Please don’t let her be a bullshitter looking for a sugar daddy.
“It’s complicated.”
“Life’s complicated,” I retorted. “Tell me about it.”
Belle sighed and arched her back which gave me a better idea of what she had under that blouse. My cock twitched again between my thighs and I resituated myself in an attempt to keep my bulge from being too obvious. But the pressure was growing, as was my desire for her.
“Let’s just say I was the victim of a very evil competitor,” she said. “So, now I’m working to build up what was taken from me.”
I had to laugh. “You know, I completely understand that,” I told her. “If I had to count the number of times somebody has fucked me over…well, let’s just say we’d be here a while.”
Belle smiled back at me and shifted in her chair. There was something intriguing about her. Where did this confidence come from? It was rare to even meet men who were so sure of themselves, and it honestly had me almost as excited as her beautiful body did.
Does she have a man?
The thought angered me and my hands tightened on the arms of my chair.
“So what about your personal life?” I asked. “Married? Kids?”
Belle gave me a strange look. “Why does that matter? This is a housekeeping position, right?”
“Of course,” I smiled. “I’ve been turning down sugar babies all evening. I just want to know what your availability will be should I need you. If you have kids, husband, a complicated life, that could conflict with your schedule—”
“I’m single,” she replied.
Not for long.
My beauty stirred and got to her feet.
“Whenever you need me, Mr. McLaren,” she said.
Damn right, I thought as my dick swelled to its full size. “You have my resume and my contact information, if you would like to discuss this further with me—”
She opened the door but I was on my feet and at her side in a flash. I pressed it shut and stared into her gorgeous green eyes.
“Where are you going?” I asked her. She opened her mouth to speak but only a soft sigh came out. “We barely got started.”
“Mr. McLaren—”
“Call me Alden, please,” I told her. “Mr. McLaren was my father.”
I leaned closer to her, close enough to smell her sweetness and feel the heat from her body. It took every ounce of my strength to not snatch her into my arms. I wondered if she could see the bulge in my pants so she would know what she was doing to me.
She actually leaned in closer and her gaze moved from my eyes to my lips.
“I want you,” I told her. Her eyes widened. “When can you start?”
“You…you want me?” she whispered. “For your housekeeper or for…something else?”
“Why can’t it be both?” I asked.
I leaned in and kissed her and when our lips met, I almost lost control. My hands found her hips, and as I was about to pull her closer to me, she actually leaned in and pressed her body against mine.
I was right…I thought as I felt her breasts against my chest. They were big, soft but firm at the same time, and I knew then that this girl was mine. She had to be. I could never let her slip away from me.
But just as I began to pull her closer, she broke our embrace and leapt back and put a hand over her lips like I’d shocked her.
“I—I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “That was very unprofessional of me.”