Is there anything you need? My wife will be up to draw your bath in a few minutes.”

“Thank you. There’s nothing else. Good night.” I smiled, awkward in telling a servant what to do.

“Very well. Have a pleasant evening.” He bowed and left, leaving me to gape at the room I’d been ushered into.

Romantic seemed too soft a word for it. Gauzy white hung over the immense bed, a lovely, gossamer canopy. The windows were trimmed in similar material, and every surface was gleaming and feminine.

I let out a little “oh” at the vanity on one end of the huge bedroom. I sat before it, fingering the silver brush and mirror set and Dior and Chanel perfumes. My breath came in great gasps.

A knock sounded on the door, and I jumped up, feeling like a guilty intruder.

“Ms.? May I come in and unpack your things and run your bath?”

“Oh, yes. Please.” I smoothed my dress, catching my disheveled reflection in the vanity mirror.

A heavyset, older woman bustled in. “You would like a bath or a shower?”

“A bath would be lovely.”

She nodded. “I’ll be just a minute.”

I crossed the room to the huge window that looked out onto the city. The piazza lay beneath me.

“I can’t believe this,” I whispered.

My bliss was clouded only by the memory of Rock’s nervousness and worry.

Just what will I be working on while I’m here?

* * * *

Moments later, my clothing was stowed in a huge walk-in closet and a chifferobe. A hot bath waited for me. The shower was huge in the marble tiled bathroom, white just as my room was. My reflection stared back at me from all angles, mirrors on the sides of the room.

The man does like his mirrors.

The tub was more like a huge sauna, and the jets were on low.

I sank into the heated bliss with a moan.

“My God, this is amazing.” I ducked my head under water and came back up, feeling refreshed.

An array of shampoos, bath gels, and other things lay on a large, silver tray attached to the sauna.

“I have my pick. Beats the hell out of all things dollar store.” I shook my head, marveling at my new life.

It’s just for a year. Don’t get too used to it.

The little voice in my head wouldn’t shut up.

“Be quiet. I’m going to enjoy this moment.” I washed my hair, groaning with pleasure.

The only thing that could make this moment better would be Rock Weldon walking in with nothing on but a smile.

My pulse quickened at the thought.

“Lacey.”

I almost died when I heard his voice outside. There was no question when he spoke my name. He would come in and do what he wanted with me.

I couldn’t speak as heat rushed to my pu**y and my ni**les tightened under the water.

“I found a minute to slip away from the phone calls and business.” He walked in, na**d and wearing nothing but a small smile.

His c**k was already pressed against his stomach, hard. He held something pink and long in one hand. A vibrator.

My God. The libido on this man…

Not that I was complaining. I admired the dark hair on his chest that made a trail to his stiff prick.

“Mind if I climb in with you? I’m dirty.” He winked at me, and goosebumps broke out on my flesh.

“Go ahead,” I whispered. I couldn’t have said no if I’d wanted to.

He climbed in, flexing powerful biceps. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on the man if I’d wondered about that.

His arms around me made me sigh. His lips demanded all of me as he kissed me with an urgency that surprised me.

“Are you on the pill, Lacey?” He surprised me with the question.

“Yes, I have been for years…more for female reasons.”

“Good. I don’t want to use protection. Do you trust me?” He nipped at my ear, and I whimpered.

“That you’re disease free? How would I know?”

“I am. As I said, I don’t sleep around or have a variety of lovers. I’m sort of known for my reclusive nature with women, even though the public thinks something different. That’s fine by me. Makes it easier to be who I really am and have my privacy.” He slid his hands down my body. “Who cares what people think when you’re running the show?”

His fingers worked at my ni**les, rubbing and teasing until I arched against him, feeling his c**k between my legs. He pulled me on his waist, on top of him as he sat back.

“Please,” I said, aware of the pathetic tone of my voice.

“What?” He cocked his head before running a trail of kisses down my neck. His erection nudged at my pu**y. “I want you, Lacey, and you’re going to wait for me to f**k you long and slow this time. I like the first time to be special.”

I said nothing, unable to speak. My throat was thick with longing. He’d done me in the ass and all sorts of other things to me, but he’d held out on fully taking me until now.