Prince Walker
Girl on Fire
Igazed down at the girl standing before me, watching her at war with herself.
Fuck, she’s beautiful!
I could hear Jane shifting behind us, an unwelcome intrusion into this moment…ourmoment. Because there was no doubt in my mind, this moment was pivotal for us. This was the moment that defined everything that happened between us from here on out.
It would be the moment she gave in to me. Or walked out the door. If she walked out, that would be the end of it, and I’d let it go…perhaps. But if she stayed… Oh, if she stayed… Then, a whole world was about to open up to us.
The things I could do to you, sweet thing…
I waited silently, trying not to betray the tension within. It had been a long time since I’d faced a woman who I couldn’t read like a book. That slap had come totally out of left field, and for an instant, she’d set me back a pace. It was a feeling I wasn’t accustomed to. Not around women. With women, I took charge. I liked it that way. It worked for all of us when they gave themselves to me, and I took what I wanted. It was the natural order of things in my world.
Yet here you are, bringing in a new order?
Is that what I was doing?No!This was going to be a transaction. A mutually beneficial contractual agreement between two consenting adults. Adults who would take pleasure from each other and give it back in equal measure.
And then, of course, there was the pesky business of my fucking father and his damn fool demands. Which brought me back to how I’d started out on this little adventure in the first place. Looking for a high-class call-girl to play my fiancée for six months to get dear old dad off my back long enough to get back my spot on the board. No sex. No strings.
What the hell happened to that?
Thishappened, that’s what. This glorious vision, all sex and fire, and innocence bundled into a package made from all the best parts of a woman. As if God had decided to handcraft the ultimate wet dream of a girl, wrap her with a bow and drop her at my feet. Who was I to turn away an act of divine inspiration? After goddamn Angelique had ditched me for not just another man, but the bastard who’d wrecked my company…my career…maybe Prince Walker deserved a diversion. And Sasha Ramirez fit the bill.
Why the fuck isn’t she saying anything?
I fought the urge to lick my lips, which were suddenly dry. I lowered my hand from her face and let my hands hang limply at my sides. If she didn’t answer soon…didn’t acknowledge what I’d just said…
Then what, you idiot? You’ve already shown your last card.
It was true, and I silently cursed myself for it. Rookie business mistake. I’d thrown a crap ton of money at her, then threatened to yank it away if she didn’t give me an answer. Now I had nothing left to bargain with.Dammit.I sensed Jane moving anxiously beside me and willed her away, certain that if she intruded into this moment, the spell would be broken.
Hold your ground…Hold…
Sasha swallowed thickly, and I saw the creamy column of her throat move. A faint pulse twitched at the base of her neck, and I could imagine her heart rate spiking.
Come on. Come on!
She sucked in a breath and then released it as if that last sigh dispelled her remaining resistance. “O-Okay,” she said at last. “Okay, yes. I’ll do it.” She dropped her head, eyes fixed on the ground as the fight left her, and a swirl of victory swept through me. I felt my fingers curling into fists as I stopped myself from making another grab for her.
Mine!
I’d won her…she was mine! A slow smile spread, and she glanced up for a moment, looking terrified.
“Sir…?” It was fucking Jane.What now?
“What?” I snapped, spinning my head in her direction. Her face was a prim expressionless mask, but I knew beneath it all, there was disapproval. Fuck that. I didn’t need her approval to do this. My life. My choice.
“Mr. Walker, I believe you’ll need to finalize the contract? With…Ms. Ramirez?” she said demurely. I was pretty sure it was an act. I had no doubt that deep down, my prissy secretary was wishing she was the one signing the contract. We’d already navigated this particular road. As hot as the woman might be, I didn’t fuck my staff. It was just too hard to find a decent personal assistant.
I shook my head and turned away from the suddenly meek redhead who’d just left her mark on me. “Fine,” I conceded, taking a seat at my desk. I glanced up at Sasha. “Please. Sit.” It wasn’t a request, and she obeyed immediately, taking the chair across the desk from me. As if, with the battle over, she was grateful for the reprieve.
“There are some details to attend to,” I said crisply. I’d worked this all out. Everything I needed from her to guarantee that this ran smoothly. The behavior I’d expect from her to ensure that she fit into my world. After all, I had no idea what kind of person I was about to invite into my life. Jane had found her through an escort agency…a hooker, no less.
So why didn’t she just jump at the cash?
Probably hoping to push for more,I thought to myself. I glanced up at her now, where she was sitting, head still bowed, hands clasped on her knees. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. Like a penitent schoolgirl. Something tightened in my groin. That would be nice. Naughty girl on her knees with my cock in her mouth—
