Lucy? Are you interested in discussing the position further?”
The blonde licked his shaft clean as I watched, my head spinning.
“I, uh, uh…”
“I have a contract I’m sure you’d like to look over,” he said, tucking his still-hard cock back into his pants and adjusting himself. “If you’d like to move forward.”
I released the blonde’s head and moved back a step, suddenly feeling dizzy. This was all too crazy, too fast, too much.
Then again, I needed a job, and fast, or I was going to be in some serious shit. I didn’t even have a place to stay, for God’s sake!
“Okay,” I squeaked.
“Yes? Excellent!”
He clapped his hands together, his eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Leave us,” he said, still looking at me.
For a moment, I hesitated, and turned to gather my clutch from the wingback.
What the hell? Mixed signals much?
The blonde woman stood, grinning from ear to ear, although her eyes were lowered. She jogged out of the room without even pulling her dress up, pert breasts bouncing on her way out. The door shut with a quiet click behind her.
“Lucy.”
Mr. Alastor grabbed my wrist, and for a moment, I froze, suddenly afraid. He was strong—stronger than he looked, even, and he was tall, his shoulders broad.
“Not you. Please… Won’t you sit?”
I nodded, my eyes wide. However, instead of letting me go back to the wingback, he led me back to his chair, and pulled me onto his knee. I sat there, my body stiff, arousal and worry fighting for dominance inside of me.
God, he smells incredible…
“I can have my standard contract sent to you tonight,” he said, his cool eyes locked on mine. “Where are you staying, currently?”
I looked down at my hands, folded in my lap, and tried to ignore the warmth and hardness of his muscular thigh below me; the feel of his breath on my neck as he spoke.
“I… I’m not sure yet. I was going to call around to some hotels after our meeting.”
“Then, please allow me. I have a standing reservation at the Waldorf. Give them my card, and they’ll show you up immediately.”
“But, I-“
“Haven’t accepted the job yet?”
He smiled at me, then, and for a moment, the sternness disappeared, and he was as beautiful as an angel, his eyes almost boyish as they filled with mirth.
“Don’t worry one moment about that, Lucy. You are my guest. No strings attached.”
His hand stroked my lower back, and I leaned a little into his touch, when I should have been running for the door. But the feel of his long fingers through the thin fabric of my dress felt too good, and he was still smiling at me in a way that made me feel like I was Icarus, flying too close to the sun… I couldn’t tear myself away, no matter how many warning sirens were blaring in my mind.
“Besides, how else am I going to get you that paperwork ASAP? I need an assistant immediately, Lucy, and I’m hoping once you see my terms and requirements, you’ll be comfortable enough to start tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow??”
“Yes, of course,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper as his eyes roamed my body. “Why wait if the fit is right? I need your help, and I’m sure you wouldn’t mind the security.”
“I… I guess.”
The scent of him was making me feel weak in the knees, and suddenly, I wondered if he could smell me, too. If he knew how wet I was. If he could feel it through his pant leg, or if he would smell it on his clothes and know my dirty little secret.
“Then it’s all settled,” he said. “My car will take you to the Waldorf straight away. Please expect the contract within the hour, dear Lucy.”
He stood, then, setting me on my feet as if I weighed nothing. He took my hand in his and pressed a kiss to my skin, his lips soft and warm. I shivered beneath his touch.
“It has been a pleasure to see you again,” he said, his eyes shining brightly in the firelight. “Call me as soon as you have an answer, at any time of