4
Merritt
I was pacing around the hotel room, glancing at the clock every once in a while. I’d discarded my jacket twenty minutes ago and removed my tie five minutes ago. Now I was thinking about rolling my sleeves up, feeling hot and restless. Even the AC in the room couldn’t lower the temperature in my body that had risen the moment I saw her in that restaurant.
Fuck, she was beautiful. She looked all prim and proper in that dark suit with her hair placed in a bun. All I wanted was to tear her clothes off and destroy that bun. I wanted to run my hands through her long hair as I kiss the hell out of her.
What was happening to me? I was definitely losing my mind here because I wasn’t the one to get this excited about some chick.
Except that Camilla wasn’t just “some chick”. Camilla. Even her name created unusual tingles on my skin. I needed to have her. I couldn’t stop thinking about how her pussy would feel once I was inside of her. I wanted her to moan my name as I drove into her hard and fast…
I was seriously losing my mind here.
I had known it was ballsy to just show up at the luncheon like that, but I also knew that women couldn’t ignore me. I’d played my cards well. After that night, I was supposed to forget about her, but the woman was like a drug, and I couldn’t get her off my mind without getting at least one fix. That same night I had a dream about her, and the next night too.
So when I heard by accident that she was going to be at that restaurant—what a coincidence, the world was so small—I decided to approach her, to hell with the consequences.
At first, I was stumped, my cock reacting right away when I took in her appearance. She was hands down the most beautiful girl in the room. I was aware of other women gawking at me, which was quite the usual reaction wherever I went, but I had zero interest in them. I cared only about the woman who made my heart pound like a hammer, her nearness messing with my senses and mind.
I wanted to take her right then and there. Right at that table in front of everyone.
I saw it in her eyes. She was as attracted to me as I was to her, and it was all I needed to see to invite her to a hotel room, my gaze holding a promise of all the things I would do to her once she showed up.
And she would show up, of course. There was no way she wouldn’t.
Then I would fuck her brains out.
The knock on the door stopped my pacing. It was her, as expected.
I opened the door and smirked when she raised her eyes to meet mine.
“Camilla.” I gave her a once-over, noticing that she had taken off her jacket, which left her in her white blouse. I appreciated the way her blouse and skirt hugged her curves, making a mouth-watering sight.
“Hello, Merritt.”
“Thank you for coming.”
I stepped aside to let her pass and used this chance to check out her ass. Man, she was hot. Her hips swayed slightly as she walked, her legs arched beautifully in her high heels. An image of naked Camilla wearing only high heels flashed before my eyes, and my dick sprung to its full size.
Her lips curved into a half-smile. “I figured you aren’t the type who takes no for an answer.”
“What can I say? When I want something, I get it.”
“Cocky, aren’t you?”
She lowered her jacket and purse on the chair, looking at the king size bed that occupied the center of the apartment. I came right behind her, dying to kiss that sexy arch of her neck, but she moved away before I could get my hands on her, taking her cell phone out of her purse.
“Camilla?” She tapped something on her screen. “What are you doing?”
“I’m turning on a recorder.”
Say what?
“What? Why?”
She was all business now, her seductive smile long gone. She placed her phone on the coffee table and turned around to face me with her hands on her hips. “I have to say I’m honored that big Merritt Dawson, the congressman, is so interested in me.” I glanced at her phone that was recording every single word, my throat going dry.
She looked around the apartment. “It’s a nice hotel room. Suitable for a man like you. And quite suitable for the games you had in mind, I presume.”
“What do you want? Did you plan this all along? You were acting as if you weren’t interested in me, so you would have me chasing after you?”
I was pacing now around her, unsure if I felt like strangling her or congratulating her for managing to fool me.
She cocked her head to the side. “Not really. When I told you in the bar that I wasn’t interested in you, I was telling you the truth. But then I started thinking. You’re a Senator. You can help me and give me what I need. So, it’s rather simple. Unless you want me to expose you as a womanizer. Or I could just expose this little meeting to my brother.” She pointed at her phone.
I had to admit. My cock was throbbing painfully. She was that sexy—all feisty and sassy. Never in my life had I encountered a woman who treated me like this, and a part of me appreciated this stark change. Usually, they would drop their panties right away, but Camilla was different, and I liked chasing. This was exactly what I had been looking for.
