Yummy Virgins, 1
I needed the money.
My sister’s medical bills were mounting, and I needed lots of money—fast. The only thing I had was my virginity, and I knew just the place to sell it. I never expected to have the night of my life, but that’s what I did. I don’t know the name of the man who purchased me and helped me more than he can know. I only have the memories…
I’ve never been interested in virgins. I prefer a woman who knows how to take care of my dick and not ask for direction, but one look at her and I knew there was no going back.
For months after that night, I tried to find her, but I failed. So, when I discover she’s been working at my company for the past month, I know that’s going to change. She’s going to work right beside me, and I’m going to take what belongs to me. She was a virgin—and now she’s mine.
We have unfinished business, and I don’t care what it takes to get her back in my bed. I never said I was a good guy when it came to getting what I wanted, but Faye has a way that drives me crazy. I can’t walk away from her because … I fucking love her.
Be Warned: anal sex
My cheeks heat as my heart races. Holding onto the files with a death grip, I try, and probably fail, to look calm and collected.
This is a nightmare.
Malcolm didn’t tell me what to do if I was ever to come face to face with the man.
Please move. Please move. I need to get out of here.
My palms are sweaty.
The elevator stops three floors from where I need to be.
The doors open, and as I’m about to step out to make my escape, he catches my arm, stopping me. No one looks back as I’m trapped.
There is no way I could scream or draw attention to myself.
This job pays well. It would allow me to make a damn good life for me and my sister. Ruining all of that by screaming about a potential client wouldn’t allow that.
“You don’t need to run off.”
His grip tightens around my arm, pulling me back.
In the next second, he reaches out, pressing the stop button, and we stop still.
I watch as he goes to the panel of the elevator and suddenly flicks a button.
Being in small, confined spaces is a real problem for me. A few seconds as I go from one floor to another is fine, but right now I’m panicking.
He turns back toward me, and I keep hold of the files.
“Now isn’t this a surprise? What are you doing here?” he asks.
“I work here.”
His gaze looks at the files then back at me. His eyes seem to narrow as he stares at my hair.
Shit, suddenly getting it cut doesn’t seem like a good idea.
“Since when, what?”
“How long have you worked here?”
“A month. I’m part of the college dropout program.” I hate saying that. It’s like admitting failure.
“You’ve been here a month?”
“What’s your name?”
“I don’t have to tell you that.”
It was the wrong thing to say as he advances toward me. Still keeping hold of my files, I stare right back at him. His hands move out to trap me in the corner of the elevator. We’ve stopped, and I’m guessing he’s turned the security camera off, so no one knows I’m here.
Tilting my head back to look at him, I wait.
His lips are pressed into a smirk.
“My name, angel, is Chase Dunce.” He pauses, clearly giving me a few seconds to realize that he’s the boss. “Yeah, I see. Now, tell me your name.”
“I don’t like this.”
“We’re not at Cherry anymore. There’s nothing for you to like or hate. Just tell me your name.”
“It’s Faye Carter.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Faye.”
His gaze moves down my body, and I hate that I respond. I like him looking at me as if he wants to eat me.
“I can’t believe it has been six months since I last saw you. When you left me without a backward glance.”
“I really need to get to work.”
Suddenly, this job doesn’t exactly look like a good idea.
He doesn’t move.
His gaze still on me. Waiting.