Weak for Him (6 page)

I continued to read through
articles and amendments until I went cross-eyed. At the end of the
five-hundred-something pages, there were two documents with a small
X beside a line.

I swallowed down the lump in my
throat.

What if I got old and ugly? What
if I wanted to get married or have children? What if I fell in
love?

Love
, as stated in the
contract,
between clients and/or other employees is strictly
prohibited and will result in immediate termination.

My heart dropped. Love, had yet to
find me, and to be honest, Cupid had not shot his arrows in my
direction for quite some time. Love was nonexistent, but do I want
love? What other emotion is as powerful as that one? Love only
happened in fairy tales.

With the final thought, I grabbed
the pen and scribbled my Jane Hancock across the line.

"Are you sure you don't want legal
advice?" Paisley asked, a little concerned.

I hesitated before signing the
last page, and then went for it.

"You only live once, right?" I
said.

And that's when Paisley's mouth
dropped open.

"No one has ever denied legal
advice," she said.

I threw my chips on the table and
played the hand that Lady Luck dealt.

Please don't be a bitch, I
thought.

Seven

"
I
f you say so." Paisley
signed her name below mine and Jesse notarized the document,
grudgingly.

"We are all set, I suppose,"
Paisley said before picking up the phone on her desk and dialing a
four-digit extension.

"It's done. I'll send her up," she
said, and then hung up the phone.

Jesse leaned on the corner of the
desk and stared at me, daring me to say something. But I didn't,
and neither did she. I wasn't sure why she hated me so much, but I
hoped she would get over it. I hated when people disliked me,
especially for no reason.

"Jennifer, Mr. Felton would like
to see you in his office," Paisley said.

The sound of his name conjured up
a strange excitement.

"Do you remember where his office
is?"

"Umm… no."

"Jesse, can you bring her? I have
to fill out some additional paperwork before we leave for our ten
o'clock appointment."

Jesse stood, but didn't wait for
me. I was just supposed to follow. As I trailed behind her, I
noticed how much prettier she was than me. Her aura, although
bitchy, held a certain kind of confidence that probably drove men
crazy. What was my aura?

She pushed the up arrow and we
waited for the elevator to arrive. Once it opened, we stepped
inside, and she pressed the fifteenth floor. As we moved upward,
she stopped the elevator in mid-flight and then turned on me.
Beauty and fury stared at me, waiting for me to make my move, but I
stood my ground and returned the most uninterested look I could
manage. I learned from the best after all.

"Listen to me. You think you are
so pretty and sweet and innocent, but I know better. I can see
straight through your little act. You better be on your toes
because I already don't like you. And I will do everything I can to
make sure you don't make it out of training. So get ready, little
virgin girl. Get ready for the time of your fucking life." Her
voice was full of vengeance and hate.

I reached over and pressed the
button to continue upward.

"Challenge accepted," I said to
her through gritted teeth.

Although Jesse towered over me
like a giant, I wasn't concerned. What would she do, punch me?
Fight me? I fought boys all my life. I wasn't the type of girl that
got manicures on Saturdays or dyed my hair. She couldn't handle
this, and no matter what she had to say, or what she tried to do,
sabotaging my career wouldn't work.

As the elevator opened, she tried
to block me from exiting. I gave her my best football player
shoulder as I walked passed her, and I heard her scoff at my
actions. Without looking back, I knew that I had successfully made
a permanent enemy. Fantastic, just what I needed.

Everything looked familiar. The
girl at the circular desk, the windows, and the door at the end of
the hall with Mr. Felton's name etched across.

I straightened my shirt and pants
before I knocked on the door. He instructed me to enter. I inhaled
and turned the knob. Mr. Felton sat at his desk, closed the laptop,
and then intertwined his fingers together before giving me that
boyish grin that made my heart palpitate.

"Ms. Downs." My name sounded
velvety coming from his lips.

"Mr. Felton," I
retorted.

"I knew you'd make the right
choice."

He guided me closer toward the
view of the city and I gasped. The casinos, fake world attractions,
and buildings filled the streets. The view was even better than the
last time I caught a glimpse. Basically, he had front row seats to
Sin City.

"It's beautiful," I
whispered.

He turned his head and stared at
me. Heat coursed through my veins and touched my cheeks.

I tried to focus on the city
scene, and the feelings I experienced. I wanted to memorize every
single detail of the Strip as it lay below my feet.

"Tell me about you."

I scoffed and shook my
head.

He grabbed my wrists, and walked
me backward until my ass hit the wall.

"I'm not joking. Now tell me."
That accent and messy hair combined with bright green eyes made him
deliciously dickish in every sense.

"I wouldn't know where to
start."

"Let's start here."

He grabbed both my wrists in one
hand and undid the buttons of the black shirt he made me wear,
controlling each little button. The fabric got in the way of his
view, so he moved it aside taking in every inch of my breasts
spilling over the top of the lacy bra.

"Start with your past
relationships."

The more I looked at him, the more
I asked myself what I was doing. I could have left his office, but
I didn't. It seemed it was too late to go back on my contract, too
late to run away and never come to this building again. Although I
was only into the business a few inches deep, every bit of me was
cemented in, locked in legally, and as sick as it was, I liked
it.

"I dated a guy for a year or so,
and we were pretty serious. I thought maybe we would get married
one day, but he wanted to have sex, and I wanted to wait until I
was married."

