weeks consisted of Sorcha rearranging Rian’s schedule so that he’d have a full week free … to spend with her. He’d still
have to attend functions outside of the office, but for the next week she would
be at his penthouse in the city. She had told Cora her plans, and although her
friend had been pushing her slightly toward going with Rian to help with her financial troubles, and to ease her arousal, there was still that
hesitant look on her friend’s face. Cora wanted what was best for her, but she
was also afraid. Sorcha knew the feeling.
But
now she was to be Rian’s for one week, and up until
this moment she had just been going through the motions. It was only seven
days, nothing really in the grand scheme of things, but still, what would she
be required to do? She had to be a fool to sign that damn contract, to not have
her own attorney look it over and give her legal advice.
Oh who are you kidding? You don’t
have an attorney, nor could you afford one.
But
the contract had been cut and dry , with nothing in
fine print. The problem was it hadn’t been specific either, just that no harm
would come to her. A week was nothing, nothing at all, or at least that was
what she kept telling herself. Yes, she wanted to be with him, but she had
never thought past him fucking her against the wall in the office. It had been
a fantasy, and not something that she ever thought she’d follow through with.
He pissed her off daily, was arrogant, occasionally egotistical, and a cocky
bastard on more than one occasion. She now sat in the limousine that Rian had sent for her, and to say she was nervous was an
understatement.
The
bag she had in her lap held everything she’d need for her stay with him,
although she didn’t have any designer dresses. What she did have would have to
do if he wanted her to go to a party for business with him. The hard grip she
had on the handle dug into the skin of her palm, causing the already-sweaty
flesh to chafe. For the millionth time she asked herself if she was actually
going through with this. Obviously it was a rhetorical question because she was
already in the car, but she was so damn nervous, scared, and also a little
excited. Rian lived in a penthouse looking over
Central Park, and living in such wealth was probably going to take some getting
used to. There was also this very strong part of her that knew what she was
agreeing to was wrong on every moral level. But despite the money being
offered, the fact he had already paid her in full, and she had been able to pay
off the mountain of bills she owed, Sorcha knew that she had sold every part of
her to Rian .
She
had to spend one full week doing God knew what with a man like Rian . The rain right outside of the car was falling
heavily, angrily almost, and it made this whole situation seem ominous. But she
supposed that was fitting. His apartment was about half an hour from the
office, but nearly an hour from her rinky-dink little place, and that was
without heavy traffic or bad weather.
Sorcha
closed her eyes and pictured Rian . Just looking at
him she knew his desires ran on the darker side, or at least she had to assume
a prick like him would like rough and hard sex. He also seemed kind of sadistic
in nature, given the fact the last time he had touched her in any form was when
he almost had her coming for him. She could only imagine how he was in bed:
probably all raw and demanding need that matched his tough, stone-cold
exterior. He was controlling, that was for damn sure, and that frightened and
aroused her. Would he try to control her in bed? He said she wouldn’t be
harmed, but that pain might be involved. What did he mean by that? Would he tie
her up, spank her until she begged him to stop? Or maybe Sorcha would enjoy it?
She certainly was getting aroused just thinking about it, even if a part of her
grew disgusted that she could even contemplate liking such things. Sorcha
certainly wasn’t a virgin, and had been with a few
have to attend functions outside of the office, but for the next week she would
be at his penthouse in the city. She had told Cora her plans, and although her
friend had been pushing her slightly toward going with Rian to help with her financial troubles, and to ease her arousal, there was still that
hesitant look on her friend’s face. Cora wanted what was best for her, but she
was also afraid. Sorcha knew the feeling.
But
now she was to be Rian’s for one week, and up until
this moment she had just been going through the motions. It was only seven
days, nothing really in the grand scheme of things, but still, what would she
be required to do? She had to be a fool to sign that damn contract, to not have
her own attorney look it over and give her legal advice.
Oh who are you kidding? You don’t
have an attorney, nor could you afford one.
But
the contract had been cut and dry , with nothing in
fine print. The problem was it hadn’t been specific either, just that no harm
would come to her. A week was nothing, nothing at all, or at least that was
what she kept telling herself. Yes, she wanted to be with him, but she had
never thought past him fucking her against the wall in the office. It had been
a fantasy, and not something that she ever thought she’d follow through with.
He pissed her off daily, was arrogant, occasionally egotistical, and a cocky
bastard on more than one occasion. She now sat in the limousine that Rian had sent for her, and to say she was nervous was an
understatement.
The
bag she had in her lap held everything she’d need for her stay with him,
although she didn’t have any designer dresses. What she did have would have to
do if he wanted her to go to a party for business with him. The hard grip she
had on the handle dug into the skin of her palm, causing the already-sweaty
flesh to chafe. For the millionth time she asked herself if she was actually
going through with this. Obviously it was a rhetorical question because she was
already in the car, but she was so damn nervous, scared, and also a little
excited. Rian lived in a penthouse looking over
Central Park, and living in such wealth was probably going to take some getting
used to. There was also this very strong part of her that knew what she was
agreeing to was wrong on every moral level. But despite the money being
offered, the fact he had already paid her in full, and she had been able to pay
off the mountain of bills she owed, Sorcha knew that she had sold every part of
her to Rian .
She
had to spend one full week doing God knew what with a man like Rian . The rain right outside of the car was falling
heavily, angrily almost, and it made this whole situation seem ominous. But she
supposed that was fitting. His apartment was about half an hour from the
office, but nearly an hour from her rinky-dink little place, and that was
without heavy traffic or bad weather.
Sorcha
closed her eyes and pictured Rian . Just looking at
him she knew his desires ran on the darker side, or at least she had to assume
a prick like him would like rough and hard sex. He also seemed kind of sadistic
in nature, given the fact the last time he had touched her in any form was when
he almost had her coming for him. She could only imagine how he was in bed:
probably all raw and demanding need that matched his tough, stone-cold
exterior. He was controlling, that was for damn sure, and that frightened and
aroused her. Would he try to control her in bed? He said she wouldn’t be
harmed, but that pain might be involved. What did he mean by that? Would he tie
her up, spank her until she begged him to stop? Or maybe Sorcha would enjoy it?
She certainly was getting aroused just thinking about it, even if a part of her
grew disgusted that she could even contemplate liking such things. Sorcha
certainly wasn’t a virgin, and had been with a few
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