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Leticia looked truly shocked. “He could read that from how I’m sitting?”
“No. I’ve just decided that’s what’s going to happen!”
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Mrs. Hortez and Jonah in the kitchen.
Mrs. Hortez folded her arms across her ample bosom and stood like a roadblock, barring the door to the kitchen.
“You not leave,” Mrs. Hortez shook her head solemnly and stared at me. “You must eat something, Mr. Noble. You must eat good food or be very sick.”
Even in broken, thickly-accented English, I got the meaning behind Mrs. Hortez’s defiant message.
Generally, I am my own man. I make my own decisions, and I do as I like. I am brutally honest with people, and often I know I can come across as intimidating, and sometimes arrogant. I know my blunt opinions often cause people offense – but I don’t care.
Mrs. Hortez, however, was intimidating in her own right.
She was the only woman who scared me.
I dragged a chair back and sat heavily at the table. Mrs. Hortez relaxed suddenly and an angelic smile spread across her face. She flapped her arms and scurried to the kitchen counter where plates had been prepared and were waiting for her to serve.
“Just a little, please, Mrs. Hortez,” I surrendered. “I really am not very hungry, and I have a lot to do today.”
I might as well have been speaking to a wall. Mrs. Hortez loaded my plate with food and then retook her position at the kitchen doorway like a guard on sentry duty. “You take your time, Mr. Noble. Everything else will wait until you eat good food.”
I sighed, and began to eat slowly.
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Jonah and Leticia in his office.
This was different.
Leticia was sitting in my big leather chair with a laptop before her, and I found myself in the unfamiliar role of being like a visitor on the other side of the desk. I crossed my legs. I had a cigar in my hand and I studied the feather of blue smoke as it rose towards the ceiling.
“What are you writing?”
Leticia looked up at me. “I’m writing about you,” she looked up from the computer screen. “I’m trying to describe you – I’m trying to capture the essence of Jonah Noble in just a few, short paragraphs.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I imagine that would be challenging…”
Leticia nodded. She had a distracted look on her face. She glanced at me, then bowed her head over the computer and tapped at the keys. I watched her intently. She was like an artist at an easel, glancing up at a subject, and then returning to the canvas to capture what she saw. I sat silently watching her and my eyes drifted across her body. She was wearing a short sleeved shirt, open at the neck, with the top button straining under the press of her breasts. I imagined leaning across the desk and unfastening that button, so that I could see the silky, creamy flesh beneath. I imagined taking her breast in the palm of my hand and bowing my head to her nipple. I imagined Leticia leaning back in the chair, groaning softly and giving herself to me with a soft whimper of desire. I imagined tangling my hands in the whorls of her blonde hair and lifting her face to mine as I kissed her.
Leticia looked up at me quite suddenly with a frown. “You’re a complicated man, Jonah, but I feel like I know you so well now. Just by the expression on your face, I can tell that you are having deep, dark, serious thoughts – maybe about politics, or the meaning of life.”
I looked at Leticia and smiled. “Yes,” I said slowly. “Leticia, there is no doubt you can read me like a book.”
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Jonah reading some of the press speculation about him after the articles have been published by Leticia.
“I know this is not a serious newspaper – not like the New York Times – but seriously, some of these letters to the editor about me are ridiculous. This is the stuff of bizarre tabloids, not some small community newspaper trying to be respectable.”
Leticia got defensive; as though she felt in someway I was attacking her for her paper’s editorial policy. I wasn’t. I knew Leticia had nothing to do with editorial comment or letters that were sent in by readers.
I folded the newspaper and thrust it out at Leticia. “Look at this letter,” I showed her one example. “Because this person has not seen a photo of me, they have jumped to the conclusion that I must be either a three foot tall hobbit, or a vampire. Surely these people cannot be serious.”
Leticia scanned the letter that had been published in the newspaper, and then glanced up at me. “Jonah, you cannot control what people think, but in fairness you haven’t made it any easier for yourself. Everyone wants to know what you look like. The fact that you are shunning the spotlight confuses people. We are a society who craves celebrity. And you are a celebrity who avoids attention. Naturally, people are going to speculate, and the more reclusive you are, the wilder their speculation will become.”
I threw the newspaper in the fire. There was a burst of bright sparks and then the paper caught alight in a fierce orange glow.
“Leticia, I never wanted to be a celebrity. All I ever wanted was to tell my story.”
Leticia shook her head defiantly. “Well you are a celebrity, so you need to accept that in a void of information, people will make up their own realities.”
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Leticia and Jonah having an argument.
“That kind of attitude is exactly the sort of thing I would expect a naïve, silly little girl to say,” I kept my voice calm, and my tone steady. I raised an eyebrow, taunting Leticia and it was too much for her to tolerate. She sprang at me, shaking with rage, and her lips a thin, white line. Her fingers were seized into claws that she flashed at my eyes. I drew my head away, recoiling like a snake, and seized her wrists in both my hands. Leticia’s growl of anger became a sudden start of fright as she realized my strength. I lifted her clear off the floor for an instant and then turned her around, pinning her arms behind her back.
“Bastard!” Leticia hissed.
I laughed. “That’s not very nice language,” I was condescending. “Naïve, little girls shouldn’t use words like that.”
Leticia kicked back with one of her legs, aiming from my groin. I bent one knee to block her heel, and then pushed her forward over the edge of the desk. Leticia let out a small shriek of alarm: she was bent at the waist with her face pres
sed to the polished table surface and both her arms pinned easily behind her back. I put one foot between her legs and kicked them wide apart.
“No!” Leticia grunted.
“Yes,” I said. “If you want to play rough, you have to accept the consequences.”
I gripped her wrists together and pinned her to the table with my weight, while my free hand slid up between her spread thighs, forcing her skirt to bunch high around her waist. Suddenly Leticia stopped squirming and her ragged breathing seized in her throat. The palm of my hand rubbed across the sheer silk of her panties and I could feel the heat and moistness of her arousal. “Are you going to play nice from now on?” I asked.
Leticia gasped and then sighed. I felt her knees bend, and realized she was forcing her pussy down against the flat of my hand. In an instant, being taken and pinned had changed her attitude so that her anger had fused into arousal.
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Caroline’s thoughts while she is being trained by Jonah.
Caroline had never felt so overwhelmed – it was the man’s presence, his unshakable confidence. She found everything about the power of Jonah Noble to be an erotic aphrodisiac unlike anything she had ever experienced in the hands of any other man in her life.
He was an undeniable force – he was an iron wall that she could not resist, and nor did she want to. More than anything else, Caroline wanted to be completely owned by this man.
With him she had gone to sexual places, and reached erotic heights of arousal that she had never imagined possible. He made her feel weak, yet he made her feel safe. She wanted to surrender to him in every way. She wanted him to humiliate her, to use her with no consideration for her own body, but only for his pleasure and satisfaction.
