Everything He Desires (Bookkeeper for the Billionaire #1)(3)
Author: Thalia Frost

I nodded, unsure if he even wanted me to do that. It was as if I were watching myself from outside my body. All the responses I’d thought of were useless now. I wanted Rock Weldon, as ridiculous as such an idea was for a woman like me. The question was how far would I go to see what he wanted?

“Do you trust me?”

I just swallowed.

“You can speak. I need to know what type of person you are. Do you take things on faith? Do you live by your gut like I do? That’s how I’ve made my fortune.” His lips brushed my ear, and a shiver slammed through me.

“I—I don’t know you.”

“But do you trust me? I need you to do that.” The voice was hard like an unmoving stone.

“I’ll try.”

“You’ll have to do more than try. Show me by letting me do what I desire to you. The first moment I saw you out there, I forgot about Ms. Phelps.” Rock chuckled. “I didn’t care who you were. I was going to have you as my bookkeeper.”

The way he said the word made it sound dirty, and my legs threatened to buckle.

“Steady there.” He touched me then, pressing his body against mine. His erection was smashed hard against my ass.

Anyone could see us. I knew the party wasn’t over yet. My cheeks burned with embarrassment and need.

As if he’d read my mind, he said, “I don’t care if people can see us. Your job is to do what I say, when I say it—that is, if you want the job. Understood?”

Somehow the words weren’t unkind. His tone was firm but gentle, and I wanted to do what he asked, what he demanded.

I nodded, my head spinning with the intoxicating scent of him, like cedar and spices off a hot, dry desert. And I was thirsty for him and for a job. But mostly for him. I’d have done anything he said for free at that moment.

His warm hand slithered up inside the back of my dress. I had to stifle a cry. I panted as he yanked my hose down past my ass.

“So what if they see?” He taunted me, his tongue licking the shell of my ear.

I moaned softly, resisting the urge to press against his hard cock.

He worked my panties down past my ass with one hand. Rock was definitely talented. He slid his hand under me and his fingers were inside me.

I closed my eyes, feeling like I would pass out as he explored my wet folds. His fingers teased my cl*t as the others worked inside me. Just as I found myself on the edge of orgasm, my breath coming in quiet gasps, he slowed the circular motion of his fingers down.

“Not yet.”

I groaned, unable to stop myself.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

I bit my lip, pleasure zinging through me as he started the slow circling of my cl*t again with his finger, his other digits sliding in and out of my pu**y. I couldn’t hold back much longer.

“It’s alright. You can come for me now.”

I whimpered. Stopping my orgasm would have been impossible anyway. His fingers moved in a fast rhythm, and I reached my peek. I shouted softly, my world exploding into little pieces.

His hand slowed, and he extricated it.

I grasped the balcony, feeling like I would collapse. When was the last time I’d had an orgasm like that?

Never.

He moved to my side. I couldn’t look at him.

“You follow directions well. You’re hired.”

I stared at him then, my mouth open. Hired for what? I couldn’t form the words. I was still dazed and out of breath. I swallowed hard.

“I guess I need to know your name for tax purposes.” A small smile played about his sensuous lips.

His eyes were definitely clear green.

“Lacey. Lacey Pate.” I whispered my name.

“Congratulations, Lacey. We’ll see how long you last. Take the cab you find out front and I’ll send word of your first assignment tomorrow.”

I just stood there as he walked back inside.

* * * *

Somehow I made it to the cab which was waiting outside, just as he’d said it would be. No one gave me any funny looks, but my head swam at the thought of what he’d done to me in plain sight, how he’d touched me, and what I wanted him to do to me now.

All the way home, I puzzled it out. Was he serious? Or was this just something he did to unattached women at parties to give them a thrill?

I gave up trying to figure it out. I just wouldn’t get my hopes up. I’d continue on with my life and not expect him to contact me, even though he’d said he would.

When I got home, I slept like the dead, in spite of how keyed up I’d been with Rock Weldon.

* * * *

Loud pounding on my apartment door exploded into my consciousness. I groaned, my hangover evident. I’d had more wine than I thought, and then there was Rock Weldon…

“Oh my god. Rock Weldon.” I leapt out of bed, frantically searching for anything to put on. Cotton shorts and a t-shirt were it. “It can’t be him,” I murmured.

Another knock came.

I ran to the door as quietly as I could and looked out the peephole. Not Rock but a man and a limousine in my driveway.

This could not be happening. I gulped and eased the door open.

“Ms. Pate?” The man smiled.

“Yes?”

“I’m Rob Forrester, a driver for Mr. Weldon.”

I clung to the door to keep from falling down. “I see.”

He smiled as if I were a bit slow. “He’s here to fetch you. He’s waiting in the limousine. He said to grab your keys and a few incidentals. Don’t worry about clothing and come along.”

I just stared at him.

“Miss?”

“Yes.” I looked at the limousine. I couldn’t see anything through the tinted windows. Was Rock Weldon really in there?

“Mr. Weldon doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

“Oh, right.” I shut the door in Mr. Forrester’s face and scurried through my small apartment. I grabbed an old suitcase and threw a toothbrush, makeup, and a few sets of clothing in it.

I just couldn’t leave with nothing to wear. After all, I had no idea where I was going. I punched in Alma’s number on my phone, praying she’d pick up at work.

“Hey!”

“Alma, can’t talk now. Will you check on the apartment for me in a few days if I need you to?”

“Sure. Is everything okay?”

“Just fine.”

“You sound flustered.”

“I am, but I’m okay.”

“Alright. Take care of yourself where ever you’re going. And call me one way or the other. I’m worried about you after last night. You’re acting so strangely.” Alma sighed.

“I’m fine. Really. I’ll call you soon.” I pressed end and slid my feet into my flipflops.

Here goes nothing.

I opened the front door. Mr. Forrester was still waiting.