“Oh, okay…” she says simply as I close the door behind her. I don’t say anything; I just watch again. Most girls’ eyes light up right now as they start to imagine the big score they’ve just made. If they can just lock me down, the rest of their lives will be taken care of.

But I don’t see any of that in Desiree’s eyes. In fact, she almost looks uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

She shakes her head and smiles at me. “No, nothing.”

“What?” I press.

“I just—I’ve just never seen anything like this before,” she says as she tries to take it all in – the marble floor, the grand piano under the spiral staircase, and the crystal chandelier hanging overhead. “Except on TV…has your house been on TV?”

“Never,” I laugh. “I wouldn’t want it to be. Despite who I am, I’m a pretty private guy.”

“Despite who you are?” she asks.

“Do you want a million dollars?” I ask. I study her reaction, looking for the signs. But I see none. She responds almost instantly.

“What? No.”

“Why not?” I shrug, my desire for her growing with every second.

“I don’t know,” she replies, sounding indignant. It’s like she’s offended by me even asking the question. “It just wouldn’t feel right. I want to work for my money.”

I can’t believe it. I’ve found my dream girl.

“Work for it…” I muse as I start to salivate. My cock’s screaming to be unleashed. Her innocence has me steaming. I’m feeling like an animal with an overpowering desire to breed. Desiree is a real woman. I bet she’d be an incredible mother.

It’s time to seal the deal.

“Come with me,” I tell her. I take her by the hand and feel a rush of blood between my legs at the touch of her soft skin and the warmth of her body. I can’t wait to get my face between her legs. I bet she smells like a fucking goddess.

This is the first time I’ve brought a girl to the house and not been thinking about when she’d be leaving. Even the thought of Desiree leaving to go home enrages me. This is where she belongs, and this is where she’s going to stay.

I reach into the top desk drawer and pull out my tablet. I quickly unlock it and open to the contract I’ve had prepared. Her eyes move from mine to the screen, but I keep watching her. I’m completely entranced by her beauty…her sexiness. It’s nearly impossible to keep my hands off her, because I know that once I have ahold of her, I’ll never be able to let her go.

5

Desiree

“What is this?” I ask. I know very well what it is; I just have to say something to break the tension.

“An employment contract,” he replies. I can tell by the tone of his voice that he completely understands what I’m doing. He’s a smart man, which leads me to my next question.

“Who are you, Caleb? This is…this is so much money. You could hire someone for way less…”

“Caleb Rawls,” he says. “Of Rawls Incorporated. Ever heard of me?”

I know that I probably should have, but I haven’t. I shake my head, which strangely causes him to smile.

“I’m the CEO of a large media company,” he explains. “Online advertising, traffic analysis, brand building. Things like that.”

“So you’re rich…?” It’s the kind of question you really aren’t supposed to ask someone, but right now, I need to know.

Caleb shrugs and runs a hand through his hair. “That all depends. Is three billion rich to you?”

My jaw almost falls off. Three billion? My eyes dart around the lavish office – the rich wood paneling, the desk that probably cost more than my car, and out the door to the lavish foyer and piano. The home is definitely worth tens of millions of dollars…

“A b—billionaire?” I ask. “Are you serious?”


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