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“Please sign here,” a woman named Jackie told him.
A mix of excitement and apprehension pumped into his veins, accelerating his heart rate. Theo Rhodes picked his Mont Blanc pen from the inside of his jacket and scribbled his trademark signature. Interesting. No one used real paper contracts anymore. The old-fashioned touch brought a feeling of nostalgia to him, calming him down a bit. People also didn’t buy virginity any longer, yet here he was.
“You’ll have five minutes to talk to her. We call it a grace period,” Jackie announced. “We’ll bring her in, and if after the five minutes you’re both still sure about this, we’ll sign the contract for the month and your account will be charged half the amount. If you try anything inappropriate with her, you’ll be charged the full amount.”
Just to talk to her, he’d had to sign a confidentiality agreement. According to Jackie, they’d charged him a non-refundable deposit of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars for the grace period. Not that he needed one, but fuck, he’d go with the flow.
He’d been on a business trip because his sleazeball uncle Horace had stopped checking their partner companies in Vegas as he used to. Rhodes Enterprises had become one of the most successful exporters of processed petroleum oils, copper, and pipes from his country.
When a business associate had told Theo about this place, he couldn’t believe his luck. House of Alexa. The answer to all his problems.
The idea had tempted him like no other. After all, his marriage to Talia was a fact of life. In two months, he’d marry her and fulfill a longtime arrangement put in place before he’d known what marriages were. How could he go ahead and marry her and produce heirs when he hadn’t fucked in three years?
He’d gotten intimate with his hand, sure, but after Eleni, he’d avoided screwing women to keep from physically hurting them. Guilt washed over him, and he clenched his jaw. A virgin like Talia wouldn’t be able to handle him, and he could jeopardize the entire marriage and merger if he didn’t please her or worse, hurt her. After all, one of the clauses of their marriage contract stipulated that she could change her mind after thirty days. So if he sent her running for the hills within the first month, then all would have been for nothing.
His marriage to Talia was the only way for him to fulfill a promise made by his father to his belated grandfather, and also to save the company from his uncle’s shady business practices and possible embezzlement.
If he managed to break in a virgin successfully, without causing her a trip to the nearest hospital because of his troublemaking, extra-large penis, he’d gain his confidence back. No one would get hurt. Not a lot, anyway. It was a strange problem to have. He knew this.
“Wait here. We’ll bring her in a second,” Jackie said, sauntering out of the small office room.
He headed for the wet bar and poured himself some whisky into one of the tumblers. Soon, the liquid rolled down his throat, burning its way into his gut. His groin stirred with anticipation.
Shit. He ran his fingers into his hair, then gulped down the remains of the amber liquid. For a moment, a rush of adrenaline spiked through him, and he hoped it would distract him from the very real unsteadiness in his feet. The moment he’d seen Lolita on the stage, he’d known.
She would be a great pupil for him, and at the same time, she’d teach him how to pleasure a virgin without wrecking her pussy. Well, he wanted to wreck her pussy in a good way. Not the same way Eleni—
The sound of the door clicking made him turn around.
At last, Lolita had shown up.
His heart drummed in his chest, his body temperature quickly rising like he’d just run in the scorching desert. Moisture evaporated from his throat, and a growing lust impacted every part of him.
She was of medium height, yet her beauty somehow made her taller, bigger, more imposing. Her throat worked visibly. His cock strained against his pants, but he rushed to the swiveling chair, using it as a shield.
“Hi,” she said, her voice low and sexy.
“Hi,” he said, her beauty mesmerizing him. Waves of rich brown hair framed her gorgeous face, and the brown eyes called to him. Was it fear or excitement he detected? Whatever it was, it held him captive.
His gut clenched, and his heart was flipping in his chest, anticipation flowing though his thick veins. He continued his assessment, studying her exquisite features, appreciating her flawless, light-brown skin.
Her nose was a tad long, and her eyes slanted like a cat. Somehow, it all worked together in harmony, giving her a remarkable face. Hard to forget.
He clenched the edge of the chair with white-knuckling intensity, wishing he could grasp his desire and tame it as easily. Shit. Her beauty wouldn’t save the company his grandfather had built from the ground up. Her beauty wouldn’t fix the mess his family had started.
She could, though, help him fix it.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Amaya.”
“Theo Rhodes. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He walked to her, stretching out his hand.
She took it, and the instant his palm touched hers, a wave of heat washed over him, making him incredibly aware of her presence. Perhaps she experienced the same response, for she started a little, as if she’d been shocked. Her sexy bow-shaped lips parted, but she didn’t say anything.
He didn’t resist and brought her hand to his lips. Groaning, he kissed her knuckles, her hand loosening under his command. A spark of lust gleamed in her eyes, and a slow-forming smile spread across his face. Good. Very, very good.
