The Tycoon's Virgin Bride - Part 3 (The Corskovi Dynasty) (7 page)

“Are
you nervous,
Ms
Sherwood?” Carlos asked as he shifted
some papers on his desk.

“Um.
No, Mr. um…
Kincade
.”

“Then
please don’t stroke your fingers like that. It drives me crazy.”

“Sorry,
sir.”

He
paused not saying a word then the question came out to her like an explosion.

“Is
there a reason why you aren’t wearing panties right now?”

Elsie
entire body ran cold. She stiffened as if frozen by her own guilt and shame.

“Excuse
me?” she asked trying to stifle the quiver in her voice. The nerve of him! How
could he possibly know? Don’t tell me Mr. Super stud had x-ray vision eyes,
too!

“I
don’t like having to repeat myself,
Ms
Sherwood.”

“Um…I
don’t understand…”

This
time he dropped the papers he was holding on the top of his oak desk, looking
more unreadable and he stared into her eyes. “You walked in here with no
panties on,
Ms
Sherwood. Is that not true?”

“Um…well…”

“I
could smell the scent of your sex as you entered. And that dress…you should
have worn a slip underneath if you wanted to refrain from exposing yourself.”

Elsie
felt fire heat her cheeks. Her throat closed up. He could see what she was
wearing…or not wearing underneath her dress. Oh, God! Talk about a bad first
impression. Talk about a bad wrong impression. This was so not like her. What
was she thinking? She’d really screwed up now.

“Might I
remind you of our dress code.
”

“Pardon
me, sir…but it doesn’t specifically say to wear panties.” She was sorry when
the words carelessly left her lips in defence of her ego.

“The
dress code is to dress in a professional manner,
Ms
Sherwood. And continue to call me sir.”

What
was Carlos thinking? That she could be the one? No way. She was way too out of
his league. Gullible. Innocent. She’d never pull it off. They’d never believe
he’d chosen her to be his lawfully wedded wife. Yet she was the best prospect,
he’d read her history and knew about her bereavement leave for her mother and
how she’d asked for a company loan on a few occasions. Looked like the kid
deserved a break. He wasn’t always accepted into the
Kincade
family as the illegitimate son of the heir. He knew what growing up struggling
was all about.
 
She was certainly
more
honorable
than those gold-digging super models
and socialites he’d dated in the past.
The ones who would
sell his story out to the highest bidder of the tabloids.
A muscle twitched
in his jaw at the very thought of that. Again.

“We’ll
come back to that later.” His voice was calm and cool like a breezeless summer
day. Yet his eyes were compelling. He seemed to enjoy the innocent company of
this young psychologist in training. Educated, smart woman with
values—except for the panty disappearance act.
 
“By the way, next time you want to come
off in a public place, please ensure no one else is around.”

“You
know…?” she stopped herself.

A grin
of amusement touched the corner of his lips and his eyelids dropped to Elsie’s
cleavage momentarily.

“There
were workmen nearby to fix the echoing around the change rooms. Well, to put it
short, they had assumed that I was in there with you. Not a good thing. But
when they saw you come out alone they’d figured it was just …yourself.”

The
look on Elsie’s face was that of morbidity. As if someone had just told her
that she was no longer alive and living in an alternate universe. The color
left her beautiful pouty lips and face
..

“Are
you going to be alright?” Carlos voice did not raise a fraction it was cool and
calm and steady as always. He got up from his seat and walked over to Elsie
putting his arm around her.

“It’s
okay,
mon
Cherie. It won’t
go any further. I’ve told the men they are not to mention anything.”

She
looked up to him meeting his gaze with pleading eyes that soon turned to
annoyance.

“Do you
often have your staff followed or watched?”

“Only
when they are in places they shouldn’t be. You didn’t read the sign that it was
under construction?”

“There
were signs? Why
not
 
bar
it off?”

“You
rushed in there so fast according to the security cameras. The washrooms are
fine, just not the changing area where you…were left with your fantasies.”

“You’re
enjoying this aren’t you?”

“Not
really. You almost had me on the front page of the tabloid again. Could you
imagine if they were underpaid disgruntled workers looking for a way for a fast
buck.
The tabloids paint guilt first then you have to
prove your innocence later.”

“I see
your point. I’m sorry…I don’t usually…do this…I was just trying out the…new…”

Carlos
saw the way her face turned thirty shades of red. He did not want to hurt her.
But he was aroused by her presence. His crutch was reacting to her sweetness.
Her sex. Just knowing she was not wearing panties right now and the scent of
her sex was killing him inside. He wanted to jump her right there and then.

He
would have a
full blown
erection very soon. He had to
resist his urge to spank her or to fuck her senseless. Maybe having her this
close to him was a mistake after all.

The
truth was Carlos had been watching her for over a year now since she started
working in the café on the ground floor of the
Kincade
building, admiring her from afar.
Her sweet
demeanor
with the customers.
Her humility. Rushing
off to classes after her shift finished. She never got involved in gossip and
greeted the cleaners. He’d been watching her closely. But his position stopped
him from doing anything about it.
Until now.

“Are
you involved?”

“What?”

He drew
in a deep breath. He didn’t like to ask questions twice.

“No.
I’ve been busy with my studies.”

“Good.
What made you decide you could work for our Home Pleasures department?” He
gazed directly into her
eyes,
again she fidgeted with
her fingers. She was a bundle of nerves.

