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his long, thick fingers grasping mine as those dark eyes watch me. I jump at the feel of his touch, and even more so as his eyes penetrate me. I want to look away, but those eyes have me mesmerized.
    “I know you won’t,” he responds. “I’m looking forward to working with you.”
    This has been the most confusing job interview ever and I get the feeling that even though I think I’m ready for this, I really have no idea what I’m in for. His grip on my hand loosens, allowing me to pull away. I smile shyly and walk for the door. I can feel his gaze burning into me.
    “Oh, and Charlotte?”
    I turn around, my heart jumping into my throat. He makes me so damn nervous.
    “You won’t be requiring any underwear.”
     

Chapter Three
    Jaxon
     
    The moment I walked into the living room and saw her sitting there, I knew she was my girl. She fit exactly what I was looking for, and I hope she proves me right.
    There was something so innocent about her, but at the same time I could tell she was stubborn. She had a spark and I couldn’t wait to find out what she was capable of, and what she was capable of putting up with.
    The way her bright eyes darted around the room whenever I spoke to her made my cock twitch. I couldn’t wait to wrap my hands around that long, dark hair and force myself down her throat. God, those lips.
    Every time she spoke all I could do was imagine them around my cock, her wide eyes on mine, that beautiful body on display just for me—well, not always just for me. She’s an interesting girl . There was something about her that made me wonder how open she was being about her past, but I let it slide. If it proved to be a problem, I could deal with it later. She was so damn intent on hiding behind her mask, pretending I didn’t scare her, when anyone could see how terrified she was. Fear excites me.
    I hadn’t been lying when I’d told her how many women had applied for the role. Out of all the possibilities, less than a handful were suited to me, and after interviewing all nine of them, Charlotte was the clear standout. I can’t explain why; I just knew the moment I saw her she was what I needed.
    The rest of them were all the same, and I could tell right away there would be no challenge. I laugh. How can there be only one interesting woman left in this fucking city? I guess it doesn’t matter, though, because all it takes is that one—providing I play my cards right.
     
    Most of my time during our short interview was spent trying to figure out why a girl like her would respond to my ad. Her résumé was impressive, with an Ivy League education and great results. The only thing she lacked was experience, but that could be a good thing. A pretty, green young thing with a fiery attitude is just what I need, especially when she’s willing to explore.
     
    My phone rings and I answer it, already knowing it’s my housekeeper, Marina, wanting to know what I feel like for dinner. At the moment, dinner is the furthest thing from my mind because all I can think about is Charlotte and how I can’t wait to slide my hard cock into the tight pussy that I know was hiding under that skirt.
    God, the look on her pretty little face when I told her not to wear underwear . . . this is going to be fun.
    “Marina,” I say, rubbing my neck. It has been a long day since I went for my run at six this morning, and my rumbling stomach is informing me that I do in fact need to eat. “How can I help you?”
    “What shall I prepare you for this evening?” she asks, her faint Irish accent coming through. Slight, with graying hair and kind dark eyes, she was one of the few people I trusted, mainly because she knew what I liked and how I liked it. My needs were very particular, and having someone I felt I could trust was of paramount importance to me.
     
    Marina had been with me for ten years—since I graduated from school. I’ve known her all my life, though. She had been my parents’ housekeeper when I was a