Resist

“I’m into many different things, Charlotte. Can I call you that?”

I nod, forcing myself to hold his eye contact.

“You are right in that I do have very specific tastes. I don’t date. I don’t chase. I hire women to fulfill specific needs, they do their job, and then they get paid. It’s a clear-cut, simple business relationship. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“What kind of tastes are we talking about?” I ask, my face heating.

He laughs. “Nothing illegal, Charlotte, and nothing you can’t handle. Provided you are able to keep an open mind, you’ll do fine. How would you describe yourself sexually?” he asks, lifting his eyebrows.

“I’d say I am willing to explore,” I reply evenly, my gaze locked on his. I decide to elaborate, realizing it’s probably to my advantage to be honest about my lack of experience. “Until now, my sex life has been pretty substandard. But that’s not by choice. I think about sex a lot, and I fantasize about how different things would feel. My mind can go to very dark places when I’m alone,” I admit, my face flaming.

His dark eyes twinkle as he ponders my answer, and I can tell he’s amused. Eventually he nods, bringing his hands together on his desk. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No. Not since I caught him sleeping with someone else two weeks ago,” I try to joke.

He raises his eyebrows as I try unsuccessfully to read his expression.

“I don’t prohibit any of my girls from dating. A boyfriend is fine, so long as it doesn’t interfere with your performance.”

I lower my head at the word performance, trying to contain my embarrassment. If I can’t even handle his talking to me in such a direct way, how the hell am I going to handle whatever else he has in mind—if I even get the job? I’m competing with 330 other women, apparently.

“Do you have any questions for me, Ms. Lucas?” he asks, interrupting my thoughts.

I have plenty—like What the hell am I getting myself into?—but instead I shake my head. I don’t want to jeopardize my chances by being too nosy. There’ll be plenty of time for questions later.

“Good.” He nods. “A few other things: I expect you to dress professionally at all times—similar to what you’re wearing now will be fine—and when I ask you to see me, please don’t be late. Also, I will need you to start tomorrow.”

“Does this mean I have the job?” I ask, my voice shaking.

“This means you have been successful in gaining a trial. After two weeks, if we’re both happy, then we’ll make the arrangement more permanent. You’ll work on a rotating roster, five days on, two days off. I expect you to reside here on the days you work, but you’re free to do as you like on your days off. How does that sound?”

Honestly? It scares the fuck out of me.

“Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Murphy. I won’t let you down.” I put out my hand, which he takes, his long, thick fingers grasping mine as those dark eyes watch me. I jump at the feel of his touch, and even more so as his eyes penetrate me. I want to look away, but those eyes have me mesmerized.

“I know you won’t,” he responds. “I’m looking forward to working with you.”

This has been the most confusing job interview ever, and I get the feeling that even though I think I’m ready for this, I really have

no idea what I’m in for. His grip on my hand loosens, allowing me to pull away. I smile shyly and walk toward the door. I can feel his gaze burning into me.

“Oh, and Charlotte?”

I turn around, my heart jumping into my throat. He makes me so damn nervous.

“You won’t be requiring any underwear.”

Chapter 3

Jaxon

The moment I walked into the living room and saw her sitting there, I knew she was my girl. She was exactly what I was looking for, and I hope she proves me right.

There was something so innocent about her, but at the same time I could tell she was stubborn. She had a spark, and I can’t wait to find out what she’s capable of—and what she’s capable of putting up with.

The way her bright eyes darted around the room whenever I spoke to her made my cock twitch. I can’t wait to wrap my hands around that long, dark hair and force myself down her throat.

God, those lips. Every time she spoke all I could do was imagine them around my cock, her wide eyes on mine, that beautiful body on display just for me—well, not always just for me. She’s an interesting girl. There was something about her that made me wonder how open she was being about her past, but I let it slide.