I carried her into my office and slammed the door shut. I was pissed that I’d lost control. Angry that others had seen her halfnaked on my lap, even if they were all women. And stunned that I blew my load in my favorite goddamn five hundred dollar pair of pants.
I dropped her on the couch and stormed into the private bathroom to grab a change of clothes from the closet—pants for me and a dress shirt for Angelica. I was only gone for a minute, but she was up and digging in her bag near the door when I walked back in.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” I demanded, stalking towards her and pulling her back to the couch. I slid my dress shirt on her and started doing up the buttons.
“Back to my motel,” she mumbled as she tried to pull the shirt further down to cover more of her legs.
My fingers stilled on the buttons. “You don’t live around here?” I asked.
Angelica shook her head and I glared at her. She knew damn well I wanted more information than a simple no. “I grew up a few hours away but the college is here so I figured I should find a job closer to campus.”
“Where are you staying?” I demanded. When she rattled off the name of some budget motel in a questionable part of the city, I knew I wasn’t going to let her walk out of here by herself today. But I sure as shit wasn’t hiring her to dance either. Just the thought of guys watching her strip was enough to make me lose my mind.
“There’s no fucking way you are taking your clothes off for money in my club,” I explained.
“Then I’ll find somewhere else that will hire me,” she huffed.
“No, you won’t,” I countered. “Because nobody will touch you if I tell them you’re off limits. They know me well enough that they won’t want to get on my bad side. Not for some girl they don’t know when there are others they can hire instead without the hassle of dealing with me.”
She looked crushed as she realized that I had the power to destroy her. That wasn’t what I wanted, but my Angel needed to understand who was in charge here. Me. Not her. She might have my dick tied in knots, but I was still the one who would make the decisions about us.
“Fuck,” she hissed, angry tears starting to roll down her cheeks. “There’s no way I can pay for school and I have to move out of my mom’s house by the end of the month. What the hell am I going to do?”
Even though it was clear she was talking to herself and didn’t expect me to answer, I did some quick calculations in my head. She had two weeks before she wouldn’t have a place to live and another six weeks before school would start. A lot of my dancers were students, so I was pretty familiar with their schedules. And I knew how much they needed to make to pay their tuition because they were always pushing for more time on the stage if they were short.
“You’re going to be my personal assistant,” I threw out, wanting to keep her close to me.
Her head snapped back up at my job offer. “Your assistant?”
“Yeah, it’s a live-in position so you don’t have to worry about paying for an apartment. And if things work out then I’ll be flexible on the hours so you can commute back and forth between my place, school and here,” I explained.
“But that won’t pay enough,” she argued. “Trust me. I looked at other options before deciding to come here to audition.”
“I make more money than the other people you would have worked for, so I can afford to pay you more,” I said convincingly. “Besides, you’ll be available to me twenty-four seven so you deserve more compensation than with a regular nine-to-five job.”
I could practically see the hope spark in her eyes and then she looked down at my shirt covering her body with her whitepanties peeking out. “But I can’t possibly work for you,” she murmured. “Not after what just happened out there.”
That right there was one of the major differences between us. She was shy because I’d held her in my arms and made her come. But me? I wanted her in my home, working for me and dependent upon my generosity for the very same reason. I’d spent half of my thirty years chasing tail so I knew what happened out there between us wasn’t just lust. There was no way I’d let her walk away from me until I could explore whatever the fuck it was and decide what I wanted to do about it and her.
“Of course you can,” I reassured her. “I’m paying you to help me out, not to sleep with me. Whatever goes on between us is separate from you being my assistant.”
“If I work for you, then nothing else is going to happen,” she insisted, her spine straightening as she glared at me with indignation. She looked like a spitting kitten and even that managed to get me hard again.
“Trust me when I tell you you’re wrong, Angel,” I disagreed. “You may be too young to know it, but I’m old enough to know better. If you and I spend more time together? We’re going to fuck. Because there’s no way I’m going to walk around with a hard-on all day long and my cock gets hard just from the smell of you.”
She gulped at my crudeness. “And you think that’s going to make me want to accept your job offer?”
“No, I think you already want to take me up on it for a few different reasons. You won’t have to worry about a nice place to live. I’ll pay you enough money so that you can cover your tuition and then some. When school starts up, you’ll have learned the ropes already and I’ll make sure you have time for classes and studying. Plus, I’ll give you a clothing allowance so you can dress appropriately,” I explained. “And you can deny it all you want,but the biggest reason you want to say yes is because you want to be near me. You feel this pull between us same as I do.”
“And if I say I don’t?” she retorted.
I decided it was easier to prove I was right than to get her to admit to it. I leaned over and crushed my lips against hers, tasting her for the first time. Her mouth opened as she gasped in surprise, and I took full advantage as my tongue swept inside. I tangled her hair in one fist and held her jaw in the other as I plundered her mouth, demanding the response I deserved. It didn’t take very long for her body to soften in surrender, her tongue mating with mine and her hands grasping my shoulders. I allowed myself to savor her sweetness before pulling away.
“Don’t try to play games with me, little girl,” I growled. “Because I’ll win and you’ll lose every time.”
“No games,” she promised, her eyes cloudy with desire.
“Do you want the job or not?” I asked.
