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Angela
I hadn’t plannedon even leaving the guest house. I’d planned to sit inside and peer out the window with my fingers curled over the sill, just watching him. Is that creepy? I know it is. But since I’m being paid to be here, it’s not creepy. But then I reasoned that if I wasn’t doing anyactualwork that I couldn’t accept any money from Meg at the end of the night. She’d be running around and wouldn’t even notice the amount of work I’d done. And I wouldn’t be the only person slacking off. I caught a few waiters ditch their trays in the guest house and then go smoke cigarettes at the edge of the property instead of picking up another tray of horsd’oeuvres.
“I want you to stay here after the party,” he says, getting closer to me. My heart skips with glee. “I need to talk toyou.”
“Okay,” I say, nodding. “Though judging by the looks of this place, would you know it’s me who stuckaround?”
“Always,” he says, taking another step forward. His deep, bright blue eyes are trained on me like I’m the only thing in the world. He has this way of doing that, or at least he always did for me. When our classmates gawked at him and said the only thing wrong with him was that he was so cold and distant, I had to hide my genuine confusion. It’s always seemed that he has a soft spot for me — and only for me. So much so that he’s had all his help dress likeme.
“What the hell is all this? When I got this catering gig from Meg I thought she was pranking me or something. Black dresses? A tie? Joshua, please…explain what’s going onhere.”
“I always hoped you’d come back here and stumble into one of my parties. I never thought you’d stay in California for as long as you did. This was the best way I could think to get you here. Supervised, so I could keep an eye on you. Then you showed up yesterday with Emily and you turned my world on its head. You stayed away for too long,Angela.”
From the way he’s looking at me, I fear I didn’t stay away long enough. Because this look — with his eyes intense, focused, clear — I think this is the night he’s going to make me into the person I’m meant tobe.
His.
He takes another few slow steps toward me, crowding me against the side of his house, bringing one hand to lay on the wall next to my shoulder. My skin bristles as I breathe him in — his musk, his power, everything heexudes.
“I built an army of women who look just like you, I made them dress like you and I wished you would be one of them one day. And now, here youare.”
“Here Iam.”
“And now I realize what a mistake I’ve made. I don’t want you to blend into the background. I don’t want to look after you from afar. I want you to be my whole life, my whole world, my angel, my everything. But I have certain needs and I know only you can fulfillthem.”
My heart flutters. I don’t know what he means, but…I canfeelwhat hemeans.
“How do you know I’m the only one who can fulfillthem?”
My voice is quivering. My body is so on edge. I can feel his gaze all over me as his eyes search everything on the outside of me — but even more intense, I can feel everything that he’s looking at on the inside,too.
“Because these needs circle aroundyou.”
My legs turn to jelly as he places a small, delicate kiss on my lips and I taste him, his tongue sweeping out and enteringme.
He smells like that cologne I’d searched for, but so subtlydifferentat the same time. The cologne I’d searched for might have been his cologne, yes, but what made me like it was that he was wearing it. All of the trappings around him — successful attorney, brilliant daughter, ex-wife, multi-million-dollar home, more money in the bank than he knows what to do with, and yes, the cologne that costs the same as my monthly rent — I never cared about any of it either way. It didn’t make him attractive and also it didn’t turn me off to him. There’s no way to separate out the man he is from the man he seems to be, because he is real, and genuine, and perfect in every single way. Unabashedly himself, no matterwhat.
And I feel it more acutely right now than I ever have in my life. It’s not his cologne I wanted to inject into my veins — it was…justhim.Himthat I wanted to carry a piece of with meeverywhere.
“Joshua, I don’t know what to say. I’ve always wanted to beyours.”
“Angela, don’t you see? You have always beenmine.”
He crushes his lips to mine and he fucks my mouth with his tongue slow and sensuously and lasciviously.Dirtily.My panties drench when his hand comes up to grasp around my throat and a moan slides out of my lips and into his mouth. His hand at my neck really makes me feel like heownsme. He crowds me against the house more, harder, digging his hips intomine.
Excitement and panic flash in my belly when he pushes his hard cock up against me and his thumb finds the hollow of mythroat.
“I want you to fuck me,” Imoan.
“Oh, I am going to fuck you,” he growls against my mouth. His fingers dig into my hips again and my belly rolls deeply as pressure fills out every inch of myskin.
I take his tie and glide my fingers down it, trying to pull him closer to me and not caring that anyone could see us. I fought and fought my feelings for so long because I knew the shame I would bring him. But right now I just can’t help myself. I just can’t. Something else is taking over. And he’s taking a risk, too — but then I remember there are a dozen other girls here who look just likeme.
The anonymity is thrilling. I could be anyone — but no, I can’t. I’m the one hechose.
I’m the one hewants.
