She could be cold, too. She would defy him — if only in her mind, since she obviously couldn’t defy him outright and still keep her job.
That was good enough for her, because she knew that she’d emerge the ultimate victor. She would get what she wanted, even if he was also getting what he wanted. But wasn’t that what relationships were truly about? Both parties getting something from the other that made them happy, or made their lives a little bit better?
She did wonder what this man was doing hiring his dates. He was clearly wealthy, attractive and commanding. He seemed the type who could have any woman he wanted. Why in the world would he pay for one? Probably because the agency promised him whatever he wanted, and what he wanted was far out of the ordinary. That meant he was going to make her do things that would slowly kill her.
It was worth it, though. It would all be worth it in the end.
With trembling fingers, she undid the last button on her blouse, and she hesitated for just a fraction of a second before pushing the blouse off her shoulders and allowing it to fall to the concrete floor.
She waited briefly, hoping she’d shown enough willingness to obey him that he’d call a halt to this test, and she wouldn’t actually have to strip completely naked. When he didn’t move, but just stood there looking at her with those intense silver eyes, she knew her hopes were in vain. She’d have to complete her striptease.
Panic rose in her throat as she reached behind her and found the button on the waist of her skirt. Though her fingers were now shaking visibly, she somehow managed to free the button and pull the zipper down. She wanted to cry as the material slid down her body before she kicked it away, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her minuscule panties, lacy red bra, garter belt, stockings and five-inch heels.
“Everything but the garter belt, stockings and heels,” he said, his voice deep — at least he seemed turned on by what he saw.
Oh, this was a nightmare. She was sure someone would walk out and find them. It was just a matter of time. She also knew that would please this sick, disturbed man. He hadn’t spoken a word to her on the rest of the drive back to his place, but as soon as they’d left the car, he’d commanded that she strip for him. Was this punishment because they’d been interrupted earlier? It hadn’t been her fault.
Reaching forward, she unclipped her bra and then pulled it away and let it float down onto the growing pile of clothes. She couldn’t hide her blush when the air touched her nipples and they hardened.
“Very nice,” he said, and he shifted his stance.
She knew hesitating any further would only draw this out even more, so without any further prompting, she hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her panties and drew them down her legs, then kicked them over with the other clothes before she stood back up, now almost completely naked, an object for this man to examine with his damnably critical eyes.
“Turn slowly in a circle,” he said huskily.
Jewell did as he said, wobbling only slightly in the unfamiliar shoes as she gave him a good look at her body. She knew it wasn’t perfect.
“You’re too skinny, but we can fix that,” he said, and she wanted to slap him.
She was fully aware that she needed to put on weight. She’d love to be able to eat enough to do just that.
“Your breasts and ass are perfect, though,” he said. “You will not change either.”
She wanted to snarl at him, to demand that he give her the secret to keeping her body up to his particular standards and his alone. But she managed to keep her retort to herself. When she looked back into his eyes, she saw a hint of a smile in them, as if he knew what she was thinking and how difficult it was for her to keep her comments to herself.
That made her dislike him just a little bit more.
“Come here.”
Her stomach shaking, Jewell walked away from her pile of clothes and moved toward this commanding man. Was she about to lose her virginity on the hood of his expensive car? She wouldn’t put it past him. She only hoped that he wouldn’t realize how inexperienced she was and take her back to the agency, demanding a refund for misrepresentation — heck, for a bad imitation of what a whore was supposed to be.
She had to pull this off somehow, no matter how much she hurt and no matter how much she felt like crying. She could cry later — when she had time alone in the shower, or when he wasn’t there. There was no way he could be with her twenty-four hours a day.
Besides, she had to get away on Saturday, whether she lost her job or not. She almost had lost her job the last Saturday. She’d snuck out and Ms. Beaumont had been furious — and her fury intensified when Jewell refused to tell her where she’d gone. The woman had almost fired her right then and there, but Jewell had somehow managed to keep her job, barely.
This week it would be even more difficult. Blake Knight wouldn’t give her a pass on this. He’d want to know where she’d gone, and when she wouldn’t tell him, he’d end their time together. Saturday would be their last night together, though, so her week’s duties to him would be fulfilled already. However she had other things to think about now; she’d have to worry about that when the time came.
After reaching Blake’s side, she waited for his next order, feeling almost curious about what it would be. He reached out and touched her throat with one finger, and then moved it slowly downward, between her breasts, and to her stomach. Here he stopped and splayed all his fingers over her flat abs.
“Yes, you are beautiful,” he said almost reverently, but the shutters went back over his eyes and she stood trembling before him. His touch alone left her barely able to stay upright, so violently were her knees shaking. The hitch to his breath as his skin connected with hers made her core pulse and grow slick in preparation for what she knew he planned to do.
His next command almost completely undid her, though she hated herself just a little bit for it. “Spread your thighs.”
She moved her feet apart as much as she comfortably could, opening herself up even further for this man and anyone else who happened to enter the garage.
“More.” His tone was strained as she did what he wanted, spreading her legs as far apart as she could. “Now, bend your knees slowly, gripping my waist with your hands as you do,” he said through gritted teeth.
What did he want? She was thoroughly confused.
Tentatively lifting her hands to his waist, she steadied herself and going lower and lower, leaving her core wide open, though he couldn’t see it from where he stood.