Authors: K.M. Golland
B00BR2BOUU EBOK
SATISFACTION
BY K.M. GOLLAND
Book 2 in The Temptation Series
Cover Design by: Wade Angelo,
Pauze - Design and Multimedia
Copyright 2013
Published by K. M. Golland
ISBN: 9780987497703
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be
reproduced by any means, or transmitted, or translated without the permission
of the author.
Bryce
I’ve never really considered myself to be a lucky man. Yes,
I have more than enough money to feed a small country—which I do—because I make
damn sure a good percentage of my fortune aids people who genuinely need it the
most. But having a rather large bank account has never truly satisfied me, nor
has it ever fulfilled me. It was simply a result of working hard and keeping my
mind from the emptiness I had felt since the day I lost Mum, Dad, and my little
brother, Lauchie. The day they passed away, all the love, joy and playfulness
I’d once known vanished, and although I tried to recover those feelings, they
always seemed to elude me. For a long time, my sister Lucy had been my focus
and priority; she was all I had left. I promised myself that I would look after
her, because I sure as hell was not about to lose her, too. However, when she
found her loving partner Nic, I had no choice but to reluctantly hand over the
protective reins, and once again, I felt hollow inside.
***
It’s the morning after the
Tel V Awards, and I am sitting here on the edge of my bed staring down at the
most beautiful creature to have ever walked this earth. I no longer feel
hollow; instead, I feel alive, I feel excited, I feel like I’ve just had the
best night of my life, but more importantly I finally feel complete.
Her silky smooth back is bare
as she sleeps soundly on her stomach, and as I sit here and take in the sight
before me, I cannot believe just how fucking lucky I truly am.
***
I think back to the time I
first opened Alexis’ application folder, and to what felt like being slapped in
the face when confronted with her photo.
Fuck me,
were the words that
came out of my mouth, followed by a dry swallow and the loosening of my tie.
She was applying for the position of Concierge Attendant, and if I had ever
doubted the concept of love at first sight, I sure as hell didn’t anymore. I
had sat there and stared at her intriguing, innocent, beautiful face for almost
an hour before reading her résumé probably twenty times. She was simply
stunning, but it wasn’t just her physical beauty that had me captivated. When I
looked at her, I felt connected and somewhat drawn in; it was a feeling I
wasn’t used to.
Her cover letter had
mentioned she was married with two young children, and I envied the man who was
lucky enough to be responsible for that. Strangely enough, and from that moment
on, Alexis’ husband existed only on that piece of paper and that piece of paper
alone. It was as though my mind deliberately shut him out; Mr. Summers was now
a nonentity where I was concerned. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it.
I didn’t hesitate in
informing Abigail that Alexis was a successful applicant and that she was to
Concierge at City Towers in particular. I wanted her working in this building
and as closely to me as possible. I then asked Lucy to research her—or to put
it technically, perform an employee background check. Lucy looked into things
for me all the time, so my request was not terribly out of the ordinary for
her. She had managed to access Alexis’ Facebook account which had given me an
informal insight into her intriguing life.
From what I could see she was
fun, had lots of friends, played Farmville, and she had been sick because she’d
eaten some hidden fructose in a cake. I could also tell by her many status
updates and photo tags that her alcoholic drink of choice was gin, that she
loved her sports, and admired cars. The fact that she liked cars had excited
the shit out of me because I couldn’t wait to try and impress her with my own collection.
I had also noticed from a photo taken of her five years ago, that she’d
undergone a pretty impressive physical transformation. She had looked heavier back
then in comparison to the photo I had been given with her résumé, but heavier
or not, she radiated beauty from her angelic face and was still simply gorgeous.
The morning she was to start
her traineeship was downright crazy. It was also fucking weird due to the fact I
had felt flustered, stressed, excited, and all things strangely confusing and
nice—weird, but nice. I had changed my suit three times, worrying about whether
or not she would find me good looking; I was turning into a bloody girl. I’m
even surprised I didn’t turn around that morning and look at my arse in the
mirror, wondering if it looked big in the particular pants I had been wearing.
In addition, my palms had been sweaty that morning, which I always thought was
just a myth—a stupid saying even. But
it wasn’t a myth
, it was true, your palms do actually sweat when you
are nervous as hell.
I had informed security to
notify me when Alexis scanned her employee card at the staff gate so that I
could position myself and catch a glimpse of the beauty in the photo that had
captured my thoughts for the past three weeks. I had spotted her hurrying
across my casino floor, and the sheer sight of her had the head on my shoulders
deciding to have a quick chat to the head in my pants. Then, as if I was an
electrically charged moving particle, I was pulled by her magnetic force until
we were both standing in line at Gloria Jeans. I hadn’t planned on talking to
her until she was due to visit the penthouse floor. All I had wanted to do at
that time was see her up close and personal, but once I did, I had found myself
wanting more.
