face of his pressure.
Brody smiled now. He pulled out his phone, and began texting for a brief time. “They’re being drawn up as we speak,” he said, a moment later.
“You can email them to me,” Chloe told him. “I’m going home.”
“They’ll be ready within the hour,” Brody told her. His smile faded. “And if you leave, I won’t email them. The job offer will be rescinded if you disobey my order to stay.”
“So that’s how you treat employees? Even if I’m sick, I can’t go home to recover?”
“You’re not sick.”
“I might be sick.”
“But you aren’t.” His green eyes were closing in on her now. He was moving closer, closer, his body seductive and frightening all at once.
“You don’t know what I feel.”
“I know you’re scared,” he said. His voice was completely confident, assured of his own knowledge and power. “You’re frightened because this is a big change, a big step for you.”
“What do you really want from me?” Chloe said suddenly.
Brody stopped moving. His eyes narrowed. “What?”
“You heard me.” She took a deep breath, knowing this would open up new lines of attack. But she was ready to go on the offensive now. “You know nothing about me, about my qualifications. Yet you offer me a job, you take me to a fancy restaurant, and now back to your penthouse apartment. This isn’t a normal job.”
“I’m not a normal man.”
“But what do you really want from me? Besides the job?”
Brody’s lip twitched again. “I don’t like the tone of voice you’re using with me, Chloe. You work for me.”
“You keep saying that,” she told him, “but I don’t yet.”
“Keep talking like this, and you’ll talk your way out of a second job today. And then where will you be?”
That stung. She bit her lower lip before gathering her courage for another assault. “You still haven’t answered me,” Chloe said softly.
Brody stared at her a long time. “Ask me again, but be sure you really want the answer.”
Chloe felt the pressure once more in her chest, expanding, pushing, collapsing into her lungs so she could barely breathe. “What do you want from me?” she asked, almost a whisper.
Brody stepped closer once again, and she was reminded of him doing what he did best as a boxer—going for the kill.
His voice was throaty, growling his intention. “I want to own you completely, Chloe.” His breath was on her cheek as he leaned closer, his mouth inches from her skin. “I’m going to mark you as mine— my territory . And I’m going to do it my way, which means I will make you take everything I can possibly give. All of it—every last drop, until you are mine and mine alone.”
Chloe felt her entire body shudder with the sheer intensity of need that his words provoked in her. “Oh, God,” she whispered, as he reached out and traced his fingertips down the length of her arm, grabbing her wrist forcefully.
“Now you know what I want,” Brody said, his lips nearly on hers, but still not touching.
“Why do you want to hire me? I mean…you’re talking about something…something else,” she said, her legs shaking. She was losing it, losing her tenuous hold on the situation.
Brody Hawk wants me. And I want him so badly, I’d do anything—I’d do it all right this very second .
“You need a job, and I’m a fair man,” Brody said. “Besides, if you’re to be traveling with me, you’ll need a position to justify your accompanying me everywhere .”
“Okay,” she said, nodding as if anything he said had made sense.
“Okay?” he replied, squeezing her wrist more tightly and dragging her body into his. Now she could feel the front of his body against her, pressing into her. She could feel his enormous bulge pushing into her lower belly.
She’d never before felt the body of a man that was so intense, so physically fit, every muscle was defined, every movement could be felt—he was more animal predator than he was
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