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  You cannot enter the room without my feeling all over me a ripple of flame. — Michael.

  Wow! How did he know my favorite book was "Love Letters?

  ****

  I waited outside Panera for Jeff to arrive. We walked in together, ordered our food and sat in a booth near the back of the restaurant.

  “You should come away with me this weekend,” he declared, while blowing on his hot coffee and staring at me over the mug.

  “Go away to where?” Is he serious?

  “I don’t know… We could just drive up the coast to a bed and breakfast or something.” Before I could respond, I heard the clerk call Jeff’s name indicating our order was ready. He got up to get it.

  Shit! Shit! Shit! What am I going to do? I can’t tell him about the mind-blowing sex with Michael. And, where was that going anyway? I’m sure he’s just in it for the sex. Maybe I should go away with Jeff? He returned to the table with our order. “So, what do you think?” He looked at me as if I was lucky just to be asked. What an arrogant prick.

  “Can I let you know for sure tomorrow? I have to speak with my brother. He’s supposed to come into town this weekend.” He looked at me, shocked that I didn’t immediately accept his invitation. What an ass. We finished our lunches with light conversation then stood to leave. Jeff grabbed my hand—for the first time ever—and led me outside. He leaned in to kiss me, as he had a dozen times before. However, this time was different; the slight flutter of butterflies that used to be present was suddenly absent. The flame of passion that I had felt with Mr. Straus was also missing. Jeff didn’t seem to notice, as he worked his tongue in my mouth. Awkward. He finally stopped.

  “Let me know about this weekend,” he whispered. I got in my car and pulled away.

  ****

  “What the hell am I going to do?” I asked my sister over the phone later that evening. “You slept with him right there in the clinic? Who are you? Rwaaarrr!” We shared a laugh.

  “Seriously, Lilly, do you think I should go away with Jeff this weekend?” I asked.

  “Has Mr. Super-Sex given you any reason to think you’ll see him again?”

  “No, but he did leave a note on my car.”

  “Then I would say go with Jeff. He’s a good guy.”

  ****

  I spent the rest of the evening sitting in front of the TV snuggling with Pumpkin and watching the movie Bridesmaids. Pumpkin and I shared a bag of popcorn and I had some cheap Riesling. I jumped when I heard a sudden knock on the door. I looked out to see my neighbor waving at me from behind the glass. I opened the door.

  “Mrs. Johnson! Hi. How are you?” She held up a box.

  “Hello dear. A messenger accidentally dropped this off at my house, but it’s for you.” I took the box from her hands and set it on the floor.

  “Thank you, Mrs. Johnson.” I shut the door, picked up the box and brought it into the kitchen. Opening the box, I saw it contained a pair of shoes and a note nestled inside. I pulled one of the shoes out of the box—a nude-colored, velvet platform stiletto. Gorgeous. The note read:

  Ms. Saul, I saw these and thought of you in them… and nothing more — Michael

  Holy shit! They're from him! But, how did he know I’m a size 8?

  Four

  I arrived at work early the next morning to find my manager standing at the nurse’s station. “Trisha, Mr. Strauss is requesting your presence in his office. I have arranged for someone to cover your shift,” she said, giving nothing away.

  Shit! Shit! Shit! “Um...ok.” I turned and headed back to my car thinking I’m surely getting fired. I arrived at Strauss Medical headquarters approximately an hour later. I had been there only once before. I pulled into the parking garage of the massive enterprise and parked my car. I continued to worry about what I would do if I lost my job, as I enter the elevator and pushed the button for the top floor. I stepped off the elevator and was immediately escorted to the office of Mr. Strauss. The assistant opened the door to a large space and I walked in to see Mr. Strauss staring out the window. He was barking at someone on the phone. The assistant motioned for me to take a seat in front of his desk and then left.

  Michael’s office was simply stunning. Centered in the room along the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the ocean, there stood a large mahogany desk that likely cost more than all of my furniture combined. In the corner sat an oversized white plush sectional. The office also had an extravagant kitchenette and an adjoining executive lounge-style bar. Michael finished his conversation and set his phone down on his desk. He looked at me with an engaged masculine glance and I blushed.

