Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
“We are?” Aiden asks with a smile as he holds his other hand out to his mother. She’s a regal woman, almost as tall as him, with a warmth exuding out of her.
“Dad, you promised,” Jeremy squeaks out.
“Lana Casey, this is my mother, Evelyn Archer. Mother, this is Lana Casey, the superhero.” Aiden brings us closer together as he turns his attention to Jeremy, stooping down to speak to him quietly.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Archer,” I greet the woman who shakes my hand firmly.
“I get it.” She eyes me from head to toe with a stoic expression. “You’re like Wonder Woman. Thank you for keeping my grandson safe.”
“I’m happy to help.”
Mrs. Archer doesn’t say anything else but offers me a head tilt of gratitude as she leads Jeremy to the elevators. With Jeremy safe for now, Aiden sends me to Human Resources while he starts his workday.
I’m not sure what to expect, but the process is straightforward. The woman at the desk takes my fingerprints and has me sign a few documents. I have to sit through some long presentation about sexual harassment in the workplace, which draws a giggle out of me and causes the woman to glance in my direction.
Of course, she has no idea what’s funny. It’s ironic that having consensual sex with the CEO isn’t harassment, but if anyone heard us and decided to report it ... Then Aiden and I would both be in this office for entirely different reasons.
The Human Resources Department has an unwelcoming energy that settles on everything and everyone in the space. It makes me eager to leave. Fortunately, I don’t have to wait for long as Aiden comes to retrieve me himself.
As soon as he steps into the office, everyone stiffens up. It simply shows me that I was never meant to be an employee. I don’t want anyone to have that kind of power over me, to be able to shift my behavior out of fear.
Fear of what?
Not having a job to clock into every day is jarring. My savings aren’t going to stretch for much longer. The idea of the boss not seeing me and my colleagues working hard enough is not the kind of place I want to work.
I’d much rather fuck Aiden than work for a company like this. I’m happy to see he recognizes that, too. As soon as I step out of the Human Resources Department, he’s waiting for me.
The way he leans against the wall accentuates his towering height. The way his eyes smile more than his lips has a way of luring me closer to him.
“All done?” He tips his head toward the department.
“Yeah. Thank you for this opportunity.”
“It’s not a problem. The more I thought about your proposal, the more it made sense to have you on as an independent contractor. You can show me how good you are at the job, and we can take it from there. You get paid, I get security, and hopefully by the time this run is up, the danger of these kidnappers will be a memory.”
“That’s the plan,” I tell him. “When would you like me to take a look at your home security system?”
“Now,” he says, to my surprise. “I’ve shuffled my schedule around to make sure we have enough time together.”
I certainly enjoy spending time with Aiden, but I don’t want my attraction to him to interfere with my job. However, I am a professional. We leave the office, and I follow him in my car to a home not too far away from the downtown area of this little town.
It’s a beautiful ranch with travertine stones stacked around the perimeter and a black iron fence perched on top. The hunter-green lawn is cut so precisely that it almost looks like a carpet. When Aiden pulls his car through the massive front gate, the driveway is the same travertine tile that leads toward a circular path in front of the house.
Aiden moves toward my door once I park my car behind his, opens it for me, and again takes my hand to help me out of my seat. A gentleman through and through.
“How many people have the access code to the front gate?” I ask him, my mind desperate to focus on work to stop fantasizing about his cock driving in and out of me on top of his desk.
“Three people.”
“Is there remote access like if I wanted to get through the gate and you weren’t here?”
He nods. “There’s a feature, but I rarely use it.”
We walk toward the front door, where he inputs a code into a hidden keypad beside it. The lock slides out of place, and he lets me inside.
It’s spacious for a home with only one floor.
“Is there a basement?” I ask him immediately, scanning the ceilings and corners for cameras.