Forbidden Prescription: A Stepbrother Romance (33 page)

I saw I had more instructions from the mysterious Mr. Fox. A few lines down were the details of his plans, and did a double-take when I saw the changes he had made to his schedule. Aimee, another person, and I were named as his above the line contacts. Aimee’s name was listed as his executive-in-charge, and I was his executive assistant. But who was the other person? My mind clicked a mile a minute.

Then I read through the letter. Driver Fox was restructuring
Fox-Regency
, and I was handling the scheduling for the entire company. But why, when Aimee did most everything including HR and Payroll. What was Driver up to?

I flashed to the news spot I had glimpsed on Driver’s TV earlier. “Company Magazine Founder Driver Fox to Announce Regency Expansion.” I opened my flash drive and opened a set of older files that the previous assistant had set aside. Or maybe they were files that she had forgotten to erase.

And saw a queue of the biggest names around
23 Wall Street
in NYC. I gawked at the screen. The news and online tabloids alleged that Driver was preparing for a corporate shuffle. But most of them only talked about the different women he dated instead of the real story. I didn’t have to wonder why now. According to the files I read Driver wanted more than the prestige of making
Fox
the biggest magazine in the world. He was going to take it and his company public with an IPO.

Driver was divvying up his intellectual properties to make them private entities. He planned to bring them under one umbrella at
Fox-Regency
. Then have the company available as stock shares to the public. Not one, but two social media giants I knew about had already tried it. Going public was a risk.

If he was able to pull off his plan, he was going to become the richest billionaire in the media world. I leaned against the stainless steel refrigerator in the kitchen dumbfounded. There was so much more to Driver Fox, no wonder he is surrounded by women everywhere he goes. I noticed the throng of beach bunnies sigh after my boss had emerged from the Pacific waves like some kind of aquatic deity. And I also noticed that he didn’t give one of them a glance as he walked over to me. And from the looks of these files they should have been secured? He wanted a first-string of team players he could count on for the big leagues.

The whole thing made me think about jumping back into business. I’d been studying at a tech school. But didn’t feel ready to make the leap.

"Wow.” I added the scheduling Driver annotated. I forwarded letters to Aimee and a copy to Jenks as instructed. Then I erased everything I’d done. I didn’t need anyone seeing I was poking around—especially my boss.

“Everything fine, miss?”

I spun around with my hand over my chest. “Jenks. You scared me.”

The valet walked towards the refrigerator, he retrieved a colander of fresh plums. Then he found two wine glasses. “Dinner was satisfactory?”

“Yes.” The scampi he had served me must have been made by his own two hands. I noticed a garden behind the rear courtyard and I was sure that the fresh thyme I had tasted had come from there. “I don’t think I’ve tasted anything so delicious. Wouldn’t want to share the recipe, would you?” Jenks gave me a small smile.

“Everything is prepared by my hands, except for when we entertain. The master is in the reading room. You will meet with the master there when he and his guest are finished.”

Jenks drifted to another part of the mansion, while I tried to wrap my head around when my boss would have time to read. Between his daily treks to gosh knows where, and his evening jaunts undisclosed. He had me wondering truly where he found time to decompress.

I trekked through the main floor of the bungalow, wound up, and tense after a long day. I hoped I’d find an indoor pool somewhere between all the arcade games, big TVs and leather lounge seats. When I heard giggling behind a door near the large living room.

“Driver? Mr. Fox?” I knocked but nobody answered. I peered around the door frame, and what I saw made me draw in my breath sharply.

The woman was young and Driver looked magnificent. His torso was nude, but I couldn’t see his face. He had mounted her like a stallion on the Persian carpet.

C
hapter Eight

I should have fled and tried to forget what I had seen.

I listened at the door more intently. And realized that Driver was giving it to the girl good. At least, I thought it was him. Squinting, I tried to get a better look. Then I gasped when I realized it was a movie. Jenks had said he had returned and I’d see him after his meeting.

The woman on the screen in his reading room was his meeting? My curiosity egged me to sneak around and see why my boss was in the low lit library. Then I thought better of it. If he was into kink, that was his business. I shut the door hoping it wouldn’t creak.

I headed off to find Jenks, cursing myself for being too nosy for my own damn good. I walked in and out of game rooms, a gym, and a laundry. I watched through a window as a dark sedan pulled out from the house. It had to be Jenks. I could see if Driver was not indisposed now—then decided against it. The last thing I needed to do was scamper up to the reading library and find him naked. The man had an amazing body, and the self-discipline to keep it so firm and hard. I tried not to think of him in some acrobatic position pounding the living daylights out of some strange woman.

I saw a path to the west of the secluded bungalow. It looked like it crawled down toward the shore. From the front of the house, the ocean seemed miles away. But I wondered if the rock strewn path went where I thought. My boss was otherwise occupied and from the looks of the movie he’d been watching, he could be busy for a while.

Starting down the steep cliff, I felt my smartphone hum. It was my sister, Kris. She called me only when she wanted something. And we weren’t even close. I switched my phone to silent and continued down the cliff side.

Maybe I could get to the beach for a little bit. I wouldn’t be gone long. I’d have a look around, be back, and Driver would never know the difference.

The shoreline came up to my feet in no time. The path was a short hike down and I was standing on the shore watching the water crash onto the sand. The night air was balmy, and the ocean was often ten degrees or so cooler.

I touched my toe into the water, then squealed. I glanced around the beach and couldn’t see a house. Except for Driver’s, which was yards from the coast. I guessed this scenic shore was why the rich enjoyed their life. It was a perfect place to strip naked and skinny dip without anybody seeing. I stripped off my clothes and raced into the water.

