Captive (Billionaire's Blood Slave 1) (The Billionaire's Blood Slave) by Rosa Steel Read Free Book Online Page A

foreground, a beautifully detailed lion stared out at her, with one paw resting on the body of a felled doe.
    Her hand jerked, and Alice couldn’t help gasping as the door jolted open. She was staring directly at his face, into eyes as black as death. Gabriel Knight smiled at her.
    “You must be the young prodigy, Miss Doherty.” He paused, taking a second to absorb her. Alice could only freeze under that black gaze, like a rabbit under a hawk’s shadow.
    “Come in,” he said, at last, and turned away abruptly, striding away into his. His voice was a dark rasp, emotionless. “Sit,” he waved vaguely.
    Just looking at him was making her unbearably nervous. He was just as gorgeous as he’d looked in the photos, with neatly trimmed black hair framing a sharply angled face. He wore an immaculate suit that had probably cost more than her car, a fabric so rich and dark it seemed to suck the light out of the air. He was tall too, which hadn’t been so obvious from the photos. His every move was quick and deliberate, imbued with predatory grace. Watching him she felt like she had watching the tiger at the zoo as a child. Only now, there was no glass to protect her.
    Alice sat, opposite his desk in the hard modern chair he’d indicated. She was glad to be off her feet, actually – the shoes weren’t made for walking. Too late she realised she hadn’t said anything yet, and blushed furiously. I should have shaken his hand! But now she was sitting, as ordered, and he was pacing behind his desk, a dark silhouette against another huge window.
    “Pleased to meet you, sir.” She stammered, “Really, I’m very glad for the chance to -”
    “Yes, I imagine you are.” He turned to face her, eyes narrowed. Suddenly her heart was pounding.
    For a long moment he watched her, before smiling slightly. “You blush a lot, for a business major.”
    “I’m pale,” she blurted, lamely.
    “That's nothing to brag about. Don’t you ever leave the house?” He was fiddling with his cuff, straightening the fold microscopically. A vague smile floated on his lips.
    “Of course not,” The fear was burning away in her rising temper. “I got that Yale degree sitting on my butt eating Cheetos and watching Friendship is Magic.”
    Those black eyes fixed on her, and he laughed, sharply. Alice flinched.
    “Come here.” He ordered, and something in his voice made her obey, approaching hesitantly until she stood an arm length from him behind the desk. This close, his beauty was even more incredible for how little it changed. His skin was flawless, glowing in the dim light. He was just as pale as her, she realised – paler. Set in that cool, beautiful face his eyes were two pools of infinite shadow.
    “How far would you go for this job?” Knight asked, quietly, smiling. His eyes wandered, down her face to the exposed sliver of breast at the neck of her blouse. His tone was teasing, but there was a black note in his voice that frightened her.
    “Not… as far as you’re insinuating. Look, Mr. Knight, it was good to meet you but I think I’ll just see myself out –“
    His hands shot out as he stepped close to her, catching her arms. Now he was so close , close enough that she felt his breath on her face. She could barely meet those liquid dark eyes when she looked up at him. His gaze burned into her.
    “Don’t go.” His hands slid warm down her arms, then back around her waist. “Excuse my little jokes, Miss Doherty. The job would have been yours anyway. You’re the most qualified applicant.” His breath caught, his lips parted slightly as he watched her. The perfect arcs of his brows draw down. “The resume doesn’t say that you blush like that.”
    The hands crept slowly, easily down her back, while Alice shivered, an objection frozen on her lips. What’s wrong with me? She knew she should be disgusted, but instead a flush of desire filled her, and the heat only grew stronger as he drew closer, exploring her back with