Seething with rage, she drove to her apartment, carrying on an imaginary conversation. Finally she said, "I'll just go over there and tell him… tell him…"
Tell him what? That she didn't like him? He was rich, handsome, built like a Greek God, sexy – and that huge cum-filled cock.
"Tell him that he is an arrogant bastard, that's what! To think that I would… I would."
CHAPTER TWO
"I would love one," Sara said when Greg offered her a drink just after opening the door.
A drink was exactly what she needed. Although her mind had been made up to tell him off good and proper, when she saw him standing there, wearing nothing but cut-offs, her heart skipped a beat, her knees weakening. All that she wanted to say was overshadowed by the mere sight of him. Whoever said that clothes made the man certainly didn't have him in mind. And just as she suspected, his muscular frame was lush with dark-brown hair. She had to fight an urge to reach out and touch his sculptured chest.
"Like it?" be asked, taking a sip of his drink.
"Love it," she answered, her eyes still riveted to his body. She took a quick sip, suddenly realizing what he was talking about. "Mmmmmm, delicious," she said. "What's in it?"
"My secret," he answered, pulling her into his arms. "And now, let me find out about your secrets."
Sara was totally confused. How could a man turn his emotions on and off like a faucet? He was so warm, so intense, his lips brushing the hollow of her throat, sending shivers of ecstasy up her spine. His huge meaty arm was touching the tips of her tits, his breath warm and musky-smelling.
And later? When it was over, would he shake her hand and give her a curt good bye?
"There's something I have to say," Sara said, pulling away. Looking into his eyes almost made her melt, sending her pussy into a churning fit of pleasure. "I… I can't take the job. I don't give my… sexual favors as part of my work."