Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
The ceilings are high, vaulted, and decorated with intricate designs, and the windows overlooking the city are huge. The entire penthouse is done in muted grey and brown tones, with accents of red throughout. Bits of personality show through in the framed pieces of artwork and bookshelves crammed full of science fiction classics. It's not just my home; it's a reflection of who I am.
"I'll give you a tour later," I say, gesturing for her to follow me. "But your room is this way."
I lead her to the guest bedroom, where a queen-sized bed has been made up with white sheets and a down comforter. A television is hanging on the wall, and the attached bathroom has a glass shower and a large tub.
She moves over to the window, looking out over the city. Her fingers trace lightly over the sill, and I take a moment to appreciate the way she looks in this room. In my home.
"Consider this your home, Isla. Use the entire penthouse to your heart's content. I have a chef on staff for breakfast and dinner, and a housekeeper who comes by daily, but she's very discreet. All I ask is that you inform me if you want to leave. I won't always be available to accompany you, but I insist you travel with my driver when you do go out on your own."
Isla turns towards me, folding her arms. "This is all … a bit much."
I smirk. "You haven't seen anything yet."
She huffs, but she doesn't press the issue. "What about my things?"
"They'll be delivered tomorrow. For now, there is some nightwear in the top drawer of the dresser that should fit. Feel free to shower, change, and get settled in." I turn to go, then pause, turning back. "Goodnight, Isla."
"Goodnight, Dante," she murmurs as I close the door behind me.
I have no intention of going to bed just yet, though. Instead, I make my way into my bedroom, pulling off my jacket and unbuttoning my shirt as I go. I don't bother to turn on a light, moving through the space with ease, even in the dark. Triumph is coursing through me, along with the unbreakable self-control I'm going to have to carry now that my prize is under my roof. Fuck, I can almost smell her still and recall the softness of her skin from when her hand was in mine. I stop at the mini bar, pouring myself a drink.
I mean to savor the scotch, but I'm too on edge, and I throw it back, savoring the burn in my throat as I work open my belt. I'm not sure I've ever been harder in my life, and I've barely touched her yet, but I need to come if I'm going to be able to keep my hands to myself. I don't want to rush this.
As I slide my boxers off, my cock springs free, standing at attention. I wrap my hand around the shaft, letting out a quiet groan as I start to stroke myself. I picture Isla the moment I first saw her, and then how she looked biting her lip as she signed herself away to me for the next three months. I imagine her beneath me, how her legs will feel wrapped around my waist as I fuck her, how her mouth will look stretched wide around my cock, her eyes staring up at me, bright and shimmering.
I stroke myself faster, my fist tightening as I move up and down my length. It doesn't take long, and soon enough I'm spilling into my hand, my entire body shuddering with the force of my orgasm. I groan again as I lean back against the wall, closing my eyes and reveling in the blissful aftermath.
I know that I won't be satisfied until I have Isla, but I can wait. She'll be begging me to fuck her before long. And then she'll be mine, in every single way.
3
ISLA
When I wake up, it's to the low drone of the city outside. It's raining--again--and the enormous windows of my new bedroom mean that I hear the pitter-patter of every drop that strikes the side of the building.
Wait, new bedroom?
It takes a moment for reality to catch up to me. I'm not at home in my cozy little apartment; I'm in the guest bedroom of Dante Vale's home, which will apparently be my home for the next few months.
I lie still with that knowledge for some time, letting it all soak in.
I have to admit, it isn't all that bad yet. The penthouse is huge and spacious, with all of the modern amenities. The view from the window is amazing, and Dante left me to my own devices after he showed me my room.
I'm still filled with anxiety about what my signature on that contract of his really means. I'm not so much of a fool that I didn't pick up on how flirty he was. Well, actually, flirty doesn't seem like the right word for Dante Vale. Intensely seductive seems to fit better, which makes me shiver. I have the feeling he doesn't actually want me as an assistant at all. Dante seems to want something more.