Bought for Love(3)
Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap. What was I going to do? There was no way I could go meet some billionaire, no matter how hot he looked in a photo. Not to mention, I wouldn’t know what to say to the guy, and I sure wasn’t interested in becoming some high priced call girl. Nope. No way in hell I was going to meet with him. What would my sister say? Okay, she didn’t exactly have to find out, but still. No! Normal people didn’t drive off to meet some strange, gorgeous man, knowing that he was looking for a hookup.
What if he wasn’t looking for sex, though? Maybe he was lonely. I knew a lot about being lonely. I didn’t really have any friends here and outside of my job and sister my social life was pretty non-existent. What would it hurt to just talk to the guy? I mean honestly, how often does a person like me get to meet someone so interesting?
Kim was going to kill me. I really wasn’t considering going. Just because I walked back to my closet and started throwing outfits on the bed, didn’t mean I was thinking about doing this. So what if I snuck into her room and rummaged through her makeup, hoping I didn’t look like a clown as I fixed my face?
Everyone’s entitled to getting dressed up once in a while. I slid on the only presentable dress I had, another thrift store find, and paired up the white cotton garment with a light pink jacket. Standing in my bedroom, evaluating myself in the cracked full length mirror, I decided I could pass for decent.
Sliding on a pair of white Mary Janes, I looked ready to go to church instead of possibly going to meet some man interested in a date. I didn’t have a clue what to do with my hair, so I just left it hanging down my back after I brushed it until the thick locks fell in a curtain. I hadn’t had this many butterflies in my stomach since I graduated from high school. Walking down to the curb, I still wasn’t sure I would go through with it. Not until a driver walked around to the back passenger door, and I slid into the softest leather seats imaginable did I really make up my mind.
Chapter two
Jack
A dozen women had walked through my office doors today and not one of them interested me in the least. They were all beautiful, but something was missing in each one of them. I wasn’t looking for one of my normal conquests. Those fell into my bed at will. Hell, if I wanted to fuck, all I had to do was pick up the phone, and I could have one of them in my office and on her knees immediately.
No. What I needed was a sweet little, controllable woman who would mother my children. She couldn’t be like the countless women that fulfilled my dark passion, and was sent on her way after pleasing me in the way she was taught. I could be a cold-hearted piece of shit, and usually preferred things that way, but this time was different.
I’d decided to run for political office and the woman that I chose in this capacity, had to be different. She needed to be a woman that the American public would fall in love with, looked good on my arm at social events, and be willing to do everything I asked during certain times while accepting that we would have a relationship of convenience.
In return for her complete obedience, I would give her a life that most people could only dream of. Now if only I could find that one lucky woman and start putting things in motion. She’d want for nothing. Clothes, a beautiful mansion, riches beyond her dreams, those were just a few of the perks this contract would include. In return, she’d give me children, and be the perfect little wife sitting home and indulging in her life of pampering.
“Mr. Duncan, your three o’clock appointment has arrived.” My secretary was one of the few women I respected. She earned the high esteem I held her in during her eight years of employment with me.
“Thank you, Lorna. Send her in.” This was the last interview of the day and I hoped that there was something in this female that I could work with.
What. The. Fuck.
That was my first impression of Emily Yates as she walked into my office, looking like some sweet little angel. Judging by her appearance, she was barely out of high school and my dark side wanted to throw her ass across the desk and fuck her until she couldn’t move. I’m sure I should’ve hated myself for feeling that way, but I rarely felt bad about anything I did. With a big ego comes a lack of responsibility.
“Please have a seat.” Those words came out reserved and I was thankful that my cock wasn’t controlling my manners at the moment. The way she timidly made her way toward my desk and nibbled on her luscious little pink lips was enough to make me want her even more.
“I’m Emily.” Her beautiful hazel eyes rested on my desk. Shit, that’s every deviant’s fucking dream. Fidgeting in the chair as she sat that slender little body down had me so hard I was glad my lower body was hidden behind the desk.