Page 18 of Powerful Deception

Maybe she thinks I’m the reason the man is dead.

Or maybe she’s here for the actual job and I’m just assuming the worst of her.

I was thinking that. I was thinking that she was really here for the job but then she stood up. She stood up and her shapeless dress fell to her knees and her eyes never left mine.

Then she started to push down her dress. At first, I thought that she was just adjusting the strap like I had seen countless women do before, but then I took in her seductive manner. I saw the way her body swayed as if there was music playing in the background.

Now her eyes bore into mine as she continues onto the next strap and I don’t know what it is about this girl, but I’m fucking captivated.

Every one of her movements, I watch like a hawk not wanting to miss whatever she does next.

Her eyes seemed to be filled with fear but also with lust. She’s enjoying being watched like this.

She is moving to lower the neckline and for a second, I contemplate letting whatever she’s planning on doing, to continue.

I contemplate demanding that she get on her knees and let me stroke myself to the visual of her chest and then finish off by giving her a glistening pearl necklace.

Her tits look like a fucking handful and I want to mark them as mine.

But just as quickly as those thoughts arrive, I push them away when I remember why exactly we are currently in my office.

I remember who her father was.

The glass of scotch that I have in my hand, shakes at the amount of force that is exuding from my grip and when I slam it on the table, it nearly shatters.

Without even thinking, I’m on my feet looking down and I can feel anger starting to boil within me.

“What the actual fuck do you think you are doing?!”

My voice vibrates through the room and instantly Arianna’s eyes grow wide with surprise, and she starts to cover herself up with her hands.

“I’m sorry? I thought I was interviewing for the position.” Her voice shakes as she says the word, fear clouding her eyes even more. All signs of lust gone instantly.

I move closer, towering over her small, curvaceous frame. “And what exactly do you think this position is?” I say through my teeth.

“To be a dancer here or a bartender, at the very least.” She says, stepping away from me.

That’s why she’s dressed the way that she is. A black dress that cuts at her knee and leaves everything to the imagination and don’t get me started on those boots. The second I laid eyes on them I was picturing them pressing against my ears while I ate her pussy raw.

Her clothes are definitely a change from what I’ve seen the other woman I met with today wear. And here I thought she was making a statement, not because she was auditioning to be one of my strippers.

I try to hold my anger back as much as possible. I feel the urge to protect her, to get her out of here. Thinking of how Joseph wouldn’t want her here. Or even for me for me, for that matter.

“Well, it’s fucking not. Did you even bother to ask Evelyn when you called or when she brought you in what exactly you were interviewing for?”

Arianna shakes her head and I have the urge to grab the glass on the table and throw it against the wall for no reason other than I’m pissed she’s here

“How the fuck did you hear about this position?”

Only a select few knew that I was looking for someone. Because of how protective I am of the subject, I stopped Evelyn from even posting the listing online. I needed someone that I could trust and not someone random off the streets that thought that they could get in bed with me.

Is that what sweet Arianna wanted? To get in bed with me? Is that why she’s here? Daddy’s death must have cost her a fortune and maybe sleeping with me was a way to pay off that debt.

Well, it’s not going to fucking happen. No matter how much I want her to lower her arms and let me ogle at her chest.

I need to fucking forget about her tits.

I need to remember who she is and how I can never touch her. Not because of who she lost, but because of who I lost.

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