Chapter Two
Jack sensed her nerves. Rachel gripped the bag in her hands, and he saw her knuckles were white.
“You don’t need to be nervous,” he said.
She looked toward him, before turning her gaze away. They were in complete privacy as he’d put up the partition between himself and Wallace. He didn’t want her to freak out.
“You knew where I lived, and I don’t know what you want. What I’m going to agree to. Take your pick. I need to be nervous.”
“I know everything there is to know about you, Rachel Sterling. You’ve had a lot of bad luck lately. The company you worked for went bust, and since then no one wants to hire you. You’re a perfect fit for a lot of work, but for some strange reason they won’t extend that chance to you, even with your awesome references. You’re a good person, always willing to help, and you work hard. You’re a foster kid. No college education, but you’re smart. You could have gone to college. Your life has been hit by one bad break after another.”
He reached out, tucking some of those blonde locks behind her ear. They had to be real. Her hair didn’t look like it came out of a box. Also, a woman who’d been living from meal to meal didn’t have the money to spend to make her hair look that good.
“Is that supposed to make me happy? You know way more about me than I do you.”
Jack smiled. “Don’t worry. That tends to be the case. A lot of people don’t know jack about me.” She took a deep breath, and he simply basked in watching her. “I like looking at you.”
“What job do you want me to do?”
“Everything that pleases me.”
“Sex.”
“Not just sex. Right now, I’m getting a lot of pleasure just by looking at you. Don’t always think that it has to be the physical.”
“Are you going to turn me into a whore?” she asked. “Pass me around to your friends?”
“You don’t become one of the world’s wealthiest men by sharing, Rachel. Nor do I have friends. I’m a selfish bastard. Don’t mistake me for anything more. I want you, no one else. I don’t share, and I have no intention of doing so. Whatever I ask of you will be about serving me, only me.”
“Is this like a master and slave thing?” she asked.
“You are adorable, and no, I don’t do that. I don’t want a slave. I want a woman. A woman who wants me just as badly as I want her.”
She sighed. “None of this makes any sense. How can you know you want someone that badly by just looking at them?”
“I’m not like most guys.”
“You’re not.”
Wallace parked outside of his country estate, and Jack climbed out, moving around toward Rachel’s side of the car. He dismissed his driver, taking her hand.
“What is this place?”
“This is my home.” Leading her inside, he made sure to dismiss his staff and took her straight into his sitting room next to the fire, which was already made up. Closing the door, he turned toward her.
Her saw her taking long, deep breaths. “I won’t hurt you. That I can promise you.” He removed his jacket, putting it on the back of his chair. “What I want from you is simple. I find you pleasing to look at. I’m also not going to bullshit you with pretty words and crap. I took one look at you, and I wanted you. My dick was hard as fucking rock, and I knew without a doubt that you were going to be mine. I want your juicy tits bouncing in front of my face as you ride my cock. I want you underneath me, begging for more, taking my cock any way I wish. That’s not all. I want to spend time with you. I like talking to you, and you don’t seem all that impressed by my luxury. You’re hesitant. You don’t want to trust it, and I respect that. It has been a long time since I’ve had any respect for a woman. I also happen to enjoy … a show.”
“A show?”
“I like to watch a woman strip, and right now, that’s all I want. I want to see you reveal that body to me.”
“You do realize that I’m not considered the norm, right? To some people I’m fat.”
He saw that she didn’t think that. She was merely stating a fact. “I’m not most men. I happen to love your curves, and I can’t wait to see them.” Jack handed her a glass of scotch.
She took it, staring down at the dark amber liquid. “What if I don’t want to do anything? Or if I’m not any good?”
“Then you say the word, and it stops. I’m not going to have orgies, Rachel, or secret meetings with a cult. I’m a single man. A man used to getting what he wants. Now, you can take a chance and experience the most amazing pleasure you’ve ever had in your life, or you can turn around and be on the streets in two days.”
She took another deep breath and he watched her, waiting.
“Let’s try something,” he said.
“What?”
“A kiss.”
She frowned.
“I’ll kiss you, and you can see how you feel.”
“I don’t see how a—”
Jack stopped her from speaking as he took possession of her lips, silencing any protest.
She gasped, dropping the glass with the expensive scotch onto the floor. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. Gripping her ass, he pulled her close, feeling all that lush softness against him.
Damn, she tasted sweet, and felt like fucking sin. His dick threatened to burst from his pants he was that fucking hard.
Her hands went from his chest, moving up to his shoulders. She gripped the back of his neck, and he knew without a doubt that he had her.
