His shining blue-green eyes regard mine. In the daylight filtering through his balcony doors, lighting his tousled hair into highlights, he has never looked more beautiful.
“Yes,” I say.
Oh yes. This is a man worth forging through the prejudices and heartache and bad press and conflicts. Because I love everything about him deeply. I love him for who he is and in spite of who he is.
“Good,” he says, smiling, “because we have one hell of a ride ahead of us.”
WORKS BY ARTEMIS HUNT
EROTIC ROMANCES
The ‘Inhumanly Handsome, Humanly Flawed Alpha Male’ series
A Virgin Enslaved
The ‘Maid for the Billionaire Prince’ series
Mysterious Desire
Forbidden Desire
ROMANCES
The Body Snatcher Wears Lipstick
Snow White and the Alien
EROTICA BY APHRODITE HUNT
The ‘Initiation’ series
Open Your Legs for Me
Blindfolded and Spread-eagled
Thighs Wide Apart
Teacher, Please Spread my Pussy
The Final Initiation
The Initiation: A Bundle of 5 Stories
The ‘Initiation 2’ series
Open Your Legs for my Family
Bend Over for my Family
Publicly Display Yourself for Me
Sex Slave at Sea
Paraded before the Billionaires
Sex Slave at the Auction
‘The Royal Captive’ series
Prince Miro’s Capture
Prince Miro’s Submission
Prince Miro’s Enslavement
Prince Miro’s Punishment
Prince Miro’s Escape
Prince Miro’s Final Confrontation
The Royal Captive: Vol 1 to 3
The Royal Captive: Vol 4 to 6
The ‘Naughty Nymphomaniac’ series
I was a Naughty Nymphomaniac
Officer, Please Spread and Cuff Me
Gang Banged by the Chain Gang
Tempting the Hot Navy SEAL
The ‘Delicate Piercings’ series
Her First Clit Ring
Her First Clit Ring 2: Menage
The ‘Undercover’ series
Undercover: Exposing the Bad Doctor
Undercover: Stealing from the Sexy CEO
The ‘Alien’ series
Trapped with Sex-Starved Aliens
Trapped with Sex-Starved Aliens 2
Hot, Wet and Steamy (individual stories)
When He’s Inside You
My Stepson is a Naughty Stripper
The Gorgeous Naked Man in my Storm Shelter (Erotic Suspense)
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READ THE FIRST CHAPTER OF ‘A VIRGIN ENSLAVED’, AN EROTIC ROMANCE NOVEL
BETH
I need this job.
I really, really need this job.
I sit on one of the plush leather seats across from the personal assistant’s desk. There’s no one behind this desk. However, the monitor hums with bright reproach and the desk is scattered with documents and folders as thick as my fist. A multicolored monogrammed Louis Vuitton tote bag sits on one side next to a bright vermillion thermos flask.#p#分页标题#e#
Someone must be here, I reckon, even though I’m applying for her very job. I wonder if she’s resentful, or if she’s a temp.
I have my portfolio in a file on my lap. There are neatly stacked magazines on the side table beside the row of seats, but I ignore them. My hands are damp, and I surreptitiously wipe them on my skirt, even though there’s no one around to see me. I keep imagining that there’s a hidden camera in one of the ceiling corners, and my potential employer has it trained on me to see how I would react in front of an empty desk.
OK. So I’m a little paranoid.
One of the double doors to the office of the Chief Executive Officer, Morton Enterprise Ltd. opens. A wan-looking woman with slightly disheveled red hair stomps out on her equally red high heels. She’s pretty in a supermodel anorexic kind of way, but her features are scrunched up and her nose is red as if she has a cold, or if she’s been crying.
I sit up as she goes over to the desk and grabs the Louis Vuitton bag and flask. She eyes me vehemently.
“It’s all right,” she says, her eyes flashing. “You can have the job, I don’t want it.”
My jaw drops.
She stalks out through the front door, but not before turning to give me an imperious stare. I can’t help but quail from the physical blow of her eyes.
“Whatever he wants you to do, think hard and deeply about it before you say ‘yes’,” she snaps.
With that, she pivots on her sharp heel and breezes out of the office’s waiting area. A gust of wind goes with her, and it is as if a tornado has left the building.