I licked my lips, taking a step toward her. She maintained our eye contact. “Your brother? Who is he?”
“You really don’t recognize me? I thought after I told you my name…”
It hit me like a freight truck. Cami was short for Camilla. Oh shit. “You’re Carter’s little sister aren’t you?”
She nodded.
“Damn. Well I guess this ends here then.”
“But it doesn’t.”
She walked over to me and tugged on my tie. “I need something from you.”
The way she demanded my attention had me intrigued. “And what do you need?”
“A job,” she stated simply.
“A job?”
“Yes. A job. I want to be an aide, and you have connections, so you can do this for me.”
“So, you are demanding a job? Just like that?”
She crossed her arms across her chest. “Yes. I have all the qualifications and education I need, but employers always have requirements that are almost impossible to meet. It’s not fair. In this city, if you don’t have connections or money, you can’t get anywhere.”
“And I don’t want to do some low paying job in some god forsaken firm that would lead me nowhere. So I have to do this. I’m sure this is nothing for you and you’ll be able to find me a job in no time. So what do you say?”
I didn’t reply immediately, letting my eyes slide down to her chest that was rising and falling a bit quicker than it was normal. Her boobs seemed barely contained with a bra that pressed them all too tightly and it was messing with my mind. I imagined running my tongue over that voluptuous curve of her breast before I sucked her nipple into my mouth, giving it the treatment it deserved.
I sat down on the bed considering her proposition. This was new to me.
“I say that you’re definitely something else. Who would have thought you would turn out to be like this?” I motioned with my head to her phone. “And if I refuse? Would you actually sell this recording to the media? Or give it to Carter?”
Her gaze hooded, and she smiled. “Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows what a desperate woman can do?”
I leaned backward, supporting myself on my hands, and slid my gaze over her body again. Fuck, she was too hot, and right now, I couldn’t care less if she was blackmailing me or not. In fact, it only made me hornier. Sick, I know.
“You do realize that if I find you a job, you’ll owe me.”
“Yes. I’m well aware of that.”
“And you’re ready for it? No matter what I ask for in return, you’re ready to be indebted to me?”
“Yes.” She took a step toward me, her face completely serious now. “I need that job, Merritt. I’m this close”—she held her thumb and forefinger together to show the proximity— “To becoming broke. So I’m totally comfortable with this arrangement.”
I beckoned her with my forefinger. “Come here.”
For a second, she was completely still, but then she moved and stopped right in front of me. I separated my legs and motioned to her with my hand to come even closer. I could see the lust in her eyes as she gave me a once-over, clearly turned on.
She stepped in between my legs. I raised my hand and caressed her cheek, looking at her perfect, pink lips.
“And if I ask to sleep with you in return?” My voice was husky, my breaths quick and shallow. “Would you do it?”
I would never sleep with her under such conditions. I never had to force sex on anyone, not that I wanted to. I just wanted to hear her say she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I slid my fingers across her silky skin to her lips and ran my thumb over the seam of her lips. She gasped and bit into her lip, which was an unconscious reaction, I believed, but it was fucking sexy.
She was trembling, still silent as I moved my fingers across her jaw to her neck. If she said no, it would be hard for me to stop touching her, but I would stop.
“I’m attracted to you, Camilla. Tell me that you want me too. Tell me that you feel the same.”
She moaned, tilting her head to the side to allow me better access, and I stroked the sensual arch of her neck.
“You already know it.” Her voice was deeper, raspy. “You wouldn’t have invited me to this hotel room if you hadn’t figured that out already.”
“But I need to hear the words. Say it. Say you want me.” I tugged her to get her closer to me and placed my hands on her hips. I wouldn’t do anything to her before she said she wanted it, but I couldn’t resist touching her.
“I won’t force you to sleep with me as a part of some debt,” I reassured her. “I won’t sleep with you just because you owe me, so if you don’t want me, just say the word and we’re out of here.”
I left my hands on her hips, returning her gaze as I waited for her to answer me.
“I want you too, Merritt,” she almost whispered. “I shouldn’t, but I do.”
I groaned, beside myself with desire. That was all I needed to hear. I grabbed her hips and pulled her into my lap so that she was straddling me. Her skirt rose up, revealing her lush thighs, and I covered them with my hands.
“I’ll find you a job,” I muttered into her lips. “Now, no more talking.” And I kissed her.