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Chapter Four

One week later

“He’s still working for you,” Gale said.

Heat filled Petra’s face as she looked into the kitchen to see Drake making them dinner. She hadn’t called the cops, and he hadn’t walked out on her.

The last week alone had been like something out of a … movie. It had to be a movie, as this didn’t happen to her, ever.

Every single morning, she woke to him between her thighs, and she would be lying if she said she didn’t like it. He would make her come, and then for the entire day, he’d do these sweet things. The first was always making breakfast. He took care of her in the most basic of ways.

Breakfast was high up on the list. He’d call to make sure she had drinks and food, and took regular breaks.

He brought mail deliveries to her. There had been a couple of things, lingerie, she hadn’t ordered, but he’d presented them to her. Gifts? They had to be. Then of course was dinner. Each night they ate and he’d talk about her day and what he was doing, some of the jobs he’d been on. The security work he specialized in. She kept expecting him to ask for money for his company, but still nothing.

They didn’t have a single conversation about his company or how she could help him.

At night, she took a shower or bath, and he would join her in her bed, where he’d bring her to orgasm over and over again.

She didn’t even know how she’d been able to survive this long.

It was crazy. Insane.

But it had worked. She no longer felt … weird around him.

In fact, she was starting to grow bored with all the orgasms. No, not bored, hungry for more.

He would always disappear into the bathroom after he’d made her come multiple times and she’d hear him taking care of himself. Never once did he push her or ask her to do more than she could do. He knew her limits, and he appreciated them, allowing her to set them herself.

“He’s doing a really good job, Gale. I know what he’s doing and why. Don’t worry about it.”

“Honey, I do worry about it. You’re all alone out there in the middle of nowhere and I don’t like it.”

“It’s fine. Really.”

“It’s not fine,” Gale said. “I think you should come and give the penthouse a try again. I want to keep an eye on you. Protect you.”

“There’s nothing to worry about. I’ve got to go. Bye.”

She hung up and went into the kitchen. She turned off her cell phone and watched as Drake tossed a salad. “Do you like to cook?”

“I don’t mind it at all. You?”

“I don’t mind cooking. I mean, it’s easier than ordering in.”

He smiled. “I like cooking for you. You’re an easy person to feed.”

“Is that because I eat a lot?”

“You do realize I’m going to have to start smacking your ass each time you put yourself down. I don’t like it.”

“I’m still your boss.”

“You fired me.” He put his utensils down and advanced toward her. She refused to back up.

She gasped as he gripped her ass, pulling her close. His cock was once again hard. She hadn’t felt him flaccid at all.

“You won’t leave.”

“No. I guess that means I’m your man then, don’t I?”

“No, if you were my man, you’d fuck me.” She pressed her lips together. She hadn’t meant for that to come out. She didn’t know why she couldn’t control her mouth, but saying it, she meant it.

He was supposed to fuck her.

“Are you ready?” he asked. His lips went to her neck and she gasped as he sucked on her pulse.

Closing her eyes, she tried to think past the building need. Why did her body betray her like this? It was hard to focus on anything with him touching her, kissing her, driving her crazy and wild.

This was … wow.

“Ready for what?” she asked, realizing he was waiting for an answer to his question.

“Ready for my dick to finally take you. To slide between your wet folds and make you mine. Once your virgin pussy is on my cock, I own you,” he said.

If this was anyone else, she would slap them and tell them to fuck off.

“Yes,” she said. There was no point in denying or hiding it. She wanted him, and rather than put him off, she was going to take it, and him.

He leaned back and stared into her eyes. “Okay, then after dinner, I want you to go upstairs, take a nice, long bath, and I don’t want you to come out of the bathroom until I tell you.”

“Why?”

“You’re going to do exactly as I say.” He kissed the tip of her nose.

“Is that it?” she asked.

“It’s nowhere near it.”

He took her hand, leading her toward the dining room. She sat down at her spot and she looked at the space like she did every single time since he first licked her pussy. She always ate dinner now with her cheeks red and embarrassed.