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  “If you had ended up calling the police or took me to the hospital I didn’t want them knowing my real name. I didn’t want some pricey bill to come my way, in the event you didn’t help me.” That was half the truth.

  “So, trusting a complete stranger was a better plan?”

  “I know where you are going with this, but look at it this way, you’re a good guy, you helped me, and you kept me safe.”

  Something in his expression changed for a split second and he was back to staring at me in that dark serious way like before.

  “What if I wasn’t? What if I had taken you and touched you? You were out for three days. You wouldn’t have known a thing.”

  I slowly nodded in agreement with his facts and smiled invitingly. “Did you touch me?”

  Silence.

  I had him where I wanted.

  “The question is what if I had?” He smiled slightly. Amusement in his eyes.

  “And I am asking you, did you touch me? I had on bandages, did you see my naked breasts and quietly grab a handful and squeeze?” I lowered my eyes and slowly raised them as I slanted my head to one side and allowed my hair to follow to show off my slender bare neck. “Or did you bring a nipple to your lips and suck me into your warm mouth? Did you touch me Meikle, or just lust over my skin and torture yourself with the thought?”

  I bite my lower lip and he sat up. He brought his face close to mine and we kept our eyes locked on each other.

  “Do you want to touch me, Meikle?” I whispered as I inhaled his scent.

  He placed a hand on my cheek and gently pulled my face closer to his. Our lips only inches from each other. I parted my lips, waiting for his next move.

  “I kept you safe. Like you had thanked me for.”

  He moved from me, the second I registered what he had said I saw his smile. What did he mean by ‘like I had thanked him?’

  “What are you talking about?” My face confused. My voice back to normal.

  He was sitting back against the sofa arm, scratching his stubble.

  “The first night you woke up for a second and thanked me for keeping you safe. I kept you safe since and no I never touched you nor do I ever want to.” he added. “I have someone else for what you’re offering me.”

  Shocked that I thanked him in my sleep and upset that he had just blown me off, I quickly gathered myself mentally and cursed myself for playing so light a game. I should have been more forceful.

  “Good for you.” I forced a smile his way. Lucky girl, I thought resentfully.

  I drew the papers from my lap and pushed them back at him. “I’ll sign but there’s one problem. That cheque of yours is a bit too low.”

  “The cheque is very fair especially since I saw to your private care and I’ll now be seeing you to therapy and as an added bonus you got the latest phone on the market.” He pushed the papers back. “It’s especially fair since I agreed to no cops, no hospitals, and no touching.”

  “Now look here, I’m the one you ran over, and I know my rights. If I don’t sign your contract, I can sue you for everything you’re worth!” I waved my hand around, “Which, from the look of this place, I’d say you’re worth quite a good amount of money.”

  Christoff sat up again, this time with his full attention. “Poole –”

  “Elle. You already know my name so you might as well just use it. I prefer Elle.”

  “Fine, Elle, however you gave up your rights the moment you asked me to take care of you, and not to some hospital, do you understand me.” It wasn’t a question. His face said everything. “If you think you can win me in court, presuming that you even do want the court to know your name, you have another thing coming, Miss Roadkill. By the time my lawyer is done with you in that room, you’d wish you took my more than generous offer.”

  Now really angry, I threw the contract in his face and stood up only to be pulled back down into hard, warm arms. “Let me go!”

  “I did see your naked breasts and tortured myself over the thought. At one-point musing over the idea of you waking up. Begging for me as I caressed them.”

  “What are you ta –”

  “No one talks to me like that and gets away with it Roadkill, do you understand me?” he gritted out with dark sharp eyes.

  Confused and still struggling to get out of his hold, I felt his hand around my neck and suddenly, the next thing I knew, his lips were on my own.

  Crushing my split lip and sending a sudden, but slight pain through me, only for it to be quickly replaced with lust. His tongue forced my lips apart and he locked our mouths together, as he forced me to open up to his pressure.

  His kiss was rough and demanding, but I met his force with my own and stuck my tongue in his warm mouth. The smell of his alcoholic breath fueled me, and I bit on his lip, pulling it lightly before I opened my mouth to greet his warm tongue again. His hand on my neck kept my head where he wanted me, and his arms held me down hard enough to feel him growing against his pants.

  It made me moan and as if that was exactly what he was waiting on, he started to slow our kiss. Slowly taking his time to taste me. His tongue slid over my own and he swirled his way around. When I tried to close my mouth to try and catch my breath, he slid his tongue in again, forcing me to open to him once more. In our kiss, he was telling me that he would allow me to do what I wanted, once he was ready to allow me to do them. And he was nowhere near ready to let me take over.

  His hand was laced through my hair, and he slanted my head to the side, as he continued to slide his tongue in my mouth. It was intoxicating. His kiss, his hold, his smell, his taste. It filled me in places I didn’t know I had and I wanted more to savor. I wanted to lick the very alcohol from inside his mouth and drown in it under him.

  I bit his lip again and I could feel him smile as I did. I used that to my advantage and slowly stuck my tongue in his mouth again and he allowed me to take my time and learn his mouth, the way he had mine.

