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She needed to stop saying the word “sex” because my cock was twitching uncontrollably and starting to get hard. The waythe word “sex” rolled off her tongue turned me on. All I could picture was her bent over the island with her beautiful ass in the air while my cock was thrusting in and out of her and her begging me to go deeper and faster.Shit. I needed to stop.

“Then I guess I have a lot of friends with benefits.” I smiled.

“Good for you, Parker.” She winked.

“How about you? Do you have any friends with benefits around the world?”

“I tried, but they always wanted more. It gets annoying after a while.”

“I can relate,” I spoke. “Well, I’m off to bed. Sleep tight.”

“Breakfast will be on the table at seven-thirty sharp. Don’t you dare be a minute late, or you can consider breakfast over.”

I walked away, shaking my head with a small smile on my face. I found this woman more fascinating every day, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to kiss her beautiful, plump lips.

Emerson

At precisely seven twenty-five a.m., Alex walked into the kitchen, yelling at someone on the phone.

“Fuck that. You're fired if those plans aren’t on my desk by the time I get into the office. Do you understand? This is a multi-million-dollar deal, and I won’t lose it because you and your staff decided to play instead of doing your job. You’ll all find yourselves out of jobs, and I guarantee you’ll never work in this state again. Am I making myself clear?”

I placed his omelet on the plate as he walked into the dining room and took a seat.

“What a way to start your day. Good morning.”

“Don’t get smart with me, Emerson. I’m in no mood.”

Was he serious? How the hell was I getting smart with him? I wanted to throw the plate at him and watch the omelet slide down and stain his expensive but sexy as fuck, designer suit. Instead, I nicely set it down in front of him.

“Are you eating?” he asked with an attitude.

“I already ate. Enjoy your omelet.” I walked out of the dining room and back into the kitchen to clean up.

“Emerson, I need more coffee,” he yelled from the other room.

I rolled my eyes and looked at Jenna, who had just arrived at the house. I took the carafe from the cabinet and filled it with the rest of the coffee from the pot. Walking into the dining room, I set it on the table.

“There. Now you can pour your own coffee without having to yell for me to get it for you.”

“You better watch that attitude of yours, Miss James.”

I took a bow in front of him. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty. It’ll never happen again.” I walked away and heard him mumble.

As I entered the kitchen, Jenna was laughing.

“I can’t believe you just did that. Nobody speaks to Mr. Parker that way.”

“Why is everyone so afraid of him?” I asked as I sipped on my coffee.

“Because he’s Alex Parker. That’s why.”

“He’s a human being just like everyone else, and if he chooses to live life like an asshole, then that’s his problem. Life’s too short to live like that.”

“Are you going to be the one to tell him that?” she asked with a smile.

“If I have to, then yes.”

“Good luck. It was nice knowing you.” She lightly touched my arm and walked away.

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