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Emery must need this kind of protection because he’s a billionaire. Great, now I’ll be worrying about him.
The guard buzzes me into a special elevator bank, and I catch a car all to myself.
It zips upwards smoothly, and when the door opens, there are clouds passing by the windows. Excitement buzzes through me. I like that Emery’s business is clean energy. He’s innovative and cares about the environment.
Even if it made him a billionaire.
He gives money to his best friend to help children. And probably hands over more cash to a lot of other charities.
Off a waiting room, there’s another glass door, this one frosted. I knock, and a body behind the glass opens it. When I see who, I lose my breath.
“You’re early,” Emery says in a sexy, double-breasted, dark suit that looks painted on him.
“I wanted to get a jump on things.”
“Like me?” He smiles and takes my hand, notletting me answer. “Sloane, my admin assistant, sits here.” He points to a desk right past the glass doors. “She handles all my reservations, travel, and expenses.”
“Do you travel a lot?”
“I do.” He nods. “Judy, my technical assistant, works with my VPs on all the licensing and paperwork we must submit for patents. She sits over there.”
Neither desk is occupied, and I guess they come in later.
“What do I do?”
“You’re my gatekeeper, sweetheart. You manage my meetings and accompany me.”
“Someone else did this for you?”
“She’s on maternity leave.” He opens another glass door. “Come into my office. You can enter any time on your own.”
My eyes drift to his desk, a long slab of smooth, white stone with several monitors. Instead of a thick, leather-tufted executive swivel, he sits and runs this company from a mesh and vinyl gaming chair.
“Do you give all your assistants permission to just waltz in here?”
“Are you assuming I fuck my assistants?”
“No judgment.” I smile, holding up my hands.
“Bernadette, Ibuywomen to fuck.” He rounds me like a drill sergeant. “How I want. When I want. My usual contract includes a woman who lives in my house full-time. She’s there when I come home, waiting for me with a drink and a wet cunt. Do you know why?” He pulls me closer and breathes into my neck.
“Why you need a drink?” I ask playfully as goosebumps pebble across my skin.
“Why her cunt is wet.” He slides one hand down the center of my chest right between my breasts.
He’s already breaking Ford’s rule that I don’t think he ever intended to keep.
Nowmycunt is slowly getting wet. I stifle a giggle, hearing that word in my head, and I get the raw sexiness about it.
“No.” I swallow hard. “Tell me.”
“Because I fuck so good, no woman can get enough of me.”
I gasp at the bold confession.
“Do you get enough of them?” I ask.
“Yes. After exactly one month. You’re smart. Don’t fall for me.” He closes his fingers around tendrils of hair that fall across my shoulder. “I’m in control. I don’t use condoms. And I prefer myprizeswaxed. Everywhere.”
