Not Daddy Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 2)

“No. Only the ones that make me hot as hell and crazy for them. But I don’t usually mix business with pleasure.”

Oh no. His words weren’t supposed to affect me like this—I was supposed to treat him coldly—but I couldn’t.

“I want you, Rebecca. And I’ve decided to hire you. I need someone like you on my team.”

“Is that because you want me?”

He smiled. “No. It’s because you are competent and have experience. On top of that, you are motivated and ambitious.”

“You didn’t even see my CV.”

“I don’t need to. I already believe in your quality."

Oh.

“Okay,” I replied, still not believing he would hire me after all.

“But I have only one condition.”

My heart dropped. Of course. “Yes?”

“I will hire you if you are willing to submit to all my wishes.”

My pulse sped up instantly, and I almost swayed under the wave of lust. Shit. I couldn’t believe his words actually affected me like this.

I moved my eyes over his face, drinking in his every line and spot on his perfect face. I was losing this battle against my desire.

Ugh, I was so torn and annoyed with myself right now.

I couldn’t deny it. I wanted him. I wanted him badly.

On the other hand, I wanted this project too.

He was so insolent. He was gorgeous.

I sighed, knowing I had to give this—whatever this was—a shot. He’d already apologized and he was willing to give me this job. I couldn’t miss this opportunity.

“Okay,” I muttered, my eyes downcast.

“Okay?”

I raised my eyes and found his—the excitement and challenge written in them. “Okay. I accept your condition.”

He grinned widely. He raised his finger and placed it on my jaw, tracing it slowly. His eyes were trained on those places he touched and I was surprised with the raw desire I found in them. I swallowed again, feeling tingles all over my skin.

He dropped his hand, meeting my eyes again. “Consider yourself hired, Ms. Harris.”

6

Charles

As soon as I got home after work, I went in to shower. I was feeling unusually tense. I took the soap as I let the hot stream of water cover me. All I could think about was Rebecca.

Damn it. She really got under my skin. I was surprised when I heard she was an interior designer. I felt so irritated with myself for thinking even for a second that she was my competition.

I had to admit, I was completely turned on when she talked about her previous work. I could clearly see the passion and determination in her eyes. Rebecca was really driven and focused on her goals, and that made me appreciate her even more. She was beautiful and extremely smart, and I was still in awe.

Okay, I had to admit, insulting her by mentioning those blowjobs had been really low of me. She didn’t deserve that and I had no idea why I’d let my moodiness get the best of me. I just knew I wanted her badly, and when she defied me, well then I just wanted to own her. It was as simple as that.