You Will Be Mine(5)

“No. I never sleep with my clients. I only run the business.”

His hands were suddenly at my shoulders as he trailed his fingers down both arms before gently squeezing them ever so seductively.

I didn’t know what had come over me, but an incomprehensible sound escaped my lips. I was unable to hide my wanton desire for this complete stranger who was supposed to be my enemy.

“That’s a good girl. Let’s keep it that way.”

I instantly became rigid beneath him as my anger resurfaced. I was not only angry with him, but with myself for giving so much away. He said he was a man who got what he wanted, and now he was making damn sure he could prove it to me.

“Let. Me. Go!” I gritted my teeth, making sure I glared into his caramel eyes as I accentuated every word.

Smiling, he let go and pulled away slightly—leaving me to catch my breath.

“I will go for now, but you have not heard the last of this, my beautiful Clara.”

It amazed me how he could threaten me and call me beautiful all in one wrapped up, cute little sentence.

Finding my senses, I pulled away from the door and let him pass. “I don’t know why you’re going to bother. It’s a no now, and it will be a no the next time you visit as well. You’re not getting a penny from me. Plain and simple.”

He smiled, nodded, and walked straight to the door. “Until the next time.”

The moment he left, I found myself at my desk and taking deep breaths. He didn’t frighten me one little bit, but I was scared beyond senseless by my feelings towards him. I had never experienced anything quite like it.

In my delirium, I found myself looking forward to the next time he turned up just to see what he had up his sleeve. Whatever he threw at me would be a challenge. A game almost.

Before I knew it, a smile began to replace my look of shock.

“Bring it on, buddy! Show me what you got.”





I was still trying to recover from our little encounter when I heard a knock at my door.

“Come in!” I shouted.

Belinda, Rachael, Jane, and Samantha practically skipped through my door with excitement.

“New client?” Samantha had more than a little glint in her eye.

I knew why they were here. They caught sight of the evil sex monster and wanted him to be theirs.

“Sorry, ladies, but no. He’s our enemy. Mr. Belatoni.”

“Agh,” Jane said. “And to think I was even going to give him a blow job for free.”

I don’t know why, but that bothered me.

“Are you okay, Clara? He didn’t try to hurt you did he?” Belinda’s concern made my heart flutter a little.

“No, he was fine. He just won’t let this lie. I’ve told him in no uncertain terms that he isn’t getting a penny from me, but he also refuses to take no for an answer. He will come back, and when he does, we will all need to be prepared. Please ladies, keep a close eye out during the next few days.”

They all nodded their heads in worry. “Of course, of course,” they all said.

Looking at their worried faces made the guilt flourish. I knew I could handle this myself, but Mr. Belatoni was a dangerous man. That was a fact that couldn’t be ignored. These poor girls were probably frightened witless.

“Listen, no matter what takes place over the next few days, I will never let anything happen to you. I’m sure I will be able to think of something. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” Nodding their heads, they smiled as I sat back in my chair.

“We better get going,” Belinda said. “We all have clients coming shortly.”

“Yes, it would seem we have a busy day today. All the horny bastards are coming out to play.” I chuckled a little, but soon remembered that that was exactly what I was only moments ago with the sexy beast.

All the girls laughed and rose out of their seats to leave. “I’ll be out and about in a few hours. I just need to take care of some admin. If you have any problems, please let me know straight away.”

“Sure thing,” Belinda said.

“Oh, and another thing; we need to check that the alarms are still working in all of the bedrooms. Can we do a drill before the clients start arriving, please?”

Belinda smiled. “I’ll get right on it.”

“Thanks. Just give me a call before you do, so I’ll know it’s not a real emergency.”

“Yessum, boss.” Belinda winked, and they all left.

The alarms I had installed when we were setting this little venture up were crucial for the girls’ safety. There were two alarms; one was under the bed, and one was on the wall. If ever there was a girl in trouble, she would hit that alarm and either I or my trusty night guard, Trevor, came to their rescue. Thankfully, in my five years of working here, it had only happened four times, and one of them was because a client was having a heart attack.