“As a heart attack,” he replies. “But that’s a story for another time. What I need you to do now is sign the contract.”
He takes my hand and moves it to the tablet, causing me to briefly come to my senses. This is something a lawyer should be here for, but I sign it anyway. It’s almost like I’m watching myself do it. For some strange reason, I feel like it’s the right thing to do – like I’m safe in his hands.
Somehow I know that Caleb would never hurt me.
When I’m finished, Caleb slaps the cover on the tablet shut, sets it aside, and looks down on me with a look that lets me know exactly what he’s thinking: he owns me now. I expect him to kiss me, but he doesn’t. He takes my hand again and leads me
from the office.
“Where are we going?” I ask. We’re walking straight toward an enormous abstract painting on the wall, swirling lines of blues and orange.
“I have to go over your position with you, don’t I?” he asks.
He stops in front of the painting, presses a hidden button in the frame, and the entire thing swings open to reveal a hidden elevator. The door slides open, and he pulls me inside. It’s just large enough for the two of us. He presses the B button and I feel a slight lurch in my stomach as the elevator descends. My stomach is already twisting itself into knots though, so it’s no big deal.
I feel his eyes on me the entire way down but don’t have the courage to look at him. This is all happening so fast. Yesterday I was worried about where my ma and I were going to live, and today I’m working for a billionaire for more money than I could ever imagine.
Who knew?
The elevator stops, and the door slides open to reveal a lavish garage filled with luxury cars. I don’t even know the names of any of them. The only one I recognize is a lime-green Lamborghini, and that’s only because I saw it in a YouTube prank video once.
“These are the cars you will be driving,” he explains as he leads me out of the elevator. Rows of soft lights click on above us.
I’m buzzing like I’m filled with electricity. Caleb’s grip is strong on my wrist, and I just naturally follow him as he leads me from car to car, explaining what each one is, when he uses them, and what I should be careful of when I drive them.
But to be honest, I’m not really listening. I know what’s on his mind, and I’m just waiting for it to happen. But the longer he continues to talk, the more I wonder if it’s really going to happen. Is it possible that yesterday’s kiss was just a slip-up on his part? A mistake? A man like Caleb must have countless women. Maybe he was just horny or wanted to show me that he can have whatever he wants, and then went home and had an orgy with a squad of models.
“Desiree?” I blink and look up at him as I realize he’s been talking, and I haven’t heard a single word.
“Sorry!” I blurt out. “Yes?”
“I said, do you have any questions?”
His eyes are blazing. Is it just my imagination, or is he radiating heat from his body?
His presence is overwhelming. It’s like my life has taken a back seat to his and I’m just waiting for what he’ll do next.
“No—” I start to reply, not wanting to tell him I haven’t heard a single thing he’s said. But apparently, that doesn’t matter to Caleb.
He slides his arm around me and lifts me to his lips like I weigh nothing. His other hand grabs my ass, and without thinking, I wrap my legs around him. His waist is strong. I can feel the abs against my thighs. As he kisses me, any hesitation I may have had is ripped away, leaving only raw desire.
I try not to think about whether or not he can feel my inexperience in my kisses and just let the moment wash over me. Caleb’s raw strength with which he holds me…the lust in his kisses…his strong hand on my ass. But just as I’m getting comfortable with the situation, he changes it up.
He sets me down, quickly grabs my hips, and spins me around. With a hand against my back, he bends me over the hood of the Lamborghini, and before I can react, snatches my pants down to my ankles.
“Fuck, look at that ass,” he growls. I’m so shocked and don’t know what to do that I try to glance over my shoulder at him, but when I do, I see him get down on his knees behind me.
“Caleb—” I start to say, but my voice is muted when he pulls my panties aside.
Holy shit…
I realize how wet I am as he slides a finger inside me. The sensation shocks me and causes me to cry out. I slump forward, my mouth hanging open, on the hood of the car as he starts to finger me.
The pleasure is overwhelming – beyond anything I could have imagined. But before I can even come to grips with what’s happening, Caleb takes it up a notch. He presses his tongue against my asshole.
“Oh, God!” I cry out again and slap both hands against the car and bite my lip as an unbelievable sensation courses through me. Wow, he’s really just going for it!
For a brief second, I’m completely horrified and almost tell him to stop. But I can’t. I can’t even speak as he slides another finger inside me. My eyes roll back in my head and I surrender to him.