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“Forgive my bluntness, but this seems crazy.”
“I know it wasn’t the best approach, but I realized that you’re about to board, and I didn’t want to miss the opportunity. What’s your name?”
“Zoe Turner.”
She holds out her hand, and I hesitate but eventually take it. “Nice to meet you, Zoe. Here’s the thing: I’ll leave you my card, and you can googleme to make sure I’m not a serial killer.” She’s smiling when she says that, and I relax a little.
I take the card she offers me. “What do you expect from me?”
“A screen test, although I have no doubt, I’ll hire you.”
“Look, I’m flattered by what you’re saying, but I’m having the worst day of my life. Believe me when I say this is a big deal because I’ve been through a lot of them. So, I’ll take your card and we can talk later, but today . . . I just really want to be alone.”
“It’s okay, Zoe. Just promise you’ll call me.”
“You have my word.”
Christos
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The last thingI wanted was to be out of the house before she woke up, but my plans went off the rails the moment my phone vibrated early in the morning with a message from my lawyers.
We needed to decide which public statement to release about the ship issue. If everything came to the surface, the fleet acquisition would be a mistake and stocks would plummet.
I ordered that a rigorous investigation be carried out and the culprits brought to light. In this case, I think transparency would be the best solution, although I’m not too keen on involving Zoe’s name in a scandal. In addition to being very young, if what I intend to do becomes a reality—staying with her without an end date—the press won’t leave her alone.
My intention was to have breakfast together and clear up the confusion about my name. After yesterday, there is no reason not to open up.
I think about the blonde goddess tangled up in my sheets as I get up. She was passed out, exhausted, and I wondered if I wasn’t too rough for our first night together. But then I remember that the second and third times, she was the one who came to me while I was trying to keep myself under control, fearing that I would hurt her.
Zoe, even inexperienced, is a sexual hurricane. It won’t take too longfor her to know her body well. I want to be the one to teach her to discover herself.
I’ve never made plans beyond a weekend with my past girlfriends, but I wonder if there would be room for her in my life when we get back to the States, my main residence. In our conversation at the restaurant, she told me that she lives in Boston, but her dream is to live on a rural estate—which doesn’t seem to match the stunning woman she is.
The kind of life she craves couldn’t be further from mine. I don’t have any connection with the countryside; I’m a man of the world, not so much by choice but because of my business.
Anyway, I would like to explore this intense sexual attraction further. It’s only been a little over three hours since I left her, and I’m already looking forward to getting back to the apartment and losing myself in her sexy body.
Before leaving, I left a note letting her know that my housekeeper would be at her disposal to serve breakfast. Shy as she is, I had no doubt that she would let herself stay hungry until I returned, and I had no idea what time I would be back.
I also left an envelope with my maid containing more than twice the amount she would normally receive from the ship. I don’t want her to feel financially reliant on me, although the amount that represents her salary, for me, is equivalent to the value of a cup of coffee.
“Are you sure you want to close the deal?” my analyst asks, referring to the ships.
“Yes, I don’t back down on my word. How long will this meeting last?”
“Half an hour.”
I run a hand through my hair irritably, my thoughts totally focused on the beautiful woman waiting for me.
I slept next to her, which was new to me because I never spend the whole night with a girlfriend. Sharing a bed with someone can create unrealistic expectations, and my life is always black and white; any other colors are excluded. But when Zoe lay on top of me and I felt her body heat, her soft breathing, and her hands in my hair, any thought of getting up and leaving her was gone.
The need for her is a kind of addiction, a compulsion that only increases the longer I stay by her side.
And then there’s the fact that she went through so much shit yesterday. I’m not normally a sensitive guy, but Zoe is in a foreign country and I’m the only person she knows.
“Not a minute more,” I warn the men seated across from me. “Time is already running out. Make it worth it.”
