After the young billionaire, Asher Landseer, asks Jessika for a potentially life-changing favor, she's confused as to what to do. Before they last parted ways, he told her to think about it overnight. Unfortunately, the only thing she can think about is him.
Was what they shared in his office just a game to him? Or did she somehow bring out the dominant, aggressive nature in the man in charge of Landseer Enterprises? His passion, his vigor, they intrigue her, and yet there's one thing she knows she can't forget. No matter how handsome Asher is, and no matter what happened yesterday, he has a wife.
When she meets with him in his restaurant of choice to discuss her decision to his request, she understands nothing will happen. Nothing -can- happen.
She yearns to learn more about him, yet she knows she shouldn't get too close. This is business, pure and simple. Except what is she supposed to do when things between them start heating up?
I watched him return to his spot, dumbfounded.
"I didn't mean to embarrass you," he said. "I apologize if you thought I did. I figured you wouldn't know what to order, and I'm used to ordering for the table, so I did. Everything will be delicious, I assure you. It's nothing too strange, either. And--" He paused for a second, his brow furrowing. "You can sit however you'd like. I know it's uncomfortable to sit seiza-style. My wife can't handle it for more than a few minutes, and you've been sitting like that for close to ten."
I wiped the tears from my eyes. Why was he so nice now? He acted so arrogant before, and he still had a certain sense of cockiness, but he was... nicer? I didn't know how to explain it, but he seemed easier to get along with now.
My legs did ache, too. I'd wanted to ignore it, to show him up, but I could barely feel them anymore; they were tingling, and most definitely asleep. I tried to move my feet to the side like he'd showed me before, but that didn't help.
"Stretch them out," Asher said. "Here, I'll sit to the side and do the same. That way we can both be comfortable."
"Alright," I said. I shifted to the side and he moved the opposite way, then we both put our legs straight out in front of us.
And, to my surprise, across the table from me, Asher took one of my feet in his hands. He moved it into his lap, then began massaging my calf, easing away the tingling sensation. I gasped, caught off guard, but he only smiled at me.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Shhh," he said.
(This captivating story of romance and submission is ~9,000 words in length)
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Published September 24, 2012
Romance, Erotica, Literature & Fiction.