  “How are you this morning, Ms. Saul?” God he’s so sexy. I want to eat him alive.

  “I’m…um...fine.” My mouth went dry and I could barely speak.

  “Do you know why I called you here today?” He had a malicious grin on his face and I knew he was up to something.

  “To fire me?” He laughed loudly and smiled.

  “On the contrary, Ms. Saul. I have a proposition for you.” He opened his office drawer, and pulled out an iPad. A few clicks later he handed the tablet to me. “Have you seen this newspaper article?” I looked at the screen and recognized it as the one I had read a week before.

  “Yes, this article was in the clinic newsletter. It’s about the expansion of Strauss Medical.” I handed his tablet back to him.

  “Yes, we are expanding to the Hawaiian Islands, and I’m going to need a liaison to advise me—medically. I looked over your records—both from the clinic and nursing school—I’d like that person to be you.”

  My mouth dropped open at the thought of being in Hawaii with this beautiful man. Images of sex on the beach flashed in my mind. My skin sizzled. Stop it! I mentally slapped myself. “I don’t know what good I’ll be to you. I’m simply a nurse.”

  His grin grew wider and he raised his eyebrows. “Well, Ms. Saul, that’s where things could become interesting. I wanted you there for more than just business.” He stalked around the desk, grabbed a pillow from the couch and lifted me to my feet. “Get on your knees, Ms. Saul.” He dropped the pillow at his feet. He was speaking in his male dominant voice, the one that screamed sex. I did as he asked. What is this control he has over me? “Good, good, now undo my pants.” He waited for me to respond.

  “Yes, sir.” I unbuttoned his slacks and his cock sprang free. I took him in my mouth. Hmmm… He slid across my tongue. He tasted amazing—manly, salty and sweet, all at once. I increased the rate at which I stroked and sucked, paying careful attention to increase the suction near his sensitive tip. He groaned loudly as I persisted. I caressed his heavy scrotum as it tightened.

  “Oh baby, I’m gonna lose it…” I swallowed all of his succulent juices as he moaned. He collected himself after a few moments then brought me to my feet. “That is a very admirable skill, Ms. Saul; a useful skill for this position.” I smiled at him and raised my eyebrows.

  “I’m glad you liked it. Is this part of the job description?” He laughed as he moved to the other side of the room and found a bottle of water. He handed it to me and I took a long swig.

  “Indeed, it is, Ms. Saul.” Holy shit! Is he serious? “You will need to sign a non-disclosure agreement and agree to the salary.” He tapped on his computer and I heard something printing from below the desk. He pulled the document from the printer and handed it to me. “This just explains that you are not to talk about anything that goes on between us or the company.” I took the document and looked it over.

  “This seems to be pretty straight-forward,” I said, signing the document.

  “Very good. Now we can move to the offer.” Another document printed. “This document outlines the expectations I have for you as my medical liaison” He handed me the document and I took it. I read over the basic information about travel and where I would stay on the islands.

  “It says here that I’ll be staying in your condo. Will you be staying there as well?” I inquired.

  “
Yes, we’ll be staying together.”

  I reached the salary portion of the document and almost fainted. “$150,000 a year plus all expenses paid?” He looked up from his computer and nodded. Astonishment spread across my face when I turned the document over to read the other side. Written:

  Contract of Limited Servitude?

  Don’t miss the next installment of Michael and Trisha’s story:

  All She Craved - The Agreement

  About The Author

  My name is Cami Stark. I’m a wife and mother with a very creative imagination. I have always enjoyed storytelling and character development. Creative writing became a career when I decided I had too many stories in my head to ignore. I haven’t quit my “day job” just yet; but, I hope to soon. My dream job is to be to a writer full-time. When I’m not writing, I enjoy spending time in the North Woods, swimming, boating and hanging out with friends. This new venture is bound to be a wild ride and I’m honored that you will be there with me. I feel that romance readers and writers are very passionate and I cannot wait to meet you all!

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  All She Craved

  Written by: Cami Stark

  Copyright 2012.

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