Page 7 of The Boss's Possession

His attention had always been nice, and it had taken Willow a long time to realize that he wasn’t just being friendly. Actually, it took a customer to warn her that Carson Dexter was after sex. Well, fucking.

“A guy like Carson Dexter isn’t after the long term, sweetheart. He wants to fuck you, plain and simple, and once he has, he’ll discard you like all the other women he’s been with.”

She had never seen or heard from that customer again.

A part of her—a tiny speck—found his attention flattering, and above all else, wonderful. Another was a little disappointed that he only wanted her company for sex. That he wasn’t interested in friendship, and she knew, deep in her heart, that it was lame to even think that way, but she couldn’t help it.

“Try the wine.”

She wanted to tell him no, but instead she took a sip of the wine, and it was nice. Not too strong, nor did it taste like vinegar. She always steered clear of alcohol. Her stomach couldn’t handle it.

He chuckled. “You’re not a wine lover?”

“No.”

“Beer?”

She wrinkled her nose. “I’m more of a milkshake, soda, water, tea, or coffee woman.”

“I’ll be right back.”

Willow was surprised as he got to his feet and within seconds had gone back to the kitchen, and then returned to the dining room with a bottle of water. He also had a new glass, which he poured the water into.

She continued to eat her food, aware of his gaze upon her. Actually, she wasn’t completely aware of his gaze until she looked up and found him watching her. She tried to finish her food, but the twisted feeling in her gut wouldn’t let her.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going to happen?” Willow asked.

“About?”

“You said that I’m now yours. Is this until you get what you want?” she asked.

“And what exactly do I want?”

“Sex?” She hated how hot her cheeks felt, but she wasn’t the kind of woman to shy away from tough questions. Even though it made her uncomfortable, she wanted to get everything out in the open, because right now she felt totally uncomfortable. “That’s what you want, right … sex?”

Carson slid his knife across the steak and then put the piece into his mouth and chewed. It didn’t take a lot to break it up as it was so soft, almost like butter.

“Yes, I want sex.”

“So, is this where you kind of trap me here, have what you want, and then discard me?”

“Discard you?”

“Isn’t that what you do?”

Carson stared at her and she waited. “What exactly have you heard?”

“Not a whole lot. Just that you pursue a woman until you get what you want and then pretty much leave her in the trash, and move onto the next one.” She shrugged. “I need to know what exactly you want from me, so I can plan around it.”

He chuckled. “Do you think what I want is going to be easily given?”

“If it’s just sex, that is easy. I’ve got to be ready to have sex with you.” Again, she shrugged. “At the moment, I’m not ready, but if I know that’s what the goal is, I’ll try and get ready. I don’t know how long it will take me, since I’ve never had sex before.”

“Willow, stop,” he said.

“What? Me being a virgin has put you off?” she asked, tilting her head to the side, curious about him.

“No. I know you’re a virgin, but it’s not just sex that I want from you, Willow.”

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