An Eye for an Eye: Zach and Katie's Story (Redwood Falls) (14 page)

Katie nodded her head slightly.

He leaned back against his desk and surveyed her. "You've got what, a week or two left of the school year?"

"Yes. The rest of this w-week. I work at a private school, it lets out early." Her voice was shaky.

"And have you signed a new contract for next year yet?" He demanded to know.

Katie felt dread pool low, down deep in her belly. "No, not yet," she whispered.

"Good.
Don't
." His answer was short, succinct.

"But, I--"

"Do you want to make a deal with me or not? If not, it's your choice. Your parents will need to vacate the property by the first of next month. If you want to work something out with me, don't sign a fucking contract. That part is non-negotiable."

How had this happened to her? What on earth had she ever done to be treated this way?
Her brain raced around trying to find a way out of this situation, because she couldn't sleep with him. She couldn't.
She couldn't.

She attempted to reason with him about the contract, even though she didn't like what she was suggesting. "Zach. I need my income. I have an apartment lease that I have to pay rent on. I don't have a lot in savings. Maybe we could see each other at night. After school." Her voice broke.

"Listen to me, Katie." His voice came softly, as if he was trying to soothe a small child. "I told you how it would be. I even warned you three years ago it would be bad for you to make me wait. Remember that conversation, sweetheart?" He reached up and almost gently brushed a lock of hair from her face. "But you didn't listen. And now you say you hate me. What do you want me to do? Your family took everything I had, and God knows why, but you're what I want in recompense. You've kept me simmering for years. I always wanted you to come to me, you know? But you didn't and now it's time. I know one damn thing; there's no reason in hell I should just give your parents three hundred and twenty thousand dollars, but hell, I'm a reasonable man. If you can tell me why I should, I'll listen to your argument."

Katie felt lashed by his absurd reasoning and opened her mouth to argue. "My parents didn't do anything to you. It was Chris Turner's fault,
you know that
. My parents are innocent! I'm innocent. You're taking this out on the wrong people. Listen, I agree with you about Chris. He was a piece of crap. He was a lazy bum who never worked a day in his life and beat the crap out of my cousin so badly he'll be scarred for life.
Chris
was the man who ran off with your wife." Her voice ran out of steam and she closed her eyes. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I can possibly do to make it right."

Zach reached out and pulled her to her feet and into him with one smooth movement. She fell against his chest, all her fight gone. "Pretty speech, babe. But like I said, somebody owes me one accommodating female. And you're it." He reached down with his mouth and closed it over hers. He took light sips from her lips as she stood silently, stiffly in his arms. After a moment, he lifted his head. "Don't worry about your apartment or your bills. I'll cover them as long as I need to. A couple of quickies aren't what I'm looking for, so I need you with me. This is going to take awhile. Get used to the idea."

"How long?" Any spirit she had left seemed to leave her and she sagged against him as he almost absently rubbed his hand along her spine.

"I don't know the answer to that question yet. Maybe five days, maybe five years."

She stiffened and pulled back from him. "You can't be serious."

"Your parents owe me a shit-ton of money. You do the math." He answered her absently, continuing to run his hand up and down her spine in a gentle caress that held a different message than the anger she could hear so clearly in his voice.

Katie started pushing against him, trying to free herself as another wave of belligerence rose over her. He tightened his clasp, and she began arguing her point. "It was your bitch of a wife who got all that money! How the hell is it fair that you're taking it out of my hide? What the hell did I ever do to you?"

"Don't play the innocent with me. I saw you all those years, strutting around Redwood Falls. Gliding around like you owned the place and every man there. Always acting innocent; always acting like you didn't know what you were doing to the men around you. There you were, the most beautiful girl in town, and every man wanted you. Well, now you get to pay. And you're going to pay for as long as I want." His harsh words were somewhat mitigated by his gently caressing hands. "But don't worry too much, before long you're going to love being in debt to me."

Katie was stunned at his words. She shook her head back and forth in denial. She truly didn't know what he was talking about. But a tiny quiver ran through her when he said she was beautiful. She wasn't, of course. And no one watched her. At least no one that she had ever noticed. She purposely never looked at men. Zach was either obsessed with her, or he had a very vivid imagination. A shudder went through her. What would have happened if she'd called him back and agreed to go out with him? What if, just once, she'd responded to the flowers that he'd continually sent? Would there have still been the anger she heard in his voice? Or would he have treated her gently, as his touch seemed to indicate?

He continued to speak. "While you finish out this week of school, I'm going to get my lawyers to draw up a contract between us. I realize we're going to need a cover story for our families. I'm warning you now, the contract will be in my favor. But I'll put some safeguards in there for you, as well. You're going to have to trust me on that part. You also need to go shopping this week. If this outfit is an indication of the clothes you own, you're going to need new ones."

He reached around and pulled a credit card from his wallet and handed it to her. "Buy day wear, a couple of evening dresses, and plenty of clothes for the beach. I have a house at South Padre and we'll be there a lot this summer. I don't want to get pissed off because you don't have the correct clothes for an occasion; use the damn card now and don't inconvenience me later."

Katie was seriously in shock and reflexively took the card and slipped it into her purse. "All right."

"Meet me back here Friday at one o'clock sharp. That will give you three days to get everything in order and give me time to get the contract ready. We'll go over it then, and if you want to back out, you'll have a final opportunity." As he spoke, he reached between them and calmly started unbuttoning her blouse, his hands gentle but efficient as he unveiled her skin a bit at a time.

Chapter Eight

Katie's pulse went haywire and she had trouble forming words when she felt Zach's touch on her skin. "What--what are you doing?" She stood powerless in his grasp as alarm and a tiny, hidden ribbon of curiosity slid through her.

