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longer yet? It looks like I’m going to need another suit!”

 
     
    BOOK 2:

SERVICES
PURCHASED

Desperately needing money, Anna has taken up Jacob’s offer of short term work. Tall, dark and drop dead gorgeous, Anna knew Jacob was trouble the moment he stepped out of the change room.
    Now, several days later, Anna is dealing with the aftermath. Her body and her head are both telling her different things. When she discovers his deepest, darkest secret, which one does she trust?
     

CHAPTER ONE
     
     
    “So I still don’t know what to call myself,” I said. “Personal assistant? Fashion advisor? Sex-with-benefits friend?” Prostitute? The thought came unbidden, though I knew instinctively that our experience in the suit shop had been more than that.
    We were in Jacob King’s office, a palatial affair that took up more space than somebody could ever need, on the top floor of one of the many sky rises that he apparently owned. Floor to ceiling windows lined one side of the office, a huge desk dominated most of one end.
    He sighed. “You still want to do this? Work for me? Can’t you just, I don’t know, take my credit card and start enjoying life?”
    I shook my head stubbornly. He just didn’t get it. Didn’t get that while money meant nothing to him, it meant everything to me. My house, my car, my life was on the line and I was desperate for cash. So desperate I worried I might do anything to dig myself out.
    Meeting the man of my dreams – rich, charming, handsome – should have been a good thing, the answer to all my problems. But instead I was subjecting my actions to a long, constant analysis, searching out my motives, doubting my every move. I’d decided a long time ago that I would never sell my soul for cash, and now, faced with the prospect of overwhelming wealth, I was deathly afraid that was just what I was doing. “I need money, but I don’t need charity. Please.”
    He walked over to his desk, a huge old thing that was paneled in oak all the way to the floor. “Well I guess I can see you sitting here, dressed in a short skirt… no panties…” He looked at me, an impish grin on his lips. “What do you think, personal sex slave? I promise it would be worth the money.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Firstly, you wouldn’t see anything because you’ve got better taste than to get a desk that shows the legs of anyone that sits at it. Dressing sans panties would be useless.”
    “So I’ll get a new desk,” he said immediately.
    “And second, be serious! I’m not a gold digger. I want to work for my money and not,” I shot him a look, “ in that way .”
    He sat on his desk, then reached over and pulled me into his lap. “I get it,” he said, eyes warm. “I really do. It’s one of the reasons I lo...” he coughed, “like you.”
    He paused, as if searching for the right words. “It’s just this, this whirlwind that’s swept us both up. I want to take care of you – look after you. It pains me to see you troubled when I can do something about your needs so easily!”
    Was it possible to fall in love with someone this quickly? I ran a finger down his strong, muscular arm. “You do take care of my needs, trust me.”
    His body responded immediately to my touch. “Maybe I could take care of them right now, on this desk,” he whispered.
    I shivered as his breath sent currents of electricity shooting through my body. If I closed my eyes I could see him, naked before me. Those perfect abs. The solid, broad pecs. The thick, toned arms. My mouth was suddenly dry, thirsty for his kiss.
    I jumped back with a force of will I hadn’t known I possessed. “You have a meeting.”
    “I’ll cancel.”
    I shook my head. “You can’t. You said it was important.”
    He ran his hands through his hair again. “You’re right. Much as I hate to admit it, it is.”
    “What’s it about?” I asked curiously.
    He stood up, rounding his desk to start gathering paperwork. “Just a merger. A company