  He surrendered himself to my kiss. Opening wider for me to dive in. To taste every flavour note of the scotch in his mouth and the sensations in my belly made me melt into him. Moaning as I turned to butter, we kissed like two teenagers making out for the first time and I enjoyed every second of it.

  Not wanting to stop, Christoff slowed our kiss and started giving me small butterfly kisses; pulling back, I opened my eyes only to meet his dark brown gaze. Speechless, I watched him smile with victory in his eyes and I pushed at his chest to try and stand back up.

  His hand on my waist kept me in place and I cursed silently. He was winning at the game I initiated, and he knew it. His force and powerful kiss had stopped me in my tracks, and I was too embarrassed to say anything.

  Still his kiss… I had never been kissed like that before. He handled me roughly and put me in my place just with one kiss. It was exciting to be controlled like that. Sending a massive amount of heat pooling between my thighs. Not even Gerald had turned me on this much before. Neither had anyone else for that matter.

  “Still speechless?” He whispered in my ear, in a husky tone.

  Christoff interrupted my thoughts of my past love life, or rather non-existent one, and I blinked determined not to have him see what he did to me.

  “I thought you had someone else for what I was offering you?” I fired back at him as I finally was able to get up into a sitting position.

  He smiled and lowered his hand from my neck to my back.

  “I do, but this was only a kiss. No harm in having a taste, now is there?”

  Now it was my turn to snort. “I'd say, you'd want more, but that’s not going to happen. Keep torturing yourself with that thought, Meikle.” I wiggled my ass against him to add to his torture.

  “Enough.” he groaned, but I could still feel him lengthen under me. “Christoff. Call me Christoff.”

  Victory for me. I smiled. “Shall we get back to the contract on hand?”

  A phone rang from the office desk and he groaned again, this one not out of pleasure. He threw his head back and closed his eyes as the phone continued to ring.

  “Not going to get that?” I asked, sliding from his lap and onto the other side of the lounger.

  “It's my mother.” Was all he said.

  “Not on good terms with Mother Meikle?”

  “More like trying to avoid her. Which I am failing miserably at, by answering all her calls and constant text messages.”

  I nodded and got up. Walking over to the desk and picked up the cell phone that was still ringing. “Mothers can't be avoided.” I threw the phone onto his lap and he looked at me and then at the phone. “Best to answer her before she decides to find you in person.”

  He picked up the phone and looked back at me finger hovering. "Is that from personal experience? Or are you a mother?"

  “I’m not a mother soooo...” I smirked. Sitting my ass against the desk and crossed my legs in front of me. “Take the call. I'll be right here when you're finished.”

  The phone call couldn’t have come at a more perfect time. Christoff had taken his mother's call and left me in the office, which I had made perfectly sure of by setting myself against his desk. Flirting with him was fun and all but I had a goal to accomplish.

  Taking out the IV from my hand, I picked up my backpack and shuffled through the contents until I found my thumb drive. Throwing it back down, I quickly moved over to the Mac and attached the drive to the hard drive and started up the computer. Glancing at the door and listening out for Christoff, my fingers ran across the keyboard and bypassed the password requirement as I uploaded my software program.

  The countdown started for the upload and I prayed that it would hurry up. Watching the numbers go up I took another glance at the door, hoping that Christoff wouldn’t come bursting i
n and catch me.

  Shaking my leg nervously, I started nibbling on my top lip and stared at the fifty-nine percent that was on the screen. “Come on baby, move a little faster for me please,” I whispered.

  It moved again and again, and I jumped at the sound of Christoff's voice, coming closer. He was arguing with his mother, with his voice raising from the next room, when he got closer he started speaking in German so that I would not understand. Focusing back on the screen, the upload had reached ninety percent and I started to relax a little more.

  Once it hit a hundred I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ejected my drive and opened the program. Starting it up I opened a programming window and started typing my own code into the computer. Once everything was uploaded, my software disappeared from the screen completely and I heard my iPad make a ping sound from in my bag.

  Step one completed.

  Shutting down the Mac, I grabbed my drive and crossed the room to the sofa and sat down, putting the drive back in my bag. Pleased with myself, I took out my new phone out the box to play with. The color was gold and I made a mental note to thank him for the phone.

  I was happy and soon I would be out of here richer than ever and on a plane to France with Jason. I smiled as I programmed the phone. Christoff could now keep his forty thousand cheque for all I care. He could keep his kisses, his dark looks, bossy attitude, and everything else. I was about to be rich!!

  The door opened and in walked Christoff, a sigh of frustration leaving him. Leaving the door open he walked over and sat beside me as I pretended to be interested in the new phone.

  “That’s the last time I listen to you.” He mumbled watching me. “Why did you take out the IV?”

  “I don’t need it anymore. I'm up now and more than able to drink what I need.” I shrugged. “You put my chip in here?” Tapping the phone.

  He nodded. “Just for you to set it up the way you want it.” He shifted. “If you think you’re better, at least to no longer have the IV, I'll have Dr. Isaac drop by tomorrow, just to hear his medical opinion.”

  “That’s not necessary.”

  “Humor me and I'll reconsider raising the cheque.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “By how much?”

