The Final Seduction (The Billionaire's Way) Book 3 by C.T. Sloan Read Free Book Online Page A

to finger me. I lie back onto the table and moan like a virgin. Fuck. He is so nice with his hands. He stares at my face as I begin to pant. I grab each end of the table and scream my approval.
     
    As Mr. Peak fingers me, he chokes me with his other hand. “You don’t know how to pick up your phone, Sarah?”
     
    “I’m sorry, Mr. Peak,” I say as my boss fingers me so nice and fast that I cum like a teen on prom night.
     
    Mr. Peak slides his fingers from my underwear and pushes me off of the table. I fall to the ground in a puddle of ecstasy. My boss strolls over to his personal bar and takes a celebratory drink of Chardonnay. I crawl across the room and beg Mr. Peak for a drink. He lifts me up and hands me a glass. “Thank you, Sir,” I tell my boss as I take a cool sip of the white wine.
     
    “So do you enjoy being famous?” my boss asks me.
    I smile a little and can’t help be honest. “I do indeed love it, Sir.”
     
    “There is a lot of upside - money, adoration, attention, approval from the masses,” my boss explains.
     
    “Yes, a lot of upside, Mr. Peak,” I concur as I take another sip of the wine.
     
    My boss walks up to his desk, grabs a large white envelope and tosses it in my direction. I drop the wine glass as the envelope hits me in the chest. “Welcome to the downside of fame, Sarah,” Mr. Peak says as the envelope lands at my feet.
     
    I look at the envelope. What the hell can be in there? What downside is waiting for me? I don’t want to pick up that envelope. I don’t want to know that my great life can be shattered. Everything is too perfect right now.
     
    As much as I don’t want to know the downside, I must always obey my boss. I bend over and pick up the envelope. I open it. Inside are large 8 x 11 photos of me walking around New York City. There are more photos of me back in L.A. before I worked at the Peak Fund. I start to get scared. I look inside the envelope and find more of photos of me as a teenager in Thousand Oaks, California. Good God. What the fuck is all this?!
     
    I look back into the envelope and find papers that describe everything about me. They have my address at Venice Beach. There are records of my previous jobs at the Coffee Bean and Burger King. It’s very disconcerting to find your entire life in one envelope.
     
    “You are being tracked,” Mr. Peak says bluntly.
     
    “By who, Sir?”
     
    “I don’t know. This envelope came to me from a mercenary whom I’ve hired in the past. The packet was left at his home in Costa Rica,” my boss says as he walks up to me and takes the envelope. “You only contact a man like that if you want someone kidnapped or killed. Someone wanted him to kidnap you. Right now, I currently have people looking into the matter. For the moment, however, we don’t know who exactly is coming after you.”
     
    My legs get weak. I have to grab onto the bar just to prevent myself from crumbling to the ground. “My guess is that someone wants to use you to get to me. I am bringing in hundreds of millions of dollar a month, in oil revenue, from Odostan. You would be the perfect target for a ransom,” my boss says as those words just hang there in the air.
     
    “What should I do?” I ask.
     
    Mr. Peak looks at me for a long moment. Then he lays down the options. “There is an easy solution and a not-so-easy solution. The easy solution is to withdraw you from public life - no more social parties, no more public events. You would be my secret plaything kept under lock and key, surrounded by a staff of ex-Special Forces soldiers who would ensure your protection. The not-so-easy solution is to, well, keep you out there and draw out the enemy. You would seduce the enemy and then turn the tables on them.”
     
    My first thought is that I could never give up the fame that has come along with the fortune. My second thought is that I could be killed. It takes me a moment to weight both options. Then I look into my boss’s eyes.