LillyTwo days since I felt the most sinful touch that burned my skin.The memory lingered, my body remembered, despite the fact I tried to forget him. The entire last interview and how good those firm, rough hands felt on my skin. The whole incident played on repeat in my head - every touch, every kiss, his scent - during the day and night.His words haunted me, wondering what he meant by it. His comment about checking how my body responded to him lingered in the back of my mind. It wasn’t until a whole day later that his words finally sunk in.Stipulation of the second contract.My girls tucked into bed, I rushed to my office, my laptop still in the same spot I left it in when I printed out the first document. Clicking my email open, I double clicked the other attachment I never got around to.My eyes traveled over the second contract, widening with each sentence. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. The other duties of the job were clearly addressed here.Holy shit! This had to
LillyDressed in a dark navy button down, perfectly fitted suit, his walk shouted confidence to everyone without even having to open his mouth. Women gawked and men threw hesitant glances his way. He didn’t look like he belonged here with his tall frame and expensive three-piece-suit.And much to my reluctance, I had to admit that nobody ever wore a suit as good as this man. It highlighted his strong, muscular shoulders and his legs. I could just imagine their strength pushing against me. My stomach fluttered. What was it about this man that did this to me? He made me feel like a twenty-year-old virgin again.He stopped right next to us, his eyes on me.“Hello, ladies,” he greeted us, his eyes never wavering from me. His voice gave me shivers while remembering the words he murmured into my ear while his fingers snuck up my panties feeling my most sensitive skin. “I see you are having a good time. My apologies for interrupting.”He didn’t sound sorry at all.“You are way overdressed f
LillyStepping out of the car, I quickly pulled my hand from his. His touch overloaded my senses; he was just too much. Glancing around, I noted we were in the National Harbor area before my gaze landed on the building in front of us. Traveling up the architecture of the building, my hand shielded my eyes from the bright glare off the side before they settled on the large glass top.“The view must be fabulous up there,” I muttered more to myself.Washington D.C. was a fabulous city to visit when you had money. Yes, there were free museums to visit, but they gouged you when you grabbed lunch or brunch. Even snacks were outrageous. As such, I didn’t visit too much. Annapolis wasn’t exactly cheap, but compared to D.C., it was certainly affordable. Though, there were upscale restaurants that would empty your wallet easily with their price tag.Just like any other girl, I liked to be wined and dined. But I had given up on it a long time ago. The only expensive dining I got since my girls w
ChanceThat was an asshole move, I’d admit.After Byron delivered a detailed and in-depth background check, I finally understood this woman a bit better. Admired her even.“If you really want her,” Byron said, sipping his scotch, “-you have a way to blackmail her.”I skimmed through the documents. There was a lot more to Lilly Walker than met the eye. Daughter to immigrant parents, she spent a good part of her childhood in Croatia. After their death, she returned back to the States and went to college where she met her friends and her future husband.Her financial situation was stable and separate from her husband. Until she lost her job. Now, it was just bleak and she was a payment away from losing it all.But it was her husband that took most of the pages. While Lilly thrived, her husband was a goddamn loser. A cheater and a fucking broke playboy. About five years into their marriage, odd things started happening, all of which pointed to domestic violence. There was no record of it
LillyThis was playing with fire.My hands were tied and I was left without any options. None. Accepting Chance’s offer was a dangerous route to take, considering my body responded to him like a violin to a bow.It was the reason I stood in front of the W&W building on Monday morning.Despite the circumstances, I was excited to work. I couldn’t remember a time when I didn’t work. Even before college, when my parents were alive, I’d help them with their fruit stands in Croatia. It wasn’t a big job, but I loved it. The smell of the fruit mixed in the air and bees buzzed around, tempted by the sweet nectar.So opposite to my current situation with the man who blackmailed me into accepting this position. I couldn’t comprehend the reason behind his offer. Even more, I feared that the temptation to taste the sweet but forbidden fruit was too great.I checked in at the front desk at eight in the morning, wearing a black pencil skirt that was just an inch above my knee, black pumps, and a lig
LillyThe next morning, Kimberly set a cup of coffee on my table for Chance before I even had a chance to sit down. Glancing at the clock, I noted it was little after eight. Chance said working hours started at nine.“I’m not late, right?” I asked, worried I might have misunderstood. I stayed up later than normal, googling Chance Macklemore. Wealthy parents. Playboy father. Chance served in the military - Special Forces. Huge scandal in regards to his ex-wife. Yeah, there were some surprising revelations on the internet, and it only gave me a glimpse into the man he was today.“No, not at all,” Kimberly replied, shaking her head. “You are right on time,” she answered, the smile on her face smug. I eyed her suspiciously, wondering if maybe I did something wrong. She didn’t seem the type to gloat because of someone else’s suffering.Rolling my shoulders back, then straightening my spine, I headed for Chance’s… hmm, Mr. Macklemore’s office. As I walked into it, his gaze flicked to me. So
ChanceI stared at the door, Lilly long gone.Lilly’s reaction intrigued me. In all my years, no woman had ever complained about spending my money. Until now.Something about her made me want to take care of her. Yes, I wanted to fuck her but even more, I wanted to ensure she was taken care of. I needed to know her worries, so I could squash them.She hid her secrets in those dark eyes, but her emotions were easy to pick up on. Her arousal. Her anger. I loved when her face burned crimson, her eyes hazing with desire. She wanted me, almost as much as I wanted her. But she fought this attraction with all she had.I didn’t do relationships. I didn’t fall in love. But somehow, I had started to break every single one of my rules - ever since meeting this woman. The white-hot sizzle of attraction burned strong between us.Fuck, it could be so damn good with her. Just thinking about her got me hard. Since I laid eyes on her, she hadn’t left my mind. I imagined her spread out on my desk. Bent
LillyLike a good employee, I went to Chance’s preferred stores. I bought a few skirts, blouses, a couple dresses, one cocktail dress in standard black, and a pair of shoes to go along with it. I didn’t bother trying it on and was on my way out when the lingerie section caught my eye.Unknown to everyone, including my late husband, lingerie was my guilty pleasure. Or nicer sleepwear. Baby doll satin pjs. Or a matching top and short set that was sexy but not overly revealing. I just loved the feel of the satin or silk against my skin. I’d wear jeans all day long, but at night, I loved my luxuries.So sue me.I started browsing items, despite the fact I wasn’t going to agree to the personal contract with Chance. I couldn't resist the temptation. My fingers brushed over the smooth, cool material. God, I really wanted it. I could just get one piece. The cash register rang somewhere behind me and realization sunk in. I’d be turning in my receipts and both Kimberly and Chance would see it.