A Tempting Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #1)

by Jessa Wilder

“You know, this whole desperate stalker thing is a good look for you.”

Alarm bells ring in my head as I take in the strange sight. “What are you doing here?”

“Mr. Everette has requested that I remain your driver for the foreseeable future.” “What?”

“Not happening,” I say without looking up. “You can tell your boss thank you, but I’m not interested.”

“Understandable, Miss Hart. It would be a great favor to me if you let me drive you until you can speak of this with Mr. Everette himself.”

this once.”

“Of course, miss.”

“No inconvenience at all. It’s an honor to drive someone so important to Mr. Everette.”

Ever since Matthias installed the cameras in Misty’s apartment, I’ve been addicted to watching her. She floats around her apartment this morning, captivating me until I can’t look away. I cuss out Matthias for a good five minutes because of my inability to zoom in. It damn near kills me when she steps out of her washroom in just a small pink towel, her skin flushed from her shower. My hand’s already fisting my cock, and I know I’d be late, but I’m too entranced to give a single fuck, letting all my carefully laid plans go to shit.

She bites into her toast, and jam spills over her lip, dribbling on her chin. I tighten my fist over my tip, the precum lubricating my thrusts, and groan when her tongue slides out to swipe off the excess jelly with a pure blissed-out look on her face. I stroke myself harder, picturing her on her knees looking at me that way,

licking my release from her mouth. My dick jerks, coating my hand with my cum. Fuck me. Just watching her got me off.

I’ll have to give Nicholas an even bigger bonus this year. A hundred grand should suffice, but I’d give him more if he keeps my future wife safe.

Where is she?

You know I don’t have a tracker on her.

Good idea.

Fuck man, that wasn’t a suggestion.

😂😂

She’s at the Bruins facility. Check security for what floor.

Gym floor. You’re not going to be happy.

he doesn’t back off, I’m going to claim her right here, then marvel at how sexy she is when she’s pissed.

A primal part of me is screaming to do just that. To press her against the counter and make her moan for me. Show her she wants me just as badly because I know she does. I can see it in the way her breath catches and her pupils dilate whenever I’m near her.

she glances at me, a smirk curving her lips. Fuck. My teeth grind together as she gives him her number. She’s going to pay for that.

“Who here is Miss Hart’s supervisor?”

“What did she do?”

“From now on, Miss Hart will report directly to me as my personal PR representative. I want her removed from all current projects and focused solely on me.” “She…she’s got quite the workload currently. Can I offer you a different employee?”

“Did I ask for your opinion? Miss. Hart. Now.”

My heart pounds in my chest, heat flooding my lower abdomen when he runs his thumb over his bottom lip. I can feel the ghost of his touch from that night in the conference room, and I shiver at the memory of his taste. Damon’s mouth tugs up in a dangerous smirk. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

I shouldn’t be doing this. He’s my boss…he’s more than my boss. He owns the company. The company I depend on to be able to stay here. The company where my contract is already almost up. But he’s just so infuriating I can’t stop myself.

his crisp black shirt pulls when he leans back, revealing muscles you wouldn’t expect on someone who works in an office setting. He watches me with stormy gray eyes, a slight curve tipping up his lip. He looks entirely too satisfied with everything that’s happening.

“As my personal PR representative, I expect your complete attention. I may call on you at any time. Nicholas will be your personal driver, and I expect you to use this service wherever you go.” “Why would I do that?” “Because you want this job, and I’m the boss.” “I already have a job.”

have a lot of important things I’m working on.”

“Help you with what?”

I need a wife. And you’re the only person to make that happen.”

If you fail to provide the requested prerequisite, your H-1B visa will be revoked. Please see attachment for more information. Sincerely, Joseph Cole Sr. Administration U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Service

Revoke. Revoke. Revoke.

“Yes?” she asks, not bothering to look up from her laptop. I cut to the chase, no use wasting either of our time. “There was an issue with the paperwork you filled out for me for my visa renewal. They’re asking for it again.”

“As you know, I’m no longer your boss. You’ll have to put this request to Mr. Everette.” Shit. “It’s just resubmitting it. You must still have the file. I can give it a quick look over.” I’m practically begging by the time she cuts me off.

“There’s nothing I can do. You’ll have to speak with your new boss.” She gives me a vicious smile. “I’m sure you’ll have no trouble sorting that out.”

Looks like she snuck out, better call Nicholas. He’s going to lose his shit when he realizes he’s lost her.

Relax. She’s at Elysium. I’m looking at her right now.

You better hurry though.

Stop fucking around and tell me. Instead of replying, an image pops up on the screen. Blood

Me: I’ll be there in ten.

You live twenty minutes away.

You better hurry or someone’s going to fuck your girl.

Do you have a death wish?

Sometimes.

She’s MINE.

Damon drops his mouth to my ear, his breath fanning over me. “Eyes up here, Nymph.”

“How did you get here?” “Uber.” Hic. “Snuck out the side exit.” Hic. “Please don’t blame Nicholas.”

“Fuck,” under his breath. “We’re going.”