Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Ornix, sorry, the call went longer than I expected.” His eyes drift from me to the pool. “Oh, the girls are still here, good. I need to talk to Tempest.”
“Hi, Daddy!” Tempest is unconcerned by his summons.
Jack takes his daughter to another room, leaving Melissa alone by the side of the pool.
I find myself walking toward her without so much as thinking about it, enthralled by the sight of her. As my shadow falls over her, she looks up at me.
“Is there something you wanted, Mr. Ornix?”
There is much I want. To be inside her. To hear her moan. To learn what she feels like when she is wrapped around my cock. To know what she desires, and to make each and every one of those desires come true.
I realize I am staring. Again.
I need to say something to break the tension, or at least cover for my presence. My desire for this young woman cannot yet be indulged. I need to ensure she is made of the right material.
Ridiculous thought. Of course she is. She practically glows with mate energy.
Her eyes widen, and I realize that I am standing over her, glowering down at her, behaving in an intimidating and probably frightening manner.
“Tomorrow,” I say. “Work starts at nine a.m. Sharp. I do not tolerate lateness for any reason besides personal injury or serious illness.”
“Oh,” she says. “Yes, thank you, sir. I won’t be late, I promise. I really appreciate you offering me the position. It was very generous of you, and I promise I won’t let you down.”
Having her call me sir makes my cock throb. The urge to rip off that skimpy string bikini and have my way with her, mark her as mine, show her whose cock she was made for, is almost too much to resist.
“The internship will be intense,” I tell her. “Where are you staying?”
“Well, I’ve been trying to get an apartment. Tempest said I could stay with her, but I want to pull my own weight, so…”
“You’ll stay with me,” I tell her. “My home is large, has many spare rooms, and I will be assured of your presence when I need you.”
She looks excited for a moment, then a second later, her face falls.
“I can’t. Thank you, but I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I need to take care of myself.”
“Nobody takes care of themselves,” I tell her. “Everybody depends on others, and in your case, your need for help is evident. I understand you don’t have anywhere to live.”
“I’ll live pretty much anywhere,” she says, avoiding the point.
I narrow my eyes slightly, and I watch her breath hitch.
“You are going to stay with me because I say so, because I want my assistant to be at hand when necessary.” There is a slight emphasis on the word hand. I want to take her in hand, that much is certain.
She wavers in front of me uncertainly, looking obviously worried about the prospect of being at my mercy.
“It’s not negotiable. You will be staying here, and that is final.”
“I wouldn’t be in the way?”
I want to embrace her and tell her that not only would she not be in the way, she would be the whole world.
“I would be very pleased to have you here,” I say.
Her expression softens into a grateful smile.
“Really? That’s incredible, Mr. Ornix. Thank you so much for the offer. I can’t believe you’d provide me with employment and a place to stay when I’m just a stranger. I promise you I don’t take this for granted. I know opportunities like this don’t fall into most people’s laps.”
She continues to shower me with gratitude while I try to restrain myself from an act I know I should wait to perform. My cock is throbbing with the need to be inside her.
I pull out one of my cards, write my address on the back, and hand it to her. “Get your things and come as soon as you can,” I tell her. “The housekeeper will be informed of your arrival and show you to your room. Please also send me a copy of your college transcript.”
Melissa colors immediately, blushing red, then going pale in quick succession at the mention of the transcript.
“Oh, er, I’m not sure. I won’t be able to… the timing, the office. I think…”
“Is there a problem with your transcript, Melissa?”
Melissa
I’ve never had a simple question about paperwork send a bolt of energy directly to my clit. It’s not just sexual, it’s intense. He picked up on the fact that there’s a problem with it so quickly, and I don’t think my usual bullshit is going to fly with him.
“I mean, I think… the transcript itself? There’s no problem with that. The transcript is great. It’s very good. I did quite well in most of my classes. I could tell you about all of them, if you like.”