I didn’t argue with him because I didn’t want to be alone. “I have to call Jordyn and let her know that I won’t be in tomorrow,” I said as we walked across the grass.
“I already talked to her and I told her you won’t be in the rest of the week.”
“Ian, why the hell would you do that? I’m going to get fired.”
The corners of his mouth curved up as he looked at me. “No, you’re not. You’re going to quit. But that’s something we’ll talk about when we get back to my place.”
Chapter 12
I was soaking in the luxurious tub that I’d grown to love since I first came to Ian’s house. As I was taking in the lavender-scented bubbles, there was a light knock on the door.
“Rory, can I come in?”
“Ian, I’m taking a bath. No!”
“I’m assuming you’re covered in bubbles and, anyway, we’ve done things and I’ve seen you, so there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Oh my God, he did this every time I was taking a bath. Why couldn’t he ever wait until I was done? I scooted myself down so I was fully covered up to my neck in bubbles.
“Come in.”
He opened the door and gave me that cocky smile. “I want to talk to you,” he said as he took a seat on the toilet.
“It can’t wait until I’m out of the tub?”
“No. You know I’m an impatient man. So when I want to talk, I want to talk now, no matter the circumstances.”
I just looked at him and shook my head. “What do you want to talk about?”
“You quitting your job and coming to work for me as my assistant.”
Where the hell did that come from? “Why would you do that?” I asked in confusion.
“Because I think you’d make a good assistant and I need one. My other assistant just quit. You’d be working here, from the house. I will pay you very well in salary, medical benefits, and vacation time. You’ll find that I’m a very generous man.” He smiled.
I glared at him, trying to figure out what his plan was. “Listen, Rory, you can’t work in a coffee house the rest of your life, and I’m offering you one hell of a deal. Now, sit up and I’ll wash your back for you.”
“No! I’m fine.”
Ian sighed. “Rory, I’ve fondled your br**sts. I’ve had my fingers inside you and I gave you an amazing orgasm. You don’t need to hide from me and there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Ugh, he was right, but for some reason, I still didn’t want him to see me. I slowly sat all the way up and brought my knees to my chest.
“That’s a good girl,” he said as he took the sponge from the hook and the shower gel from the shelf.
He started rubbing my back in a soft, circular motion. I closed my eyes because that ache was back. The ache that begged for his touch.
“I would just need you to do some paperwork for me. You know how to use a computer. Can you type?” he asked.
“Yes, I can type.”
“Good. I’ll need you to type up some contracts, run some errands, handle some appointments, and there may be the need for you to travel with me sometimes.”
Why did I have a feeling this was going to involve more than just office work? I needed the money, and I definitely needed the medical benefits. “How much do you pay your assistants?” I asked casually.
“I would pay you $2,000 a week.”
I gasped. “What?!” I exclaimed.
Ian chuckled as he continued across my shoulders. “This is Malibu, Rory.”
I was lucky if I made that in three months. Two thousand dollars a week was like gold to me. That was a ridiculous amount to pay someone with no experience.
“So, let me get this straight. You’re going to pay me $2,000 a week to be your assistant, with no experience?”
Ian leaned in closer and lightly began kissing my neck. “You have some experience, so I don’t mind, and when I get done training you, you’ll have more experience than you’ll know what to do with,” he whispered.
“So, sex is required as part of the job?”
I could feel his teeth lightly scrape against my skin as he smiled. “No, there’s no sex involved. It’s purely business. Sex is for after business hours.”
He was killing me, as every nerve in my body was on alert. The tingling sensation, the ache, his touch; all were sending me right over the edge. Ian stopped washing my back and looked at me. He positioned himself so he was in front of me. He held up the sponge and, with a smile, he said, “Put your knees down so I can wash the front of you.”
“The deal was my back, Ian.”
“Put your knees down,” he said in an authoritative voice. “Please.” He smiled.
I slowly put my knees down into the water and sat there with my br**sts fully exposed to him. He looked at them and then at me with a seductive look in his eye. He took the shower gel and poured some more onto the sponge. I took in a sharp breath when he began stroking my br**sts with it.
“Relax and enjoy it, Rory.”
I turned my head and looked at the marble wall. I wanted to look at him, but I couldn’t. He took his other hand and, with the slightest touch of his finger on my chin, he turned my head so I was staring at him. He leaned in and softly brushed his lips against mine. His kiss was light, seductive, and I wanted to come right on the spot. I was so turned on that I wanted to pull him into the bathtub. He smiled as he licked my bottom lip and put the sponge down. He got up and grabbed the large towel that was sitting on the counter. Opening it up, he held it in front of me and told me to get out.
“Just hand me the towel, Ian.”
“No. Now, get out of the tub.”
“No, I won’t. You give me the towel and leave.”
“Rory, I’ll tell you one last time to get out of the tub. You’re being absolutely ridiculous. Now do as I ask!” he commanded in a sharp tone.
I wasn’t liking his attitude and I didn’t appreciate him taking that tone with me. He kind of scared me when he spoke like that. I sighed as I stood up and stepped out of the tub. He walked over to me and wrapped the towel around me, holding it tightly around my body. He pulled me into him as he wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his erection.
“Do you feel how hard you got me? I hate letting this hard-on go to waste and I know you want it inside you. Have you made your decision yet?”
He had me in his hold. His whispering voice and hot breath in my ear hypnotized me.