Everything He Demands

Everything He Demands

(Bookkeeper for the Billionaire, #3)

Thalia Frost

Copyright: Thalia Frost, September 2012.

All rights reserved as per copyright law.

Cover Art: Sexybooks.com

Editor: Em Petrova

“
That
wasn't
so
bad.
”
I
walked
out
of
the
airport
with
Rock
into
a
steaming
heat.

“
Welcome
to
Venice
in
July.
”

“
Wow.
It's
a
lot
hotter
and
muggier
than
California
this
time
of
year.
”
I
pushed
my
hair
back
from
my
forehead.
A
sleek
limousine
rolled
up
at
that
moment.

“
Here's
our
ride.
After
you,
Ms.
Pate.
”
Rock
winked
at
me,
sending
heat
to
my
toes
as
he
guided
me
toward
the
limo,
a
hand
at
the
small
of
my
back.
A
porter
had
our
bags
and
stowed
them.

“
Mr.
Weldon.
I
trust
your
trip
was
pleasant.
”
The
heavily
accented
driver
came
around
and
opened
the
door
for
us.

“
Spectacular.
But
I'm
starving,
Luigi.
Could
you
take
us
to
Gino's?
Are
you
hungry?
” h
e
asked
me.

“
Famished.
I
hardly
ate
on
the
plane.
”

I'd
been
too
occupied
with...other
things.

“
And
Luigi,
this
is
Ms.
Pate.
She's
my
new
bookkeeper.
”

Luigi
nodded
respectfully.
“
Pleased
to
meet
you.
Welcome
to
Venezia,
m
iss.
”

“
Thank
you.
”

Luigi
closed
the
door
gently.
A
moment
later,
we
pulled
out
into
mild
traffic.

“
Wow.
I
had
no
idea
what
to
expect.
I
thought
there'd
be
more
people.
”

Rock
shrugged,
leaning
against
the
window,
staring
out.
“
More
than
usual
since
it's
summer
but
Venice
is
nice
and
quiet.
That's
part
of
its
charm.
”

I
smiled
at
him.
The
look
of
worry
had
settled
back
over
his
features.
“
It's
going
to
be
okay,
Rock.
”

He
pursed
his
lips.
“
I
don't
know
about
that.
And
call
me
Mr.
Weldon
for
tonight...until
all
hell
breaks
loose
with
the
announcement
of
our,
”
he
paused
for
emphasis,
“
engagement.
”

Heat
rose
in
my
cheeks.
“
Of
course.
”

The
familiarity
I'd
enjoyed
with
him
on
the
plane
had
evaporated
upon
our
arrival.
Is
this
really
all
he
wants
from
me
—
a
faux
fianc
ée
and
someone
to
do
the
books?

I
took
a
deep
breath,
resigning
myself
to
the
gorgeous
view
out
the
window.
The
afternoon
sun
blazed,
and
people
walked
the
streets,
haunting
lovely
shops.
Perhaps
I'd
get
a
chance
to
see
some
of
them
myself
while
I
was
here.

Rock's
hand
on
my
thigh
brought
me
back
to
myself.
“
At
least
there
were
no
paparazzi
at
the
airport.
They're
not
so
bad
here,
but
they'll
spot
us
soon
enough.
”
He
grimaced.
“
I
have
a
nice,
private
room
at
the
restaurant,
though,
as
usual.
”

“
Oh.
”
The
thought
took
my
breath
away.
Wine,
pasta...and
Rock
were
on
the
menu,
maybe.

His
hand
slid
up
my
dress
farther,
and
heat
pooled
between
my
legs.
“
We're
almost
there.
Pity.
”

He
pressed
a
button.
“
Luigi,
please
drive
around
the
block
a
couple
times.
Ms.
Pate
and
I
would
like
to
take
in
the
sights.
”

“
Of
course,
sir.
”

My
breath
caught.
Did
this
man
ever
get
enough?
I
knew
I
didn't,
not
of
him.

“
We're
passing
the
Piazza
de
San
Marco.
We'll
see
it
tomorrow
if
you'd
like.
”

I
nodded,
my
pulse
hammering
as
street
lights
reflected
in
his
dark
eyes.
“
I'd
like
that.
”

“
There's
no
place
like
Venice.
I
love
the
history
here
and
the
way
the
city
smells...and
its
romance.
”
His
voice
was
a
seductive
whisper
now,
and
I
broke
into
chill
bumps.

The
limo
rolled
to
a
stop
a
moment
later.
Luigi
came
around
and
let
me
out.
Rock
took
my
arm
after
he'd
climbed
out
as
well.
“
Here's
Gino's.
Best
food
in
Venice,
or
close
to
it.
”
The
melancholy
music
of
a
violin
floated
down
the
street
toward
them,
and
for
a
moment,
a
pang
of
longing
for
home
ripped
through
me.