Page 4 of Take A Chance

“Are you offering me the job, then?”

“When could you start?” I wanted to ask how quickly she could get to my house and finish what we started at the club, but I held my tongue. She was mine and she didn’t even know it yet. I just had to wait for the cards to fall.

“Tomorrow.”

“Alright...” I picked up her application and resume which lay on the desk in front of me. “And is this the proper address, then?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Please. My name is Blake.” I dropped the application and looked up at her. “I can send a car tomorrow at eight a.m. sharp. Will you need movers?” She shook her head, so I continued. “I’m interested to see how things work out.”

I knew I was hiring her to care for Katelyn, and that was very important to me. But after seeing her qualifications, I knew all I needed to know. Except how long it would be until she was in my bed and not just in my dreams.

Emma stood and smoothed her slacks then put her purse strap on her shoulder and strolled to the door. She stopped and turned back to me. “Blake.”

“Yes?” I raised my eyebrows. Her butt looked as good in slacks as it had in that dress.

“You understand that this has to be professional. Right?” Her intense stare did not deter me.

I gave a curt nod but poured the fury of my lust out in a gaze that revealed exactly how unprofessional my thoughts were. She blushed again and looked uncertain as she ducked out the door. I grabbed my cock through my pants and squeezed it hard. I wanted to explode so badly, but I had a meeting I couldn’t get out of, and work was not the place to relieve this sort of pressure.

Emma Clarke was not the retired schoolteacher I had thought she was, and now all I could think about was how badly I wanted to bury my dick inside her body. She had no idea the storm coming for her.

3

Emma

Before I even got out to the Uber waiting for me, my phone chirped with a notification. I glanced at it long enough to see it was an email from Blake, then shoved my phone back into my purse and weaved through the throng of people headed toward the elevator I’d just vacated. Growing up, I hadn’t been free to roam the streets of New York, mostly ushered around with private cars and security details. My father was too overprotective, though I knew he had his reasons. After my mother died, I started to realize why he was so protective.

I spotted the black sedan parked a block away and headed in that direction, finding my flow in the foot traffic. The driver had his music turned all the way up and muted it only to ask my name and confirm the destination. He blasted his hip-hop and pulled into traffic, and I took a moment to read through Blake’s email.

Most of it was only repeated information from what he had told me about the position while we chatted in his office, but he had included instructions for when the car came to pick me up tomorrow. I was glad he had drivers and cars because even though I had my license, I hated driving on the city streets. Traffic was always a nightmare and there was no parking anywhere.

My thoughts wandered back to that office and how attractive Blake was. Had I realized he was the CEO of a major investment firm when I met him in that club, I would have been so nervous I’d have thrown up. I knew he was wealthy. I just didn’t think he was a Wall Street tycoon. And seeing him in his office behind that huge desk, with a perfect view of the city, I felt about two inches tall. I was completely out of my league with him, and given the intimate moment we’d shared in the club, I knew he was the one with all the power now.

My cheeks warmed just thinking about that incredible orgasm he gave me and how I’d run out in a flustered mess. I thought I’d never see him again. And today, the way he danced around the topic of my “experience” and my “positions”, I knew he was still very interested in pursuing the second half of that sexual experience.

I stared out the window at the crowd moving down the sidewalk, hoping something would distract me from my thoughts and the ache in my body. He had stirred me up quite a bit, but I tried to push it away. It would be horribly inappropriate for me to give in to my body’s lusty desires. He was my boss now, and it would complicate our working relationship.

By the time the Uber driver dropped me off in front of Allegra’s building, I had mostly calmed down. I climbed out of the car and used the building’s key code to let myself in. Her little studio apartment was quiet and cold, but it had felt like home for the past several months. When I was let go and lost my apartment, I took only what I knew would fit in Allegra’s place. I had no help moving things into storage, and despite having enough money in savings to get by for a while, I didn’t hire movers.

The key stuck in the lock as I opened the door, and I had to jiggle it to get it loose. That was something I was sure I wouldn’t miss, along with the leaky sink and the yellow-tinged ceiling in the bathroom from the previous renter having smoked in the place. I wondered if Blake’s home would be large and fancy. He had a lot of money, so it made sense that it would be. Living with Allegra hadn’t been a step down from my own apartment, but it wasn’t the standard under which I was raised.

I sighed, dropping the key on the stand by the door and locking myself in. The place was empty. Allegra was still at work, and I had a bit of packing to do. Mostly, I just had clothes to put in a suitcase, but my toiletries, a few pictures set around the place, and my favorite coffee mug all had to go. I found a box and some old grocery sacks and headed for the kitchen area. I wrapped a few plastic sacks around my mug and put it in the box, then took the framed picture of my mother and me off the counter and wrapped it too.

There was a loud crash and then shouting from the apartment next door. Yet another thing I wouldn’t miss—the abusive man who hit his wife on the regular. I hated listening to the way he talked to her, so I strolled over to the coffee table and picked up the remote. I turned the TV on and flicked through a few channels until I landed on a popular soap opera. At least the background noise would drown out the shouts.

I headed back to the kitchen to collect my few refrigerator magnets and pack them when the show changed and the jingle for a news broadcast rang out. I’d have preferred the soap opera, but noise was noise. Except ... the news reporter said a name that chilled my blood.

“... Bonetti crime family. Authorities are on the scene now, going over the evidence. Sources say the attacker broke into the residence sometime in the early morning hours and murdered the victims. Neighbors heard gunshots and called the police, but no one saw anyone enter or leave the residence.” The blonde reporter touched her ear and furrowed her brow. “One second, Madge. I’m getting breaking information now about another incident only blocks from here.” She looked up at the camera with wide eyes. “Another crime scene has been discovered in Newark at a small family business. We’ll go to Kip who has the scoop.”

I stood frozen in place, staring at the TV with my magnets in hand. It was like the television had a tractor beam sucking me in. I didn’t want to hear it, but I couldn’t turn away. The angry shouts were all but gone, and my feet were carrying me to the couch. I slumped onto the cushion and hugged a throw pillow to my chest as the new reporter, Kip, offered more information.

“Thanks, Sheila. I’m here outside the Ristorante Pecado, owned by this man, Joseph Bonetti.” The reporter stepped aside, and there stood my worst nightmare. His black eyes reached through the television and chilled me to my core. “Authorities say there was a break-in at the restaurant, and three employees were murdered in cold blood. Mr. Bonetti, can you tell us in your own words what happened here?”

The reporter held his mic out, and Bonetti opened his mouth. People probably expected him to seem rattled or upset, given the fact that he’d just witnessed murder, but the man only shrugged and tilted his head to the side in a nonchalant, smug way.

“You know, these things happen. The gentleman entered with his weapons out, and he fired. And he needs to know that he will not get away with this. He will get what’s coming to him.”

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