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“He’s going to regret—” she starts and then blinks at me as my words finally settle in. “What do you mean he didn’t fire you? Why do you look like…”
She gives me another quick once-over and her big blue eyes round with realization.
“What happened? Oh my god,” she exclaims in a whisper and then her eyes dart around. “What did he do to you?”
What didn’t that man just do to me?
Sighing, I flop down into my chair and say, “He made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”
Eleven
Bryce
Even now, letting Zoe walk out of the office is killing me. Letting her walk away from me is like feeling a part of my heart ripping out of my chest. Not to mention my cock wants to rip itself away from my body and trail after her like some love-sick puppy.
That image alone gives me a small dose of the snickers.
“Fuck!” I groan out loud as I push my cock and its treacherous thoughts aside.
The longing to keep what belongs to me is surging through my veins even as I shut the office door. As if the door between us will keep her off my mind.
I can still smell her here in the office, those pheromones she exudes. It’s captivating. If I thought I could hit my head hard enough on the wall to clear the thoughts away, I would try it, but I don’t think it will work.
Without her here, I have nothing but time on my hands and fucking longing.
What the hell am I doing? This isn’t like me at all. I’m not the guy that craves a woman like I’m doing with Zoe. It’s not the normal.
Nothing about today is the normal, though.
I don’t wake up feeling so rested and happy that a girl is in my bed only to find out that she’s disappeared like a ghost in the wind.
I don’t wake up happy period.
But I did for her.
And the cravings for her lips… I crave her very being. When I walked into that conference room, I was so mad that she had left I could barely see straight. Could barely comprehend the sheer impossibility that I had finally found the woman, the one I would search the world for…
Even if I had to do it for the rest of my life.
The damn office I’m in is killing me slowly but surely. Looking out the window at the Atlanta skyline, I can see the Bank of America Plaza building, the SunTrust Plaza building, and a couple of parks spread around. It’s not a bad looking city, by any means. Perhaps a bit small compared to the others I’ve been to, but I’ve been in smaller. This one seems big enough to have a life of its own, but not so dense like New York City that you feel smothered.
And thankfully the clouds outside are slowly fading away.
Damn, I can’t keep out the thoughts of Zoe’s lips. The way they molded to mine so sensuously, the way her breath caught as I pressed myself hard against her. Her scent and how damn intoxicating it is.
It’s maddening to think of how well we fit together physically and sexually. We have this chemistry that just works. One night alone tells me that.
The way she moved and challenged me at every thrust and grind… It was as if she knew how to perfectly become what I needed the most.
Fuck.
That train of thought isn’t as good as it could be. She’s a fucking prostitute, not some random woman from a night club. If it had been anything other than this type of arrangement, I wouldn’t be feeling so conflicted.
Conflicted with the thought that I was just another notch in her belt.
That thought alone makes me want to go blind with rage and get sick with sorrow. I want to be her one and only from here on out…
Money is going to be the way to get this started.
It’s obvious she needs it, needs it bad enough that she’s working men at night while she works for SpinToLove.com during the day. I don’t know the reasoning behind her need, but I sure as hell can fulfill it long enough that she sees me as her one and only chance at true happiness.
Money is a means to an end. I’ve heard all the sermons on how money is the root of all evil, well fuck that. Money is the means to getting the woman of my dreams in my life for good.
I should have asked her about being a prostitute, and how she could ever do something like that to herself. I want to know why she has so little respect for her own person. But I didn’t. I should have, but I didn’t. Partly because of how damn upset she became at the mention of her choice, and partly because I couldn’t bring the words to my lips.
