Page 113 of Hot Summer Nights

“Ok, so I would be like picking up dry cleaning, grocery shopping, stuff like that?”

I realize that I’ll need to give her more to do than that. I need to think of a reason for her to be here more. For her to have to live here so that I can keep an eye on her and spend time with her.

“Yes, but I would also need you to help out here with the cooking and whatnot. You would live here with me that way you’re here if I need anything.”

I can see a flash of panic and I realize I’ll have to give her something else to make the fact that she’ll be living with me seem like no big deal.

“On top of that, you’ll be paid five thousand a month.”

That has her snapping her mouth shut and I can see her thinking it over in her head. I sit and wait for her to make her decision. I can’t offer her more or she’ll start to get suspicious about my real reasons for wanting her here. The longer it takes her to say something the more worried I get. I need her to agree to this. I need her to stay here with me. To be mine. Just when the pressure is starting to get to me, she opens her mouth.

“When do I start?”

FOUR

HARPER

Things had moved pretty quickly after I had accepted the job. Oliver- Mr. Hunter - had told me to take the rest of the day getting my things settled here and to have a look around so I would feel comfortable, then he left to go back to running this place. I didn’t tell him that everything I had was with me in my backpack.

After he left, I sat on the couch and just looked around. I had never lived in a place as nice as this. Hell, I had never even stepped foot inside a place as nice as this and it was a little surreal to be sitting here now and to think about getting to live here.

As I look around, I can’t help but wonder about my new boss. He’s wealthy, obviously, and he comes from a nice family. I could tell how much he loved them and how much he respected his father when he was talking about taking over the family casinos in a couple of months. They must be proud of him. He’s smart, successful, and so hot that I could barely keep my eyes and hands off him.

That’s a dangerous path to go down so I stop that train of thought and stand up to have a look around. The living room is breathtaking with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the strip, white marble floors, and the softest leather couches. There’s a huge flat screen tv taking up most of one wall and some abstract painting on another.

I wander out of the living room and into the kitchen. I’ve always liked to cook. I think at first it was because that way I at least knew that I was going to get fed. As time went on though, it helped to relax me and I liked making food that tasted good and made other people happy. I used to help cook dinner every night in my last foster home.

The kitchen is enormous with shiny stainless-steel appliances and black marble countertops. There’s a huge range stove and a double oven in the far wall. The island looks to be about as big as my last bedroom and has four stools lined up along one side. I sigh dreamily as I think about all of the things that I’ll be able to make in a kitchen like this.

Excited, I head over to the fridge to see what he has stocked. As I pull the door open, I come up short. It’s empty except for two bottles of some fancy beer that I’ve never heard of before. This won’t do, I think to myself as I begin mentally making a list of groceries that I’ll have to get. I’ll need to ask Oliver about money or how he wants me to buy things.

Leaving the kitchen, I make my way back past the front door and stop in the living room to pick up my backpack before heading down the hallway to the bedrooms. Mr. Hunter never said which room I would be staying in. Maybe he wants me to just pick one. It’s not like I have much so moving my things to a different room won’t take long. The first door I try leads to the largest guest bathroom ever. It’s filled with more modern fixtures and there’s even a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I close the door and move down the hallway to the next one.

The next doorleads to a room with more floor to ceiling windows, only these look over the back of the casino and the pool area. There’s a king-size bed in the middle of the room and a walk-in closet and bathroom attached but I’d rather look over the strip so I move on to the next room.

The next door is at the end of the hallway and as soon as I open the door, I know it’s his room. I can smell his scent as soon as the door swings open. I go to grab the door to close it and move on but curiosity gets the better of me and I take a step inside. The room is done in blues and is set up pretty much exactly like the first room only this one is so much bigger. There’s another king-size bed with a dark blue duvet on it and a dark wooden nightstand on either side of it. The white marble floor that goes throughout the entire penthouse is in here too but now there’s a plush grey shag rug covering up a large portion of it.

I walk over and peek into the bathroom to see the modern theme has also been done in here too. There’s another chandelier in here with a double sink and a shower that looks like it could fit me and ten of my closest friends. To the right of the shower is another door that leads to the toilet and tucked into the corner on the left of the shower is the coolest egg-shaped bathtub ever. I have the strongest urge to strip and climb in right now. I hope there’s one like it in my room.

I go to turn around to check out the last room but when I walk through the door into the bedroom I collide with a hard chest. I tense and jerk back but Mr. Hunter already has his hands on my arms to steady me and as I jerk back, I start to lose my balance and he ends up pulling me into him to steady me.

As I find myself pressed back up against his chest, I look up into his eyes and am shocked to see the passion I see there. As I stare back, I feel something begin to grow and press into my stomach and I realize he’s getting hard from just holding me like this. I feel myself start to blush so I pull away from him and look down to get myself under control.

After a minute I feel myself start to cool down so I try to explain what I was doing in his room, in his bathroom.

“I was just trying to figure out which room was mine.” I say as calmly as I can manage.

“You can stay in this room if you’d like.’ He says while flashing me a smile.

I notice that he has a dimple on one side. I have the strongest desire to kiss him there. I try to focus back on what we were talking about and I realize that he just offered for me to sleep here with him. I’m tempted to take him up on his offer. I’ve never been attracted to anyone before but with him, one look and I’m lost in him.

I’m a virgin but I’ve heard my friends talk about sex and I always wondered what it was like. After what I just felt pressed up against me, I have a feeling that Mr. Hunter would know how to make it good for me. I shake my head at myself though when I realize where my train of thought has once again gone. I just started this job and I desperately need it. There’s no way that I can risk it by sleeping with my boss.

“That’s ok. I’ll just take the one next door if that’s ok?”

“Of course.” He says, but I swear I catch a hint of disappointment when he says it.

He turns to lead the way to the next bedroom and I follow him. He opens the door to the bedroom that will be mine and I push past him to get a look at it. I feel him stiffen as I brush past him but I forget about that when I see my room. It’s covered in light cream colors and I immediately feel calm as I step further into the room.

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