Fighting Seduction (4 page)

“But, sir-“

“You said you liked your job. Is that right?”

“Of course. Would you like me to add anything to the
email?”

“That will be all for today. Thank you.”

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I finished drafting up the document and briefly
considered running it by my lawyer, but decided against it, more for Aria’s
sake than my own. If she was going to agree to this deal, I might as well have
her feel comfortable about it. I looked at the bouquet of red roses that had
been returned to my office that morning and grinned. One down, twenty-nine to
go. After today it probably wouldn’t take twenty-nine days before I got to
screw her. After printing the document, I removed a rose from the bunch and
placed it over the pile of papers on my desk.

I picked up the phone to call Aria. It was game
time. I watched her answer the phone, looking somber.

“South National Bank, how may I help you?”

“Come into my office. Mrs. Brian seems to be doing
quite well by herself over there.”

“Did you get a chance to talk to
Wil
-”

“Come into my office,” I repeated and hung up.

The nervous look on her face as she tentatively
walked towards my office worried me a bit. What if she didn’t take the deal?
What else could she do, though? I had made it all but impossible for her to get
a loan at this bank, and could repeat the process for every other bank within a
thousand mile radius.

She would have to take the deal.

As she stepped into the office my eyes were fixated
on her skirt. I could offer to give her 60,000 dollars upfront in exchange for
letting me throw her against the glass window, lift that tight skirt of hers,
pull down her panties and fuck her. But that would be no fun. When I finally
felt the sweet warmth of her pussy, it would be because she asked, because she
couldn’t resist me. Nobody was allowed to resist me when I decided I wanted
them. That is what made Aria seem so fascinating, and making her decide all on
her own that she was wrong to ever resist me was going to be the best part.

“Sit down, Aria,” I ordered.

When she did, the hem of her skirt lifted a few
inches upwards, revealing her toned, smooth thighs. I felt myself tightening in
my pants.

“So did you talk to Wilson?” she asked again,
looking ready to burst into another round of tears.

“I did and it’s not good news. Well, it’s not the
particular piece of good news you were hoping to receive.”

The tears began to fall onto her cheeks. I would
have to get her to stop doing that.

“So I’m not getting the loan?”

“You are just too young with too many
responsibilities,” I said, trying to sound sympathetic. “I’m sorry.”

The crying was in full swing now, her makeup all
smeared. Should I wait a little to make my proposition? I decided against it.
Knowing she felt helpless right now made it significantly more likely that she
would accept.

“Thank you for trying,” she said, starting to get
up.

“Wait! Did I say I was done?” I said more harshly
than I had intended. “Sit back down.”

“But you said that-”

“The bank cannot give you a loan right now, but that
does not mean you there aren’t other ways you can make that money.”

Her eyes widened. “No!”

“You haven’t even heard me out yet.”

She was shaking her head vigorously. “I can’t sleep
with you for money. That’s wrong. And illegal.” She looked horrified and softly
added: “And I’m a virgin.”

Oh fuck. I hadn’t considered that a possibility at
all. A girl so attractive should have caught every guy’s attention, which meant
she was a virgin by choice. Did I really want to go through with this? Regular
girls could be troublesome to get rid of, but virgins were on a whole other
level. But I wasn’t paying her to sleep with me. The document in front of me
mentioned nothing about sexual favors – though I had assumed that would
naturally be the outcome sooner or later, and that she would initiate it. This
changed things. But those damn thighs and that damn skirt and most importantly,
that goddamn restraint of hers.

“That’s not what I was going to propose,” I said,
making the decision to go forward with the plan. “But glad to know you hold me
to such excellent standards.”

That got a laugh out of her. “What? You’re really
going to sit there and act surprised that that’s what I assumed after
relentlessly hitting on me? Even the note on your bouquet said you were
counting down the days until you supposedly convinced me to sleep with you.”

“That is not inaccurate.” Why was she so bold? It
was endearing and it pissed me off. “But hitting on you and paying you to get
naked are two completely different things, I would say.”

I leaned back in my chair with confidence.

“Are they to you?” She looked genuinely surprised.

“You’re really flattering me here with your
allegations to my character.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to do that. But you do have
quite the reputation.”

“Huh.” I raised my eyebrows. “Tell me about this
reputation that I have.”

“Well, the three tellers that were let go last
month, all of them had this thing in common, you see,” she winked. The girl
actually had the nerve to wink at me. “Well they had two things in common
actually. An apparently mind-blowing night with you, and the ability to tell
tales about it.”

“This is different, Aria.”

“I’m sure they all thought so too,” she snapped.

“I never made the proposition that I am going to
make to you. Never had to, really. Trust me when I say that this really, truly
is different.”

“Yeah, cause you’re like in love with me because of
the conversations I have with our customers regarding my future as your wife.”
She was laughing hysterically now.

She used the word love. That was a trigger.

“Look, Aria, I don’t want to mislead you. I don’t do
relationships or romance or any of that bullshit. This is honestly 100 percent
about me wanting to take your clothes off and have my fucking way with you.”

Her face erupted into flames and I could swear I saw
her shiver as she started to speak. “I-”

“No, let me finish,” I stopped her. “There is no
question that I want your body and hope that you will willingly give that to me
at some point. But I am not offering to buy your body. Even I am not that much
of a scumbag, despite this reputation I seem to have accumulated around here. I
don’t need to buy your body when there is plenty of ass that I could get with
the snap of my fingers.”