I stood directly behind her,
and the scent of her perfume and shampoo nearly knocked me for six. Having been
momentarily intoxicated by her presence like a lovesick pervert, I hadn’t
allowed enough room for her to turn around. Thank fuck I hadn’t though, because
the feeling of hot freaking white chocolate covering my Versace shirt was one
of the best feelings I had felt in a very long time. The words that then floated
out of her perfect mouth sealed my need to be around her as much as I could.
She was not only breath-takingly beautiful, she was funny—adorably fucking funny.
‘Oh, Shit!
Shit! Geezus, that is hot! Oh, I am so sorry!’
I just wanted to grab her and swallow those cute little words directly
from her mouth to mine, but it wasn’t until she looked up into my eyes that I
nearly fucking had a coronary. I swear my heart skipped a beat if that was at
all possible.
I wasn’t sure what came over
me next, because I lost control of all reason and grabbed her by the arm,
leading her to God knows where. If my world was perfect, I would have led her
to the nearest personal corridor and had her up against the wall. But that was
not going to happen, so I had to think quickly before she screamed ‘Psycho’ and
kicked me in the balls. She had seemed okay with me whisking her away at first,
until she managed to pry herself out of my eager hold and ask me who the hell I
was. In that moment, I came up with the idea to take her to see Clarissa and
lavish her with a Versace dress that would be privileged to adorn her perfect
body.
‘Who
are you and how do you know my name?’
she
had asked. I had thought about opening my stupid mouth then, and spilling out
that the reason I knew her name was because I had thought about her every day
since first laying my eyes on her. I’m glad I didn’t though, because that would
have probably sealed my fate and declared me borderline stalker.
My eyes had quite easily
found her wet and slightly see-through blouse, which was lucky, because this
was how I had noticed her name badge and was able to use that as the less
creepy excuse for knowing her name. I also figured I would throw into the mix
that I was her boss, and see how she’d react. The shade of pink her face had turned
was adorable. I knew from that moment I needed to make her blush a hell of a
lot more, as it was fucking awesome to watch. I then placed my hand on the
small of her back to keep her moving, and this instantly had snapped my dick to
attention, like she deliberately sent an electric shock right through me in
order to hit that very spot.
***
Bringing my thoughts back to
the present, where I now sit gazing down at my sleeping beauty, it is quite
apparent that Alexis still has that very ability to snap my dick to attention—even
in her sleep. Just the sight of her naked back gives me a raging hard on. I
smile to myself, as thoughts of the first time I saw her naked back come
rushing into my mind.
***
I remembered swallowing
heavily right before I crazily opened her dressing room curtain with the
dumbass excuse to offer to zip her up. She had spun around quite eagerly for
me, that, or she had hoped I would leave, which I had no intention in doing
until I had finished with her zip. When I placed my hand on her back that
electrifying dick charge had coursed through me once again, and I knew I wanted
to experience that feeling for as long as I possibly could. So, I deliberately
zipped up the dress slowly, even having thoughts about pretending it got stuck
so that I could hold her against me and tug at it. She had flinched under my
touch, and it worried me to think I had icy cold fingers that disgusted her, so
I rubbed them desperately, nearly fucking producing a friction fire in the palm
of my hands. I apologised for them being cold, but when she had said
‘No, not at all, they
are fine’
and then giggled, I relaxed and
felt she was possibly flirting with me. That prospect alone was all I needed to
take it up an extra notch, and I definitely had plans on doing that.
***
A small gurgling noise sounds
from Alexis’ stomach, snapping me out of my happy recollection. Even her
stomach rumbling is sexy as hell.
She’s hungry, I’ll make her breakfast.
I quietly stand up from the bed and sneak out of the room.
I could make a
quick batch of blueberry pancakes for her.
I make my way to the kitchen and
quickly produce a pile of pancakes, dressing them with yogurt and berries. I
smile as I put them aside, then head back to my room to wake my perfect
sleeping beauty.
When I return to the room,
she is still sleeping soundly.
Fuck, I must’ve really worn her out last
night.
I plan on wearing her out like this every night for the
rest
of our lives. The problem with that is, when she finds
out about my deal with Rick, we may not have the rest of our lives.
The
fact he has cheated on her is in my favour; knowing Alexis like I do now, she
will not go back to him because of that. But will she leave me when she finds
out about my part in all of it?
I’m not quite
sure. Just the thought of it terrifies me beyond belief. I can’t lose her now.
No, I won’t lose her now. I have this week to show her just how much she really
means to me, and to show her that what we have is magical, special, and rare. I
have this one week to prove to her that we belong together, and I’m not going
to waste another second of it. Now that I have her, I am never letting her go.