Mr. Felton unbuttoned my pants and
unzipped them a few inches, allowing enough room for his hands to
slip inside my panties. I wiggled my wrists to stop him but he
pinned both of my arms above my head.

"Don't, and continue," he
whispered.

"His name was Greg. It was puppy
love. He did nice things for me constantly, but then one day it all
stopped. Like the fresh flowers had died, and I knew it was
over."

While I spoke, his hand inched
down my panties. I couldn't move, I couldn't run, and I didn't want
to.

"Oh, you're wet. Do you like this,
Ms. Downs? Did he ever touch your clit? Like this? "

And he pushed harder on my clit
and I sunk into it. "You didn't fucking answer me."

His fingers parted me, and he
began to add pressure and swirl in motions that I had never
experienced before. Then backed away.

I struggled and fought to speak.
"No. He never touched me. Anywhere. I wouldn't let him." My voice
was low and wavering.

"Do you feel when I add pressure
here between the folds of your labia," he said, and then barely
dipped the end of a finger around the outside of my opening. My
knees went weak.

"Yes." I struggled to speak. "It
feels… really… good."

No one had ever explored my body
in such a way, but oh god, I wanted him too. I wanted him to keep
going. Every touch, every movement was turning me into clay.
Something that he could mold and make into whatever he
wanted.

"My little virgin is so wet. I
fucking love it. And so do you."

The movements of his hands were
bringing me to a place I had never been. My muscles began to
tighten, my breathing picked up, and I inhaled deeply. Mr. Felton
shook his head and pulled his hand from my panties, leaving my body
wanting, begging for more.

He leaned in and whispered in my
ear. "Did he ever make you come?"

I shook my head.

"Have you ever had an
orgasm?"

I shook my head again.

"Today is your lucky day, isn't
it?"

His hot breaths danced up and down
my neck and around my ears. His hand slowly inched themselves back
in my panties. The rhythmic motions brought me closer to the edge,
and I pushed into him, pulling him closer, wanting to tip over and
pour out, to experience an orgasm because I could feel the
overcoming build taking over every part of me. I moaned.

"Why did you end it?"

I panted and bit my lip with
satisfaction. With each word, I had to forcefully breathlessly
focus on answering his question.

"I found out. He was cheating on
me. With a family friend. He got the girl pregnant."

"Did it anger you?"

I was so close. I think? I could
feel it. And I whimpered and thought I would lose my balance. He
removed his hand from my panties, yet a-fucking-gain.

"Not yet. You'll come when I let
you."

Oh fuck.
I wanted to bitch
slap that smirk from his beautiful face, grab his hair, and yank it
hard.

"Now tell me. Did it anger
you?"

"Not as much as you are right
now."

"Wrong answer."

He crossed his arms and I released
a sigh of desperation, and want, and longing. I needed to feel it.
I drank the horny potion, and I needed to get it out. It was making
me crazy and unfocused. I had never been so turned on in my life
and either he would finish the job, or I would learn
how.

"What is your type?"

He laced his fingers through my
hair and lightly tugged, forcing me look into his deep green
eyes.

"I asked you about your
type."

"I don't fucking know, okay?"
Frustration didn't fully describe my feelings. He jerked my pants
down along with my panties and spread my legs wide as he slammed my
ass against the cold wall. Like they were magnetized, his hands
found their place on my clit again. Slow, mesmerizing movements,
and I promised to tell him anything he wanted to know, but short
answers because full conversation was out of the
question.

"Tall and handsome."

He murmured, "So what you're say
is you want to
fuck
me
, little virgin?"

"Fuck you." I panted. And he
released his hand from my wrists, and stuck his finger in my mouth,
and I sucked and licked it.

What the hell was I
doing?

He moaned with satisfaction as he
satisfied me. At that moment, I would have let him slam me against
his wooden desk and fuck me senseless. He knew it and so did my
body. But I couldn't be wham-bam-thank you-fucked. My virginity was
for sale. We both knew that. It was clearly spelled out in the
legal document I signed.

"That look on your face. I know
what it means. I want to hear you yell it when you're coming.
Fucking tell me," he said between soft lips as he ran his fingers
through my hair.

My hips naturally moved with the
rhythm of his hand, and I sank deeper into my emotions, allowing
the movement and pressure to consume every bit of me. It took me in
and pushed me out until I couldn't control myself any longer. And
then it happened.

"Oh. Fuck. I think. I'm. Coming,"
I whispered.

The sweet flood of release
overtook me physically as every muscle tightened and clenched
below. He kept the movement slow and soft until I had completely
finished coming. My legs wobbled, and I thought I would fall, but
he steadied me as I lost myself in the orgasmic wave. My heart
pounded, trying to beat itself from my chest, and I thought I would
crumble into nothingness and become dust in the wind. I was
useless.

Oh my fucking… god.
What
had I been missing all of my life?

He fidgeted with his dark blue tie
and removed the space between us. I didn't know what to do or say.
Soap and summer breeze filled my nose, and I could feel his
erection pressing on my leg.

I looked into his eyes. Without
saying a word, he searched and called me like his personal sex
kitten. I opened my mouth to say something,
anything
, and he
placed one finger over my lips and whispered in my ear.

"Don't say I never fucking gave
you anything. Now get out."

"You are
such
an
asshole."

"That's
Mr.
Asshole to
you."