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Sasha Ramirez
The sun was filtering through the window and flickering across my eyelids, reminding me that I’d fallen into bed without drawing the blinds the night before. I rolled over and groaned. Every inch of me was aching. It was as if I’d run a marathon in my sleep.
No, it had nothing to do with what I’d done in my sleep.
The memory of the night before flooded my mind, and I felt a flush of warmth rush to my face. And somehow, down below. What? Why? After that episode in the kitchen, I should be fine for sex for the rest of my life. I pushed myself up, wincing as my stomach muscles screamed in protest. Oh my God. Never in my life! My poor pussy was still throbbing and aching from the exertion. He’d almost wrecked me. I was pretty sure there were moments when I was barely conscious.
I finally pushed myself into a sitting position and glanced at my phone on the bedside table. And did a double-take.
9 a.m!How could I have slept so late?
Shit! Shit shit shit!
I shot out of bed, ignoring my aching muscles, and raced into the shower, dancing around beneath the spray for a minute before bolting out toward my dressing room.My dressing room! It still didn’t seem real.
Horatio would be here at 9.30 a.m. to take me to my first class of the day. “Deportment” … whatever the hell that meant. And then straight on to a meeting with a talent scout, who Mr. Walker’s PA Jane assured me knew all the right people in all the right places.
Mr. Walker.Was that what I should be calling him? It seemed so odd, especially after… I shook my head and quickly dressed. I couldn’t imagine him by that name, but “Prince” seemed strangely awkward too. Part of me still thought of him as Alec, the man who’d almost pleasured me on the dance floor. And then last night.My God.It still made my head spin.
Yet, the night before…. He’d held me. It had been surreal. Waking from that dream. That nightmare of Joe…the man who’d been my foster father when I was just a girl. After all those years of violation, I’d never been able to free around a man. My clumsy attempts at a sex life had left me cold. If I was honest with myself, I’d thought I was frigid.
Until last night.
I skipped down the hall past the kitchen, where I studiously ignored the center work counter, and reached for an apple in the bowl on the kitchen table. The intercom buzzed before I took my first bite, and I ran to the door, told Horatio I was on my way down, and raced for the elevator.
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Prince Walker
I’d lost track of time after my conversation with Andy when my phone rang and interrupted me. “What is it?” I snarled. I’d immersed myself in drawing up my plans.
“The Swiss are on board,” it was Andy. “Full buy-in. We just need to get the test results back and they’ll sign.” I felt a small swirl of satisfaction. “Wanna celebrate?” he continued. “I’m thinking drinks at The Oaks? I’ll book a table—”
“No,” I answered curtly. I wanted to celebrate alright, but not with the man on the other end of the phone. The rush of anticipated victory was making my cock hard. Did that make me a sick fuck? I didn’t give a damn.
“Oh-kaaay…” Andy dragged the word out. “Does this have anything to do with—?”
“None of your business,” I cut him off. I had no intention of discussing my private life with him. Andy Geller might be my best friend, but even he didn’t have an insight into my intimate matters – try as he might. I guess it was my own fault for letting him in on so many of my secrets. Our night at the club with Sasha and the other girls came immediately to mind. Andy had taken two hookers home, and I was betting he expected the same sort of thing was happening with Sasha.
Fuck.How could I have guessed how far from reality that would be right now?
“Just…be careful, okay?” he warned. I grunted in response. Sasha’s reaction to me that first night had been a shock. The way she’d stared at me in terror as she’d woken. And then that flat-eyed resignation when she’d laid herself across the bed. As if this was some quiet horror that she had no control over. It made my jaw clench. Call me anything you like, but rapist was not one of them. Hell no. Sasha Ramirez was going to be mine alright. But that decision would be all hers. My cock might be aching to be in her, but there was no way that would happen until she asked me first. And if I had my way, she wouldn’t just ask.
I glanced at my watch, picked up my phone and car keys, and got up from my desk, leaving my office briskly. Jane was at her desk as I swept past.
“Mr. Walker…”
I ignored her.
“Mr. Walker!”
I was gone.
Chapter 10
Sasha Ramirez