  “How much do you want?”

  Shocked that he would even ask me that, I glared at him suspiciously. “Is that a trick question? You're that rich you can just hand out money on demand?”

  “How about we stop playing games Luelle, and start telling each other the truth.” He got up and walked over to the bar behind the sofa and poured himself a tumbler of scotch. “You gave me a fake name and had me go looking into your history just to find out who you were. I don’t believe your accident was just an accident. That being said you know who I am and what I am. Cut the bullshit and start talking.”

  “Well aren’t we suddenly changing personalities here. Mother really pissed you off royally, didn’t she?” he mumbled something in German that was harsh with the way he said it and gave me a stern warning look. “Fine. No, my accident was not just an accident. And of course, I know who you are. The whole world knows Mr. Front Cover of GQ Magazine every other month.”

  I ran my hand through my hair, careful not to disturb my stitches. “Now you answer me. What did you find out about me?” I had to know how much he actually knew.

  He swallowed the half-full glass, in one gulp and poured himself another. “I know Sabrina Walker is dead but is still collecting her Social Security cheques, so I’m pretty sure it’s you collecting.” He started nursing his drink. “No parents and you used to live with your grandparents. So, to sum you up, you are a con artist and a weaseling thief.”

  “Just because I collect Sabrina Walker’s Social Security cheques doesn’t mean I’m a thief. It’s called survival, bod.” I pressed, not even touching on the ‘con artist’ accusation.

  He closed his eyes shut. Squeezing tight as he let out a grunt. The alcohol was starting to take its effect on him. I wondered just how much he had had all day and remembered the tray of untouched food on the desk. Was he always this much a drinker?

  It’s not your concern Elle. Leave things alone.

  Watching him closely he walked over to the opposite sofa and sat down; resting his half a glass on the floor, before laying down and stretching out his full length. Throwing an arm over his face he groaned some more and closed his eyes.

  Leave it alone Elle...

  “Looks like you need someone to take care of you.” My voice was soft, and I found myself genuinely sad in wanting to help him.

  “I have people who take care of me.” he mumbled.

  “No, I mean like your girlfriend or a wife. Not people you pay. Someone who genuinely cares about the fact that you’re stinking drunk, and it’s only five in the evening and noting that you haven't touched your food as yet.”

  He opened one eye in my direction. “Are you offering to be that person who cares for me right now?”

  I slowly nodded. “Do you want me to?” I smiled faintly at him.

  He smiled and closed his eyes again. “I’ll take care of you for the remainder of your stay with me and I’ll cut another cheque for you.” Turning from me. “My home is yours, so feel free to do as you wish and eat what you want. If you need anything during the rest of your days here, Marlene will help you.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHRISTOFF

  “You want to do what?” Milo shouted. “Capo, we owe her nothing!” Massaging my forehead, I groaned as my hangover from yesterday’s bender slowly aided in destroying my current eyesight. While Milo paced anxiously up and down the office, destroying what remained of my hearing.

  After what happened yesterday evening with Luelle, she intrigued me more than I had expected. She was a typical con artist and a thief from what I could tell on the camera in the office, a fighter when backed in a corner and a seductive flirt to help her get things to go her way. But apart from all of that, she seemed to be a genuinely caring person.

  She had a sweet smile, when she wasn’t trying to get something out of me, and even more delicious full pink lips. Those lips when I kissed them, tasted like the sweetest and smoothest cloud candy from within her. She wasn’t my typical type of woman, but she was still a delightful slender little thing. With narrow, brown coloured eyes, curly black-brown hair and a small nose, she knew exactly how to change her cute looks into a sexy one. It wasn’t enough that I already knew what her breasts looked like, but paired with the way she spoke, lowering her voice and her eyes, trying to bait me into kissing her.

  I had enjoyed the idea of kissing her, but I was never easily a fool to fall for a woman’s seduction. But after her attitude and throwing the contract back in my face without fear of what would happen, I found her to be most appealing. She knew how to truly handle herself, and that was a turn on for me.

  That’s what led to me kissing her. I had to get myself a taste of that bottled up fire and damn what a fire it was. Sweet as her lips had promised, with the scent of lavender coming from her hair, I couldn’t contain myself and had to force her to open to me. Her force and determination to not give me what I wanted amused me, but once she moaned for me, it was pure ecstasy.

  Her ass pressed against my growing erection was the best thing I had felt in a long time. Her fire matched my own, and it was exactly what I was looking for in a wife.

  Wife.

  The thought brought me back to Milo’s voice as he kept switching from English to Italian, which is what he does when he’s truly upset.

  “Your mother has been calling me this morning nonstop, about where you are so she can come see you. Pretty soon she will figure it out and make her way to Miami, and you want to stand around and play games with this girl.” Frustrated, he shook his head as he typed something on his phone and looked back at me. “Christoff, you wanted to stay away from your mother for a few weeks. If you want to continue that we need to be on a plane by tomorrow afternoon, and you want to pay this thief more money than what she deserves.”

  “Not everyone has it easy like we do Milo, remember where you’re coming from my friend. I may have been born with money, but I was never once thoughtless of others.” I brushed his comment aside.