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There was no way Rachel could deny that he knew how to kiss. Jack completely consumed her, making it impossible to think or want anything else. Slowly, he pulled away and she opened her eyes, only then realizing that she’d closed them.
“Does that answer any questions?” he asked.
She frowned. Right now, her brain wouldn’t work. “Questions?”
He ran a thumb across her lip. “I think it answers mine. Tell me, Rachel, are you wet?”
Heat filled her cheeks. She’d never been with a man so blatant. When she made to hide her face, he captured her chin and shook his head.
“Never hide from me.”
“I don’t like what you’re asking me.”
“Becoming mine, you’ll have to get used to it. I don’t allow anyone that belongs to me to hide. Not you, not anyone.”
She bit her lip, and he groaned. “Yes, I’m wet.”
“Good. Now imagine what it would be like to have my cock sliding inside your pussy, desperate for more. I’ll make it so you forget everything else, and everyone else.”
“What you want is your own personal toy.”
“The thing is, Rachel, I could have any woman out there. Click my fingers and they’ll come panting for more. I don’t want anyone else. I won’t have anyone else. I’ll be yours, and you’ll be mine.” He leaned in close, kissing her neck. “I can give you the world.”
She closed her eyes, thinking about that empty apartment with the mattress. The fact her landlord hated her and wanted to kick her out. All it would take was him to get off his lazy ass to get her stuff out, not that she had all that much.
Tonight was the first good meal she’d had in a week. She’d been eating ramen noodles and anything that was cheap.
After so long without any work, people didn’t want to hire her now. She’d gone from one bit of bad luck to another.
She was tired.
She didn’t want to starve or end up on the streets. This was her biggest lifeline. “Yes.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’ll do it. Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”
He didn’t move away or show any sign of triumph. Instead, he kissed her neck, making her eyes close.
She gave up the fight and just basked in the feelings he created within her body. It felt so good to have his hands on her, and she didn’t want him to ever stop.
Opening her mouth, she gasped, needing him so much.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Rachel, and I swear you’ll never regret making this decision.”
He stepped away and moved toward the small stereo in the corner.
Pushing her hair off her shoulder, he stood in front of her as a slow, sexy beat began to fill the room.
He removed his shirt, taking a seat on one of the chairs.
She knew what he wanted, and stared at him, waiting.
“I’d like for you to dance for me.”
“Do you want me to get naked?” This was so out of her league. She’d never been asked to do anything like this. The way Jack looked at her though—the lust that shone in his eyes let her know this wasn’t a joke.
He wanted her to dance for him, to strip, and to show him every single inch of her.
She watched him kick off his shoes and move them out of the way so that all he wore were his expensive trousers.
Turning away from him, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to force herself to relax.
This wasn’t dangerous. The music was actually soothing, and the kiss she’d experienced with him only a few moments ago had set her body aflame.
Removing her jacket, she placed it on the nearest coffee table. Kicking off her sneakers, she tugged off her socks as well.
She made no move to remove any other clothes, and allowed her mind to drift. Jack didn’t rush her. He allowed her time, and she felt his gaze on her. She imagined him committing every single part of her to memory, so she’d never be able to escape, not that she wanted to.
Her pussy was slick, her nipples tight.
It had been nearly a year and a half since she’d been with anyone else. Thinking about Jack’s hands on her body nearly made her moan aloud. She didn’t.
Reaching up, she bunched her blonde curls, closing her eyes, and thought about those hands sliding down her curves, holding onto her hips. With that in mind, she slowly took the lead of the song, and hummed along to the tune as she began to roll her hips. The beat took over, and it wasn’t long before she was moving her hands, and slowly, erotically dancing. Jack was the only man in the world.
He was the first man to get her attention so quickly, and even though it pissed her off how entitled he acted, she also found it rather thrilling to know he just took what he wanted. There was a power in his actions, and she found that sexy. He was a man used to getting what he wanted, and would do anything to make sure he got it.
Turning around, she finally looked at him. His hands were on the arms of the chair. He didn’t try to hide the rock-hard outline of his dick as it pressed against the front of his trousers.
His gaze trailed down her body and he lingered, the anticipation clear to see.
She’d never known a man who wanted her as badly as he did.
He’d hunted for her today, and followed her to that diner where she’d been counting change in the hopes of a piece of pie.
With her eyes on him, she began to unbutton her shirt. All of her clothes had seen better days, but she didn’t care.
She’d never been one to care about money or stuff like that.
Even with Jack being a wealthy man, she wouldn’t let it get to her either.
If he thought for a second he was going to change her, he was wrong.