Elsie’s
heart was thundering uncontrollably in her chest. She was toast and she knew
it. There was no way she could work for Home Pleasures and not for Carlos
again. What did she have to lose? May as well walk out with her dignity and
stick with her café job pulling in more hours and begging for a scholarship to
finish her education. He was toying with her wasn’t he? Well she’d give him the
truth.

“Well,
um…I needed a decent stable well-
paying
 
job
with good benefits to pay off
my debt and fund my dream of finishing my college degree and eventually
becoming an industrial psychologist. I thought the Home Pleasures department
was out of my league since some would call me a prude but I thought—I
could learn anything. What did I have to lose?”

Elsie
could not believe the words oozed out of her trembling lips. Her voice was
remarkably steady considering how she’d felt inside. But after that humiliating
experience of being caught masturbating while calling out her boss’s name, what
else could possibly go wrong?

A grin
of amusement touched the corner of Carlos sweet full lips and he looked
delicious.
So adorable.
She could reach out and devour
him. There was some magnetic chemical reaction in the air between them.
 

He got
up from his seat and shoved his hands in his suit, looking like a hot
GQ
model, his eyes fixed on Elsie as he circled her like a
prey ready to eat. “Honesty.”

Elsie
felt her throat close up. Was he assessing her or disappointment in her? She’d
soon find out.

“I love
that in a woman,” he said in a low voice that sent shivers up her spine.
Butterflies let loose in her stomach.

Elsie’s
mouth was glued shut after that long spiel. She was terrified of saying
anything else at that moment.

“Do you
love sex?”

“Um…well…who
doesn’t…
.I
mean I think that question is irrelevant
and very daring of you, sir.”

“You
want me to hire someone selling sex toys if they hate sex. Don’t you think that
would be like selling candy in a candy store when you don’t like
children.
The vibes would surely be trickled to the customer,
Ms
Sherwood. I can assure you.”

“It
certainly says a lot about you selling women’s pleasure toys,” she finally
uttered.

“And
why not? Fuck, they sell guns to hurt people in some department stores
, ,yet
they want to censor objects that bring people pleasure.
How fucked up is that?”

Stunned
by his rawness, she replied. “You have a point…sir.” It didn’t take long for
her to find out that her charming prince was a dominant man.

She
glanced to the side and caught his erection bulging through his crotch of his
expensive looking pants. Her pussy throbbed with need and anticipation. She
really wouldn’t mind him taking her right there and then. She wanted Carlos
Kincade
inside her right now. God, what was wrong with her
all of a sudden?

He
stood to the side and glanced at her, stroking her hair slightly. “Who did that
to you?” His voice was cold as ice and emotionless.

“Did
what?” she breathed heavily.

“The
scar on the side of your hairline.”

“Oh…um…I’d
rather not say at this time…sir.”

“Very
well. We don’t know each other on that level yet. That’s fine.”

She
sucked in a deep breath and kept her head forward. Her nipples hardened under
her blouse. Could he see that, too? Was she going to get this job or not?

“What
do you know about me,
Ms
Sherwood?”

That
question got her.

“Well…sir…You’ve
spent a lot of time changing the direction of
Kincade’s
department store from when your grand…I mean your great-grandfather opened up
the flagship store in lower Manhattan
rivaling
Macy’s. You work hard and spend time on perfecting how to please your customers
with
the believe
that happy customers are repeat
customers. And…you’re the hottest item out there in the whole corporation.
Women would fall over each other for a chance to be with you and you don’t even
know it. You date occasionally but you’re a typical workaholic. Married to your
ambition and power and making your mark in the world.”

Carlos
eyebrow raised a fraction for the first time.
A sign of his
being normal.
“Is that how you feel about me?”

“I
don’t think I’ll answer that question, sir.”

A grin
played on his lips again. “Fine. Are you aware of a non-disclosure agreement?”
He said leaning into her, his intoxicating aroma gripping her, driving her
crazy. She had to have him or she’d go insane. He nuzzled her neck with his
soft lips and she felt her head spin into a whirlwind.
 
She wanted him inside her. She must be
dreaming? No way could this be happening. Carlos
Kincade
stroking her, touching her neck with his lips. God, why
didn’t
 
he
slide his fingers down her
blouse and ease the ache in her nipples. Why didn’t he pull up her dress and
pleasure the wetness between her legs and throbbing folds?

She
turned around stunned for words. “A non-disclosure agreement?”

“Yes, a
confidentiality agreement or confidential disclosure agreement, secrecy
agreement whatever you call it, it’s a legal contract between at least two
parties that outlines confidential material, knowledge or information with
restricted access to those involved.”

Elsie
gaped in shock.

“Well
because I want you to sign one before I proceed further with our…meeting.”

“That
doesn’t make any sense.”

“It
will soon. Do you agree to sign one? That what we do and discuss from this
second on shall be kept inside this office and between the two of us and not
another living breathing soul? Yes or no?”

Elsie
drew in a deep breath and tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach and the
ache in between her thighs. Was he going to fuck her? Make love to her? Show
her some weird and exotic sex-
capade
that she’d only
fantasized about? Was he going to make her his love slave or some submissive or
something? Oh, my God! But if she didn’t sign then she would never know.

He
handed her the document. “I see you thought this through.” She wanted to ask
him how many other women have signed such a document.