Page 5 of Taming the Bear
“I’m not going to fuck you because you’re paying me.”
I chuckle under my breath. Oh, I love her attitude. “Oh, baby. I don’t need to pay a woman to fuck me. Don’t worry about that.”
“Fine.” Her stubborn bottom lip sticks out a little and she looks off to the side. “What do I need to know to be your girl or whatever?”
I lean back in my seat and recross my ankle over my knee and place my hands over my leg. I can feel the stretch of my leather cut as I flex a little more than normal. “One, you have to be in my bed every night. Two, you can’t flirt with the other men. If you do, shit would be a lot worse. Three, you are going to be around women who have been in the game for a while. They are going to be pretty fucking shitty against you.”
“I can deal with that.”
“And, I need you to move into the clubhouse with me.”
“I’m not moving anywhere!”
I stand up out of my seat and walk around the desk until I’m standing behind her. I place my hands on her shoulders and then lean over her to speak in her ear. “If you want the one hundred grand, you will move in with me.”
“No sex!” She screeches.
I nibble on her little earlobe and she shifts in her seat some more as if she’s trying to ease the ache growing between her legs. “Whatever you say, baby. Close up for the day so we can pack your shit.”
Without giving her another option to back talk me, I walk away from her and then walk out of the office. I wait for her outside of her office and after a few minutes, I duck my head back in.
Chantal
What the fuck just happened?
My head is spinning and I feel as if I’m on one of those carnival rides that fuck with your balance. Did I just agree to go to work for him for a hundred grand? I’m pretty sure I did. A hundred grand? Holy shit!
What does this entail? I go and live with him and pretend to be his girlfriend. I find out what I need to find out and then I bail. That’s it.
Why does he have to be so fucking hot? The man is sex on a stick. He’s seasoned but I’m loving that about him. His eyes have little crow feet outlining them but I don’t give a shit. The man is gorgeous.
Can I sleep in a bed with him without throwing myself at him? Probably not, but I’m going to try.
“Baby, are you coming?” He asks me as he tucks his head through the door.
Without even thinking about it, I pack up all of my shit to leave. I stuff my computer and all of the flash drives and hard drives that I keep with me in my bag. Once I have everything, I look around the office.
I worked so hard to get here. I had to fight my way here and now I feel as if I’m never going to come back. It’s a scary feeling. The not knowing.
As I approach the door, he wraps his arm around my waist and holds me tight against him. Instinctively, I fight him off and he growls at me. Growls! “If we are going to be together, you are going to have to get used to me touching you.”
Of course I know this but… “Can you give me a minute to get used to the idea?” I snap.
“No.”
He leads us out of the hallway and into the main walkway to get out of the building. As we reach the bottom stair, he places his hand on my back to lead me to his bike.
Now, I don’t know know much about bikes. What I do know is this bike is gorgeous and powerful looking. It’s custom painted and extremely large to fit the bear of a man that is leading me to it.
“Joe, my car is over there,” I point to my Honda. My Honda looks pathetic sitting in the back of the garage. My little hoopty of a car that was given to me by my parents as a birthday present and I’ve had it ever since. It may be old, but it’s dependable and that’s all that matters to me. Hey, I don’t have to make payments on it, so it’s nice.
At least he lets me think that he’s considering it but then he shakes his head. “That’s nice. We are taking the bike to your place to get your shit.”
I plant my feet into the ground and then cross my arms over my chest to show him that I’m not some little bitch that he can order around. “Look, I have a lot shit that is needed for what I do. There is no way in hell that I can fit them all on your bike. I’m taking my mother fucking car back to my place and then I’m packing some stuff to go to your club-thingy. If you have a problem-”
The wordsshove your problem up your assare at the tip of my tongue but then I remember that he’s paying me a lot of money. “I want my car with me.”
“Fine. I will follow you back to your place and then you can follow me to the clubhouse. While at your place, we’re gonna talk about some shit that you need to know.”
