Whether he was Mr. Thorne or not, he was toying with me, and I didn’t like it one bit.
“Lexie, don’t be a spoilsport,” he said as he pulled on the jeans. I realized I’d not seen any jeans like those in the walk-in closet.
I said, “I’m just another conquest to you, aren’t I? Just another big stakes business deal. Only I’m not a business deal. I have feelings and emotions, you know. I’m a person.”
He raised his eyebrows and took a step back, both hands in the air.
“I get it, I get it,” he said. “Oh, but I just remembered something.” He pointed to his penis, which was already hardening again, resisting his efforts to do up his jeans. “You said you’d kiss it better.”
I crossed my arms. I could definitely go for round two, and getting angry at him had only worked up my passion.
“Not until you tell me who you really are,” I said.
He reached for my shoulder, but I pulled away. He said, “I think you know who I am, Lexie.”
“Luthor Thorne,” I said. The name did seem familiar. It had been one of the names I’d been able to find on the computer two nights before.
He took a little bow as he fastened his jeans over his bulge. “At your service. Grace has tried to keep women like you away from me, but I think we both outwitted her.”
“Now what?”
“Perhaps a shower,” he said, nodding at the door that led to the attached bathroom with the enormous walk-in shower and steam nozzles.
“And then what?”
“I have a few ideas. You’re some sort of consultant, right?”
“I’m a certified professional organizer.” It felt very odd to say this while standing naked in front of a man, my legs clutched together to keep his juices from getting on the luxurious sisal carpet.
“I could use another professional on my staff,” he said.
“As an organizer?”
“Something like that,” he said.
THE END OF STORY 1
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