I dove under the foam, and swam beneath the surface. The tension in my neck and shoulders ebbed away, and I broke the surface, feeling light and free.

That's when I saw my boss staring straight at me.

I spotted my clothes at his bare feet. I stared at him covering my breasts with my arm. The water splashed around my hips and I paused. “Well? You going to turn around?”

Driver stood, then he spun his back to me. I ran through the surf and tugged my clothes over my wet body. I wished I’d had a scarf or a towel to wrap around my hair. Wondering how long it would stay wet before it kinked. I’d got my skirt around my ankles when I saw Driver turn. “Stay still,” I said.

He turned around anyway. “Consider my attraction part of your bonus.”

I stared, wondering what he meant. When I noticed the bulge stretching down one side of his slacks, and it continued to grow. I hiked up my skirt and headed for the cliffside. Driver cut off my retreat.

“I suppose I don’t have to tell you I like the beach. I bought this stretch of land for the view. It’s a nice view.” I glimpsed my boss closing in, and I tried to circle around him. He matched me toe to toe. “And this evening, it has gotten a whole lot better.”

Here we were, on his secluded beach front property, and no one around but the two of us. “I work for you, Mr. Fox. That’s all.” He blocked me again and I looked at him, pissed. “Is this another one of your ‘tests’?” I saw him gaze me head to toe, as a grin spread across his handsome face.

“You passed that test back at the house. And I believe I’m who you’re testing now?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked. Driver gripped my shoulders. “I’m your assistant, Mr. Fox. At your beck and call.”

“Only because I’m paying you.” Driver gripped me tighter and I felt my blouse slip down my shoulders. “That’s no longer enough.”

Driver dipped his head and drew me close, crushing me against his hard chest as he kissed me.

C
hapter Nine

Driver dropped to the sand taking me with him.

“We can’t do this! I’m not one of your women you can just turn on and turn off like a light.”

“I turn you on?” The rasp of his tongue did things to me I’d never imagined. He ran his palms over my tits and I felt his erection prodding my scantily clad body. His size was almost too much to hold as I tried to slip away and my hand knocked against his erection. His cock bobbed and lengthened, and I gasped as his hardness angled up my belly.

Somehow he’d undone his pants. He cupped my ass and lifted me in his arms. “Great night for a swim.” He ran into the waves and we collided in the foam. He dragged me onto his chest crushing my breasts as he dipped his tongue inside my mouth. We kissed in the water, as he pushed my skirt aside and thrust his big cock in and out, over, and again. He held me still while he rammed his pole deep inside me. The water buoyed us as he ravaged me until I begged him to go harder.

What was I doing? I thought for moment. He was my boss and I was always a good girl. My mama would have a conniption if she was alive. Screwing a man I’d only just met. He pulled me with him onto the beach and he laid on top of me in the sand. His long body rested over me as he found my heat and drove his hard cock into me hard and steady.

He threw me onto his stomach and had me ride him with my back to his face. I slid up and over him, turning to face him and took him to the hilt. His eyes rolled back as he held my hips. He shoved himself hard inside me, making my body clench as my teeth chattered.

He ravaged me on the sand by the surf. And he gave me himself so fully I exploded into a thousand stars. Hearing him talk dirty as he drove his hard stomach against my slit.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Want me like the porn you saw me watching.” I froze realizing he knew I’d been peeking. But I looked in his hungry eyes and could only ride him faster. He felt so good as he told me the creative ways he intended to violate me. Suddenly, he stilled, and I shuddered as I felt him burst, filling me with his seed.

I collapsed onto him as he showered me with kisses in the night.

“That’s right,” Driver growled.

I heard the waves rolling and crashing passionately inches away from us.

“You’re mine.”

C
hapter Ten

I woke up to the rap of knuckles on my door. “Yes?” Jenks entered and I dragged the duvet to my chest.

“The master expects you this morning.”

He was right. Driver had said he has breakfast before work. Or was it exercise? He’d given my hips and thighs a serious workout last night on the beach. I tried to ignore the tingle I had. Driver Fox had begun my orientation with his special brand of welcome. I couldn’t remember bringing myself to orgasm so fiercely. I’d had to learn to pleasure myself after the few men I’d dated couldn’t handle making love. Well, Driver and I hadn’t made love; it was just sex.

I held my forehead in my hand, realizing suddenly what I had done.

“Is anything the matter, Miss?”

Oh, nothing much. I only slept with my boss my first day on the job. Oh, and I learned he is a beast when he screws. I have the tender nipples to prove it.

I shook my head.

“Very well. I took the liberty of preparing your breakfast. I didn’t see a reply to my query during your swim. I hope eggs over easy and pancetta with a honey-buttered croissant will be fine?”

“Yes, I’m sure anything you prepare will be delicious. You know how to cook. The most complicated I get is slapping a sandwich together at midnight.”

“Not any longer, miss. And your wardrobe and stylist will arrive after your meeting with the master. A new schedule I received from you has a window open today. I added an appointment per the master’s request. Your new itinerary should have been sent to your phone.”

Jenks closed the door but not before I got to him first. “Jenks? Where are you from?”

“England, miss.” He nodded and then left me. I was sure he knew what had happened, but I was grateful that he hadn’t mentioned anything about it. I stopped in the middle of my shower.

I had a stylist appointment?

* * *

T
he balcony
on the main floor of the mansion overlooked the cliffside. I sat across from Driver, making a point to sit with my back facing the cliff. He read a paper while Jenks set a glass of bright green gook in a tall crystal glass in front of him.