He kissed her forehead and slid his lips to her ear as he replied softly, "I want a down payment." Another button came undone.

"No, I--"

"You can't say
no,
Katie," he whispered into her ear, his mouth brushing against her skin as he seemed to inhale her scent. He continued, his voice soft but uncompromising. "The only thing you can say no to is the whole deal. Otherwise, I make the rules. You need to understand that right now." If his tone had been hard and implacable, Katie had no idea how she would have reacted. But it wasn't. His voice was warm and persuasive and contained a hint of tortured impatience. A ribbon of desire slid down her spine. In her confusion, her bottom lip wobbled and a single tear slid down her cheek. She hastily wiped it away with the back of her trembling hand.

Zach came to the last button and spread her blouse apart until her white skin was bared; the pale globes of her small breasts peaked from the top of her white cotton bra. He studied the bounty he was unwrapping with both satisfaction and self-hatred for doing this to her. But he couldn't stop. He stared down at her chest. The plain, unadorned bra somehow highlighted the beauty of the top swells of her breasts. His stomach muscles clenched in anticipation. "Don't cry, baby. You're too pretty to cry." Zach slid his hands from her blouse to the small cups of her bra and tugged down. Her breasts popped out.

Katie swayed in shock before she lowered her lashes over her eyes.

Zach looked at her small, perfectly round breasts with the delicate pink nipples and felt himself swell to his fullest. He'd slept with a lot of women.
A lot of women
. But he had never seen breasts more perfect than hers. He cupped them gently in his hands and simultaneously, ran his thumbs over her pink nipples. She let out a tiny mewling noise and he continued to abrade the tips. When he couldn't stand it anymore, he lowered his head and swiped his tongue where his thumb had just been.

Katie began to tremble uncontrollably. He spoke against her breast. "You like that, babe?" He continued to take strokes with his tongue.

Katie was being bombarded with too many emotions at once. "Yes," she whispered, too shocked at the feelings beating inside of her to lie. How long had it been since her breasts had been touched in a gentle, loving way? She knew exactly how long, but she'd never expected to feel even an ounce of desire if it ever happened again.

Zach held her to him and reached for her mouth as he said, "A Turner who can tell the truth."

As his lips touched hers, Katie absorbed his cutting comment and started pushing against him. The hatred and anger he had for her family was still there and it probably always would be, no matter what he'd tried to make her believe three years ago. She couldn't change the Turner blood that ran through her veins. Nor would she want to.

She managed to take him by surprise and broke free from his hold and stepped away from him. She stood rigid. "That's all you're going to get until I see a contract. Until I see some proof you're not going to foreclose on my parents and make them homeless." She adjusted her clothing as she spoke and managed to button her blouse with shaking fingers.

Frustration screamed through Zach. Why the fuck had he made that goddamn comment? Was he absolutely stupid? Katie didn't wait for a reply to her statement. She moved away from him and slammed out of his office. As he lifted his nose and smelled her lingering scent in the air, he knew he had to get his shit together. He had to get his head out of his ass and figure out what the hell kind of emotions were still fucking with him. The last three years hadn't been good. He'd never expected her to continually ignore him as if he didn't exist. And that had produced resentment and now he had to deal with it. But he knew one thing, she'd never come to him of her own free will. It would
never happen
. It might be fucked up, but he was going to take advantage of the position he now found himself in.

Zach didn't waste any time. He picked up the phone and started barking orders to his lawyers.

****

The rest of the week flew by for Katie. Every moment was precious when she felt like the noose was going to close at any minute. She spent the days finishing up with her students. They were special to her, they always would be because they were her very first class. At night, she packed things up, organized her finances, and as Zach requested, went shopping. She didn't feel bad spending his money, because he'd demanded it, and because she knew that whatever he stipulated to her on Friday, she would have to agree to. She had no choice. She couldn't see her parents and Josh lose the family homestead. She couldn't do it to them. Not when she had a way to save the farm, literally as well as figuratively.

She closed her eyes and refused to think about how she would possibly get through the act of sleeping with him,
on an on-going basis
. One step at a time. She would get through this the only way she knew how, one step at a time.

****

Friday afternoon at one sharp Katie sat in reception and waited to be called into Zach's office. Her stomach was tied in knots and she knew that her life as she knew it would be put on hold for a while, possibly for a long while. She felt queasy because she'd gone to visit a doctor and started taking the contraceptive pill. She wasn't used to the hormones, and her stomach was roiling. The doctor had warned her that it might make her a little sick at first, but she didn't see any way to avoid it. The pill seemed the best solution. She absolutely couldn't risk a pregnancy. The thought of having Zach's baby sent terror screaming through her. He would take it away from her, she knew. He had all the power and plenty of money at his disposal. She wouldn't even be able to afford a lawyer to fight him. She couldn't risk it.

By the time she was led into Zach's office, she was green around the gills and prayed she wouldn't embarrass herself in front of him and his team of lawyers.

She took one look at the conference table where he was sitting with three other men, and she knew she wasn't going to make it.

"I'm sorry. May I use your restroom please?" Her words were shaky and she was holding on to the back of the chair she was supposed to sit down in.

Zach must have seen the pinched look on her face and realised something was wrong. He stood up and directed her to an unobtrusive door that led to his private bathroom.

She gratefully went inside. She turned on the cold tap and held her wrists under the cool water. She refused to vomit and have those men hear her. She swallowed several times in an effort to control herself. She felt so alone. Tears came to her eyes and slowly began to roll down her face as she sagged against the sink.