In His World (For His Pleasure, Book 28) Read Online Free

wine, presenting it for Brody’s approval. Brody waved him to pour it. He continued talking to Chloe while the waiter poured the white wine slowly into both their glasses.
    “When I offer someone an opportunity like I’ve offered you, they damn well take it,” Brody told her. “And yet here you are, talking to me about two weeks notice and needing references,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief.
    “Maybe we’re just not a good fit,” she replied, feeling defensive now.
    He locked eyes with her. “I think we’ll fit very well,” he said, and her nipples instantly stiffened and her thighs contracted.
    She had a vivid image of Brody’s cock sliding inside her, and her accepting it, her entire body responding with lust and orgasmic pleasure as he fucked her.
    Fitting well. Fitting perfectly.
    Trying to hide her flustered reaction to his comment, Chloe picked up the wine glass in front of her and took a long, long sip.
    The taste was exquisite, and she felt it going right to her head.
    “Brody, I want to seriously consider your offer,” she said, trying to control the tightness that had come over her throat, the steady beating of her heart.
    “You should do more than consider it,” he said.
    “How much would I be compensated? What would my salary even be? I have no idea what a personal assistant makes.”
    Brody touched his wine glass but didn’t pick it up. His fingers, she noticed, were both strong and also delicate. She could easily imagine them touching her skin, sometimes softly, others roughly, controlling, taking what he wanted effortlessly.
    “Now we’re getting to it,” he smiled. “It always comes down to money.”
    “It’s a job,” she said. “So I guess it should come down to money.”
    “Everything comes down to money,” Brody replied.
    As she was listening to him, watching him, she caught movement from the corner of her eye as a couple was seated at a nearby table. It was only when they were seated and the host moved out of Chloe’s line of sight, that she made eye contact with the other woman at the table.
    It was her boss.
    Amy was staring at her with a frozen expression on her face.
    Chloe swallowed and felt herself turn white.
    “Everything okay?” Brody asked, his brow wrinkling.
    “Ummm…no, not really,” she managed.
    This was a nightmare. Chloe had taken the day off from work so that she could go on her interview with Red Jameson, claiming in an email to her boss that she’d not been feeling well. And now here she was in a fancy restaurant, dressed up and obviously not even remotely ill.
    Amy continued staring at her.
    And Amy was sitting with her boss, who oversaw multiple hotels and normally didn’t even remember Chloe’s name. But he would remember her name now, after she’d helped lose their biggest client and now been caught in a bald-faced lie about being too sick to come into work.
    “Have a drink of water,” Brody told her. “You look like you saw a ghost.”
    “I wish,” she muttered, picking up her glass of water and drinking it. Her hand shook visibly. “Can we leave?” she asked him.
    His eyes shifted, and he sat up a little straighter.
    “Looks like someone’s coming over to say hello,” he said.
    Amy was approaching. She was wearing a very black, severe pantsuit, and her eyes were blazing with barely concealed anger. When he got within a couple of feet of the table, she looked briefly at Brody and then back to Chloe. “You look very well,” Amy said.
    Chloe cleared her throat. “I—Yes, I meant to call and let you know that I was doing better. I intended to—“
    “Oh, yes, I’m sure you did intend to.” Amy turned to Brody. “I do apologize for interrupting this lovely…is it a date or something?”
    Brody smirked. “Or something,” he replied, matching her tone almost perfectly.
    Her eye twitched as if his response had deeply irritated her.
    Was it possible she had no idea who he was? Brody had one of the most recognizable faces