“Then what are you offering?” She looked utterly
confused.

“I am offering to buy your time.”

“What?” She looked like I had just said that I was
flying out to Mars tomorrow.

I moved the rose to the side and handed her a copy
of the document I had drafted.

“This is my offer: I will pay off your mother’s
hospital bills in six installments, one for every month you spend dating me.”

Her mouth was open. “What do you mean dating you?”

“What the hell do you think it means? A guy and a
girl dress up and go places together. Dinners, movies, parties, whatever they
like. At the end of the night there is usually some kissing and usually
something more.”

She rolled her eyes. Damn. She was ballsy with her
own boss. “Thanks for the pop-culture lesson, but I am aware of how dating
works. I may have even experienced it in practice here and there.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her acting feisty.

“Then does that sound like something you’re
interested in?” Things were starting to look positive on that front.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

What? Fuck no. Why would there be a legal document
in your hand if that was what I was asking? I thought she was smarter than
that.

“Not exactly,” I said with caution. My next words
would make or break the deal. “I am asking you to go on dates with me whenever
I ask and spend time with me on my schedule for the next six months. You know
what I wish to accomplish in that time, but that is not a requirement in this
deal. If at no point in those six months you feel like you want to sleep with
me, then hey, I tried, and we part ways. If you do, then I get what I wanted.
In either case you get what you need, which is money to pay for your mother’s
surgery. It’s a win-win for you any way you look at it, but quite the risk for
me because there is no guarantee that I will get what I want. A risk I am
willing to take.”

I also needed a date for upcoming events I had to
attend to keep the businessman’s wives occupied while I tried to secure
important deals. She didn’t need to know that. She looked at me and the document
back and forth a few times, her mouth agape. She finally burst out laughing.

“You’re joking. Is it April first?” She looked
behind her as though expecting to find an answer there. “Are there cameras
around here? I’m being pranked.”

“No, you’re being fucking ridiculous,” I said,
slamming my fist on the desk.

“But- but this is too damn easy to be true! You’re
saying you will pay 60,000 dollars for me to get pretty and go out on dates
with you, with no obligation for me to provide any sexual favors.” She scanned
the documents again. “I mean, there has to be a loophole somewhere. Some clause
where it says I have to let you tie me up in a dungeon and-”

“Seriously, Aria, a little respect would be nice.
You have already made it clear what you think of me, and you’re not that far
off, but there is no need to constantly stab me with your scathing opinions.
I’m still your boss.”
 

“I’ll have to have my lawyer take a look at this,”
she said laughing. I was not amused. “See, that’s funny, because I don’t have a
lawyer. Us regular people in regular people land don’t have lawyers or butlers
or-”

“Do you want me to hire you a counsel before you
sign anything?”

She rolled her eyes. “Humor, Mr. Sinclair.”

“Zayden. There is a clause in there about calling me
that,” I said, pointing to the contract.

Her laughs got hysterical. “There is a clause? So
what, if I don’t call you by your first name you take money off my contract?”

I furrowed my brows. “I wouldn’t do that. But I’d
like it if you called me Zayden.”

“Only if you add a clause that says you need to work
on your sense of humor.”

“Yeah, we can make that work.” Her eyes were
twinkling. “Oh. You are being facetious. Very meta.”

I laughed and then I realized that she was agreeing
to the contract.

“So you are accepting!” A kind of excitement I
hadn’t experienced in a long time started to bubble up.

“I have two conditions.” My lips started twitching
again but she added: “Real ones.”

“Oh. Go on.”

“First, the money will be a loan, not a gift. I
don’t feel comfortable taking your money just for spending time with you.” She
noticed my smirk and added, “I guarantee you this won’t end in me sleeping with
you, so you are not going to get what you want. It’s not fair on you, in any
case.”

“We will see about that,” I said, the smirk still on
my face.

“We won’t. I already know the outcome of this
Zayden.” She was at least calling me by my name already. “Hypothetically,
though, if I were to sleep with you, I would be especially uncomfortable taking
money from you. That would kind of make me a prostitute.”

“I never intended to make you feel like-”

“It doesn’t matter, since I will not actually be
sleeping with you. It’s a loan, which I will pay you back in monthly
installments, with a 10% interest after I graduate from college.”

Her words combined with the fiercely confident look
on her face made her all the more attractive. “I refuse to take interest, but
sure, if it makes you feel better about the whole thing, after you have spent a
few years working a real job you can start paying me back. I won’t hold you to
it though. I have plenty of money.”

“You will have to, it will be in the contract. And
5%, starting a month after I graduate.”

“Zero percent interest, but you can start the
payments six months after graduation. And I’ll put it in the contract. Final
offer.”

She sighed. “Okay, fine.”

“What’s your other clause?”

She opened her mouth and closed it a few times, as
though unsure if she should speak her next words. “You cannot be physically
involved with any other woman during these six months.”

Wait, what?

“That’s fucking ridiculous. I don’t think I can do
that. Especially since you keep stressing on just how much I am not going to be
sleeping with you either.”

She shrugged. “If we are going to be dating, in
public, I cannot be okay with the idea of you going home at the end of a date
to entertain some other woman while thinking of me the whole time.”