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His On Demand by Fiona Murphy
His on Demand
Blurb:
To achieve my goals, I’ll do
anything, even put up with an asshole like Leandros Kaplan. Four years, five
tops and I’ll have enough money saved to fulfill my dreams of writing full
time. I know lying to him to get the job is crazy and stupid. It’s as crazy and
stupid as the requirement for his new assistant to be married. I’m not married,
and I’m not like his past assistants, the ones who dropped sexual innuendo daily and then would hand him their underwear when he
asked for reports. I’m a freaking virgin at thirty-one.
I swear I never thought I would fall for him, it doesn’t matter that he’s a gorgeous Greek god billionaire, he’s also a jerk who takes pride in being ruthless and cold-blooded. He’s so out of my league we don’t even play the same game. He’s into dating double zero models. There’s no way he would ever be interested in a plus size like me.
When he finds out I lied I’m not surprised he wants his pound of flesh, I’m surprised he wants it in the form of my flesh, naked for him. The retribution he demands is me, whenever, however, he wants my body. I’ll give it to him, everything he demands. He doesn’t want my heart or tears, only I can’t stop giving him both, and it’s slowly tearing me apart. Can he ever forgive me for lying or will that one lie be the end of us?
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Excerpt:
“Tell me why you want to work for me.”
Blue eyes
blink fast, her hands tighten in her lap, her lips thin then the ice is back.
“It’s a tie between the salary and the opportunity of working for you.”
Her voice is
cool, even. Her composure in the face of my own inner unrest infuriates me,
“Explain yourself.”
Alexandra
Clark is looking through me, no one has looked through me since Agatha. It
incites violence within me. “I would be lying if I didn’t say the money
mattered. With the money I’ll be making, things I didn’t think were possible
will be.
“Then there’s working with you. Despite
what movies and books want to make out, becoming a billionaire isn’t something
that just happens. Thousands of people work hard and never make it. There’s an
extra something that takes a person from million to billion that can’t be
taught. There are people who would pay to
be where I will be, but it’s me who will be paid, and very well.”
Now, I am on
an even keel. This is what I am used to, my money being the draw. It is
refreshing to have a person admit money is what brings them to me. For ninety-nine-point-nine percent of people I
meet, women and men, my appeal is my money. Only they want to pretend it’s
something else. Begrudgingly, I give Alexa Clark another point, in addition to
all the others. “You will earn your money. I do not keep banker’s hours, as you
can see. While I will not expect you to work as many hours as I do you will be
expected to be available to me every day of the week, to pick up when I call
whatever you may be doing. Is that something you are prepared for? To work for
what you want? What are you working for, Ms. Clark? What are your plans for
your future?”
I am pleased
the question throws her. The ice melts for a moment. “I’m aware I’ll need to be
available, and I’m willing to be.” A
pause of hesitation. “I want to be able to write full time before I retire. That’s my plan for the future, working for
you will make it possible. I’ve completed three novels to date, with my fourth
releasing in a few months. My plan is after five years at this salary. I’ll be
able to live off what I’ve saved while I write full time.”
I am
intrigued by her honesty. “What have you written?”
“Historical
fiction, set in Renaissance Italy.”
Interesting,
I wonder if I have read her before. I enjoy reading for relaxation although I do not read as often as I would like. “I can
understand someone wanting to work with me if they were looking to start their
own company, or work for themselves. You write about Renaissance Italy what do
you hope to learn working for me?”
“My main
characters are various members of the Medici family. The Prince was written
then, and it’s still as relevant now as
it was then.”
The tart
reply earns her a smile, I have no control over. Her blue eyes glow in return.
“You believe I would make a good character study?”
Her head tilts ever so slightly, “I believe
I’ll never find anyone better to observe. I’ve never been able to pin down
Cosimo’s ambitious plans where he was always several steps ahead of everyone
else. I’d like to see it in action.”
“I do believe
there is a whole chapter on avoiding flatterers.”
“There’s
flattery, and there’s fact. You’re the one who must recognize one
from the other. Because of course you’ve read The Prince. Did you highlight it
as well?” She responds with a quirk of those soft, plump lips.
Explicit
Excerpt:
Walking Elizabeth Ward to the elevator, I am satisfied by her happiness and effusive thanks. Dmitri
owes me twenty dollars, I managed not only to hire her. I turned her from an
angry shrew into a purring contented kitten.
“She
was pretty.” The words are spoken the moment the elevator closes and in Italian.
I have to be wrong about the jealousy I detect. Yet when I turn it is clear on
her face. Her blue eyes are a storm of emotion. “You got what you wanted. You
really liked her.”
I
am drawn to Alexa, I cannot look away from her. From seeing her every emotion
and desire on her beautiful face to the brilliant blue of her eyes. I hear her
breath catch as she leans back in the chair behind her desk. My hands go flat
on her desk to keep from reaching for her.
I
respond in English, there can be no chance of misunderstanding. “She is very pretty.” Alexa’s face tightens then
her eyes fall from mine. “I did get what
I wanted, I always get what I want. I got the best person for the job. That she
happens to be a very pretty woman as well means nothing to me. She is now an
employee, and I do not fuck employees. Ever.” Alexa inhales as sapphire blue
eyes catch and hold mine and my cock screams for her. “That is all I do. I fuck, Ms. Clark. No emotions, just pleasure. Long hours, of
complete and utter pleasure, is all I want
from a woman. Only it is not enough for many women, they get greedy for more
than hours, they want days, weeks, months and several even want forever. All I
want are the hours.”
Her
eyes are glittering sapphires, I want to see her naked in sapphires, a rope of
them at her neck, in her ears, between
her breasts. A long shuddering breath comes out of her, and I watch in painful fascination as her breasts sway. The ringing
phone snaps me out of the thick haze of desire. It reminds me where I am, and
who I’m talking to, at work to my employee, my married employee. Damn her for
making me forget.
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Author Bio:
Due to commitment
issues I have lived in many different cities and my favorite is Chicago but I
have managed to settle into Austin and perhaps my commitment issues are behind
me.
I have enjoyed reading from a very young age and it wasn't long before the children books bored me and I read the books my mother enjoyed Stephen King and Dean Koontz and I didn't sleep without the light on until I was about ten.
I came across my first Harlequin by accident and it was love at first read, no one died and happy endings? It was a whole new world and I loved it.
I wrote my first story at eight and everyone died, of course. Since then I would like to think I've gotten better and now I'm writing the happily ever afters I first fell in love with, with some hot sex thrown in along the way.
I have enjoyed reading from a very young age and it wasn't long before the children books bored me and I read the books my mother enjoyed Stephen King and Dean Koontz and I didn't sleep without the light on until I was about ten.
I came across my first Harlequin by accident and it was love at first read, no one died and happy endings? It was a whole new world and I loved it.
I wrote my first story at eight and everyone died, of course. Since then I would like to think I've gotten better and now I'm writing the happily ever afters I first fell in love with, with some hot sex thrown in along the way.
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