Everything He Desires

Everything
He
Desires

(Bookkeeper
for
the
Billionaire
#1)

by
Thalia
Frost

Copyright,
2012.

All
rights
reserved.

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“
You
should
totally
go,
Lacey.
”

I
sighed
and
threw
Alma
a
look
that
could
kill.
“
I
don't
know,
Alms.
It's
not
really
my
scene.
”

“
Who
cares?
You're
my
friend.
I
don't
have
a
date,
and
I
want
you
to
go
with
me.
”
She
grinned
at
me
and
shimmied
into
her
tenth
red
dress
of
the
day.

“
Alright,
but
you're
the
one
who
wanted
to
bring
along
an
unemployed
loser.
Wasn't
my
idea.
Just
remember
that.
”

Alma
rolled
her
eyes.
“
Whatever.
Soon
to
be
employed.
It's
just
a
downturn,
a
run
of
bad
luck.
That's
all.
”

“
Yeah.
I
guess.
”
I
wasn't
convinced.
My
bookkeeping
skills
were
up
to
par,
but
my
company
had
downsized
and
out
I
went.
I
was
just
another
Millenial
brat
in
need
of
a
good
job.

“
Oh,
hey.
Do
you
have
something
to
wear
tonight?
”
Alma's
brow
scrunched,
and
she
scrutinized
me.
The
shopping
trip
had
been
all
about
her,
and
I
was
fine
with
that.
Clothes
didn't
interest
me
much.

“
Yeah.
I
have
a
little
black
number
that
will
do
just
fine.
”
It
was
one
I'd
worn
a
hundred
times
before,
but
what
did
it
matter?
I
couldn't
afford
a
new
one.
I
was
watching
every
penny
these
days.

“
Good.
I'll
be
by
to
pick
you
up
at
7:00.
I'm
getting
this
one.
Let's
go.
”
Alma
jerked
her
head
toward
the
door,
red
dress
in
tow.

I
slunk
out
of
the
dressing
room
behind
her,
tucking
my
hair
behind
my
ears.
The
mirror
had
told
me
all
I
wanted
to
know
about
how
I
was
looking
three
months
after
the
layoff.
Same
shiny
long
brown
hair,
worried
blue
eyes,
no
smile.

“
Cheer
up,
Lacey.
It's
going
to
be
fine.
I
swear.
Tonight
will
be
fun.
Open
bar
and
all
that.
You
can't
lose.
”
Alma
grabbed
my
arm,
and
I
let
her
steer
me
to
the
car.

At
least
I
could
drink
my
troubles
away.

*
*
*
*

“
Oh
my
god,
it's
crowded
in
here.
”
I
struggled
against
the
press
of
people
at
the
mansion.

“
Well,
it's
Rock
Weldon's
place.
What
do
you
expect?
”

I
yawned.
“
Who's
that?
”

Alma
rolled
her
eyes
as
she
always
does
when
I
say
something
she
thinks
is
unbelievable
or
stupid.
“
I
can't
believe
you
sometimes,
you
know
that?
”

I
shrugged
and
grabbed
a
glass
of
champagne
from
the
nearest
waiter.
We'd
made
our
way
into
beyond
the
foyer.

“
He's
the
head
of
Regal
Enterprises.
You
know,
he's
at
the
top
of
the
food
chain
where
I
work.
The
CEO,
the
big
cheese
and
so
on.
”

“
Oh,
I
see.
”

“
I've
only
seen
him
in
photos.
I'm
just
an
editor.
You
know
how
it
goes.
”
Alma
shrugged.

“
I
guess.
”

“
Oh,
there's
my
manager.
I
need
to
speak
to
him.
”
Alma
hurried
away.

“
Dont...leave
me,
”
I
said
and
sighed.
She'd
already
gone
and
was
nothing
more
than
a
dot
in
a
sea
of
dresses
and
tuxes.
I
glanced
up
at
the
shimmering
chandelier.
The
place
was
gorgeous,
but
all
I
wanted
to
do
was
find
a
corner
to
hide
in
for
a
while
with
my
drink.

A
plate
of
shrimp
sailed
by
via
a
waiter,
and
I
plucked
a
few
of
those
and
started
plotting
my
escape
from
the
crowd.

I
could
see
a
staircase
and
beyond
it,
a
French
door.
Air.
I
needed
air.

I
raced
toward
it,
cursing
my
three-inch
heels.
I
threw
it
open
and
found
myself
alone
on
an
ornate
stone
balcony
of
sorts.
The
city
lay
before
me.
I
gulped
in
oxygen,
fighting
back
tears.

At
twenty-five
I
felt
washed
up,
that
only
a
desert
of
regret
and
missed
opportunities
lay
before
me.