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“Have you thought about the job offer?”
“My answer is still no. I’ll clean toilets before coming back to work for you.”
As Delilah snapped at me, I pictured that defiant spark in her eyes and how her lips would press in a thin line, daring me to challenge her. It maddened me but also made her totally irresistible.
My hand instinctively moved to my cock that strained against the fabric confining it and rubbed. I considered returning to Delilah’s place and turning her sharp words into moans as I made her mine.
Mine.
My cock jumped in my hand, and I stifled a growl in my throat.
“Ms. Malone.”
“Mr. Quantum”
Silence.
“I’m going back to bed. Good night,” Delilah stated.
The phone went silent.
I closed my eyes, trying to shake Delilah from my thoughts, but I couldn’t.
I removed my cock from its restraints and wrapped my fingers around my shaft. I rubbed the precum that was already on the head of my cock and stroked myself. I imagined Delilah’s lips wrapped around the head and moaned.
Come on Sebastien, what the hell does this woman have that gets you so riled up that you can’t control yourself? Stop letting Delilah get to you!
Butthe more I tried to get myself under control the more I pictured Delilah’s hands on me and the warmth of her mouth. My hand moved relentlessly over my shaft, and it wasn’t long before my body shuddered, and I groaned as I reachedmy climax. But the tension lingered, leaving me more frustrated than when I started.
I lay there for a few moments before heading to the bathroom. After a quick shower, I made my way back to bed. This weekend I had to come up with a plan that ensured Delilah would walk into my office on Monday morning and accept the job offer.
Chapter 8 - Delilah
The Sunday after the grand opening of the club, I received an email from Quantum Enterprises. I groaned and my finger lingered over the delete button. Like the email, I wanted to delete Sebastien from my life, permanently.
He was an infuriating, overbearing control freak! But,damn, he also smelled amazing, looked annoyingly hot, and made my knees feel weak when he gazed at me with those intense green eyes of his.
And the moment after the opening, when I felt a hand on my arm and I thought I was being attacked, lashing out, he wasn’t angry. He was patient, gentle, and made me feel safe for the first time in a long time.
I sighed and pushed my thoughts of Sebastien to the side. I looked at the email sitting in front of me. I knew that if I didn’t read it, it would haunt me forever. Reluctantly, I clicked on it, and my jaw dropped as I read its contents.
Not only had Sebastien doubled the original offer to one hundred thousand dollars a month, but he also added meal stipends, a fully furnished luxury apartment with a company car, a twenty thousand dollar sign-on bonus, four weeks of paid vacation with travel allowances each year, medical and dental Insurance, opportunities to attend workshops and conferences to improve my skills, flexible working hours, and the option to work remotely when needed.
Sebastien sure did know how to lay it on thick. The email was my dream job wrapped in gift paper with a complimentary bow at the top.
But…there was a catch. It was Sebastien, so I expected nothing less. I had to reply to the email today, or I’d lose the offer.
I curled my knees to my chest, wrapped my arms around them, rested my head on my knees and breathed deeply.
Taking the job meant going back under Sebastien’s tyranny.
Not taking the job meant sending numerous resumes hoping someone would hire me.
Taking the job meant being able to pay off my debt quickly.
Not taking the job meant more missed payments and worse.
Tears escaped my eyes before I could blink them back.