Everything He Desires (4 page)

“
Sure
thing.
”
I
grinned
at
her,
relieved
she'd
bought
my
lie,
even
as
I
felt
terrible
for
doing
it.

I
watched
her
disappear,
and
my
nerves
jumped
back
to
attention.
I
stole
another
glance
at
my
watch
as
I
took
a
large
swallow
of
wine.
11:40.
Twenty
more
minutes.
I
scurried
around
till
I
found
a
bathroom
and
locked
myself
into
the
stall,
trying
to
collect
my
wits.

The
truth
was,
I
was
wet
just
thinking
about
Rock
Weldon
and
our
meeting.

It's
just
work,
I
told
myself.
I
was
alone,
so
I
made
my
way
out
of
the
stall
on
shaky
legs
and
stood
before
the
vanity.
I
redid
my
lipstick
—
pale
pink
—
and
my
face
powder.
I'd
always
gone
for
a
natural
look,
but
I
still
wanted
to
look
my
best.
I
frowned
at
my
dress.
The
scoop
neck
was
becoming,
but
I
wished
I'd
worn
something
a
bit
more
daring.
At
least
the
heels
were
sexy
and
the
fishnet
hose
were
eye
catching.

A
thought
struck
me
as
I
was
spraying
on
a
dash
of
perfume.
Why
did
a
billionaire
like
Rock
Weldon
need
a
bookkeeper?

I
shrugged
at
myself
in
the
mirror
and
smoothed
my
hair.
I'd
just
have
to
find
out.
The
seconds
ticked
away
on
my
watch.
I
inhaled
a
deep
breath.
It
was
time.

*
*
*
*

The
walk
to
the
balcony
took
forever.
It
was
like
walking
under
water.
My
breath
kept
hitching,
and
I
wondered
if
I'd
faint.
Would
he
be
waiting,
or
would
he
even
come?

He
had
to
be
playing
with
me.
A
man
like
him
could
have
any
woman
he
wanted.
Why
me?
I
was
the
wrong
woman
anyhow.
I
hadn't
even
applied
for
a
position
with
his
company.

Somehow,
I
made
it
to
the
balcony.
I
wrenched
open
the
French
doors,
trying
to
keep
my
balance.
I
was
trembling
all
over.
I
stumbled
to
the
railing.
No
one
was
out
there
but
me.

“
I
knew
it,
”
I
muttered.
“
He
was
playing
with
me.
I'll
have
to
call
a
cab.
”
It
was
12:03
by
my
watch.
I
bit
my
lip,
upset
with
myself
at
how
much
I'd
wanted
him
to
show
up.

Once
a
fool,
always
a
fool.
Other
men
had
played
with
me
in
the
past,
and
I
was
shy
because
of
it.
Alma
knew
it.
She
dated
regularly,
but
me?
Hardly
ever.

I
gaze
out
onto
the
city
lights
and
thought
of
how
small
I
was.
No
one
a
billionaire
would
ever
care
about.
And
screw
him.
He
wasn't
so
hot
as
I
remembered
—
but
I
knew
it
was
a
lie.
I
clenched
the
railing.
One
more
minute,
and
I'd
go.
I
wouldn't
wait
here
like
a
fool
for
him
all
night.

“
You
came.
”

I
gasped
at
the
sound
of
his
voice
right
behind
me,
at
the
feel
of
his
warm
breath
against
my
neck.

“
Don't
turn
around
and
don't
speak.
”

My
pulse
thundered
in
my
ears,
and
my
body
responded
to
him.
My
inner
thighs
were
slippery.

“
I
want
to
see
if
you
can
do
as
you're
told.
That's
what
I'm
looking
for
—
a
woman
who
knows
how
to
take
orders,
who
can
help
me
run
my
business.
”
His
voice
was
a
controlled
whisper.

I
nodded,
unsure
if
he
even
wanted
me
to
do
that.
It
was
as
if
I
were
watching
myself
from
outside
my
body.
All
the
responses
I'd
thought
of
were
useless
now.
I
wanted
Rock
Weldon,
as
ridiculous
as
such
an
idea
was
for
a
woman
like
me.
The
question
was
how
far
would
I
go
to
see
what
he
wanted?

“
Do
you
trust
me?
”

I
just
swallowed.

“
You
can
speak.
I
need
to
know
what
type
of
person
you
are.
Do
you
take
things
on
faith?
Do
you
live
by
your
gut
like
I
do?
That's
how
I've
made
my
fortune.
”
His
lips
brushed
my
ear,
and
a
shiver
slammed
through
me.

“
I
—
I
don't
know
you.
”