Jessica Hunter's life was turned upside down when she lost her job and had to take a new one waiting tables in a swanky Yacht Club for the rich.
She loathed the rich and hated waiting on them but that wouldn't stop her from taking an offer from the man that she may not be able to resist.
Rich Nathan Ross may be the one man who can change her mind about her situation. That is...if she does Anything He Wishes.
Realizing I have fallen under his spell, I scurried to find my senses. I wiggled my way free of his grip and backed away to the opposite corner of the room.
"I never said I would agree to THAT!"
"Really? So what are you agreeing to then?" His voice was heavy with sarcasm and his hair had been loosely tousled, creating a curl that sat on his forehead like an Elvis photo.
"The way I see it, you are in a bit of a bind. If you want to keep your job, then you spend the next week with me, doing what I want, when I want, and HOW I want."
He moved closer and closer as he spoke, backing me into the corner.
"You will do anything I wish."
Flustered, I was both excited and frustrated. "That's blackmail!"
I couldn't deny that I wanted what he was offering, even if it didn't make sense to take the offer so easily. My common sense said run, but all the rest of my senses wanted more of what this man offered. There was something about him that I couldn't place my finger on that made me trust him. Some kind of familiarity that I struggled to connect with.
With a mischievous look in his eyes, he backed away then turned and opened the door. "Very well. Good luck finding a new job."
As he started out the door, my future flashed before my eyes. What the heck was I going to do? I can't afford to lose this job, dammit!
"Wait!" I called out, just as the door was about to close. He paused, opening the door and leaned into the room with an almost hopeful glint in his eyes.
I motioned for him to come back into the room.
"So what again would I have to do?" I uttered uneasily.
He closed the door behind him, locking it. Slinkily, he moved closer to me, reaching his hands up behind my head and gently grabbing hold of my hair.
Without asking my permission he quickly took control. I was putty in his hands as I opened my neck up to him. The heat of his lips grazed my neck as his teeth pinched a small bit, scraping my tender skin.
My thoughts were betraying me. How could I let this happen? Why do I feel safe trusting him with my livelihood? But he is oh-so-good and I don't want this to stop.
He brought his lips up to mine as he breathed his response into me.
"Anything I Wish."
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Published September 17, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.