Weak for Him (5 page)

Abbie and I said our goodbyes, she
promised to come visit around Christmas, and told me to keep my
options open, but not to do anything stupid. Always the scandalous
girl, that one.

I couldn't keep my mind from Mr.
Felton. The way the Gucci suit hugged his body in all the right
places and how his velvety voice dropped low, but seemed to ring in
my ears. The man was fucking intoxicating to the bone and I hated
him for putting a spell on me. I didn't believe in love at first
sight, but lust, yes, I was a firm believer of lust at first sight.
That asshole.

But as I rode up the golden
elevator, I could feel the ache between my legs.

What. The. Living.
Fuck?

How could someone so rude,
condescending, and assholish have this effect on me? Was assholish
even a word? He even clouded my mind to the point of making up
stupid words.

I sat on the edge of the bed and
thought it over for an hour. Then I undressed down to nakedness and
studied myself in the mirror. I could admit that I was a sweet lay,
but really? Could I sell my virginity?

Before I turned out the light, I
texted Mr. Finnley Felton one word.

Yes.

There was no response.

Six

T
he next day, bangs on my
door woke me from a restless sleep. I grabbed the robe and wrapped
it around my body. Seriously, sleeping nude was my new favorite
thing.

More knocks pounded on the
door
.

God, what time was it?

The sun hadn't risen, so 6:00
a.m.? Maybe 7:00 a.m.?

Through the peephole, I saw
Charlie, Mr. Felton's driver, standing with a garment bag in his
hands. Before he could knock again, I swung open the door. His fist
was suspended in the air.

"Good morning, Charlie." I smiled,
and he did, as well.

"What can I do for you on this
fine early Friday morning?"

"Mr. Felton instructed me to bring
clothes, breakfast, and tell you to get dressed
immediately."

He handed me the garment bag and a
little box with a daisy sticker.

"I'll be waiting downstairs. You
have ten minutes."

And as he walked off, he turned
around and said, "Felton's schedule is tight today, so ten minutes
tops."

The mention of Mr. Felton's name
sparked electricity through my body.

Get yourself together,
Jennifer.

I opened the black nylon bag and
found a pair of red lacy panties and bra to match, along with
business slacks and a button-up shirt.

I lusted over the pretty, petite
panties and lacy bra. I may have a small obsession with beautiful
lingerie.

Letting the robe slide from my
shoulders, I removed the lace from the little pink hangers and
slipped them on.

The lingerie fit like it was made
for my body. I couldn't help but wonder how he knew. That type of
thing wasn't on my resume, but then again, he most likely saw
hundreds of women naked considering his profession. I wondered if
he could guess any woman's size just by studying her bare body for
a few seconds. Hell, he could probably guess with them fully
clothed.

I slipped the straps over my
shoulders and reached my hands behind and clasped. The way the bra
hugged my body was pure perfection. The material fit like a glove,
but softer, and sexier, that was for damn sure. The panties felt
just as nice, except they were high cut in the bottom, not quite a
thong but not quite a panty. I didn't usually wear that style, but
wow, they made my ass look great. Tan skin paired with steamy red
lingerie, I looked sexy. It's amazing what flawlessly designed
lingerie could do to a woman's self-esteem.

I pulled the pressed slacks from
the hanger, size seven—man he was good—and slipped on the button-up
shirt that went all the way up to the neck. I looked like a prude
with nastiness hidden underneath.

In the back of the garment bag, a
scribbled note read:

Wear your hair down. –F.
Felton

After a quick brush of the teeth,
and another look in the mirror, I was out the door. Not full makeup
because it wasn't necessary, just a little color on the
lips.

A feeling crept up inside of me
that I couldn't quite put my finger on. The excitement of the
unknown raged and flipped.

Outside, the reflections of the
surrounding buildings danced upon the limo. I felt too upper class
riding it in and completely out of my zone. As I walked closer,
Charlie greeted me with a head nod and opened the back door. Before
I climbed in, I thanked him, and took a deep breath, hoping my
heart wouldn't burst from my chest. The thought of seeing Mr.
Felton sitting inside the limo made me nervous. How would he act
now that I'd agreed to join his team? Treat me like a whore? Demand
me to obey him? I didn't know, but I would soon find
out.

Once inside the limo, I expected
to see green eyes and messy hair eagerly awaiting me, but my
arrival was greeted with evil looks from two women.

Well damn
, was my last
thought before the limo door closed and we sped off.

"Ms. Downs, my name is Paisley,
and this is Jessica, but she likes to be called Jesse. We have been
assigned to mentor you over the next few weeks."

Intimidation and doubt slowly
replaced my excitement. Paisley looked like a goddess with
naturally tanned skin, golden brown hair, and a face only the
daughter of Zeus could have. Jesse had blonde hair, a petite nose,
light skin, and bright red lips. If I believed in the supernatural,
I might have assumed she was a vampire. These two women couldn't be
more opposite from one another, and they rivaled in
beauty.

"As she said, we will be mentoring
you for the next few weeks." Jesse's tone was nothing but
disinterest coated in boredom. She sighed after she spoke, and then
mumbled something, which I only assumed to be bitchy by the way her
head bobbed, to Paisley. I overheard things like: she's not wearing
makeup, just another one of Finn's toys, not going to cut
it.

I cleared my throat and then
spoke. "Excuse me, I'm right here, and can hear you."

Jesse crossed her arms and legs
and pushed her body further into the soft leather seats. I wished
they would suck her in.

"I apologize, Ms. Downs. Jessica
can sometimes forget her manners."

Paisley sent her an incredulous
look, but Jesse returned it with an open eye roll and a moan. She
treated me like a second-class citizen, not good enough to be in
the same car with her.

Paisley smiled at me, not a big
warm smile, but a courteous one.

"So where were we? Oh yes.
Mentoring. If you are to be an Elite, you must act as an Elite,
which requires proper etiquette training. Think of it as
orientation if you will."

"Okay," I muttered.

"Just because Finn wants you as
one of his, doesn't mean you are guaranteed a place in the ranks.
You will be tested, and there are two inevitable outcomes: either
you pass or fail. Only you will decide," Paisley said.

Her tone never rose. She was all
business while Jesse was all bitchiness.

"Tell her about the last girl,
Pais. Tell her how she got fired," Jesse said.

"No. I will not,
Jessica."

Paisley turned her body toward
me.

"Your training began the very
moment you were handed that garment bag. I can see you follow
instructions. Well done," Paisley said.

Then a thought crossed my mind.
Charlie had warned me as he walked down the stairs. He said Mr.
Felton had a tight schedule. Of course, if I had gotten the hint, I
would have known that he wasn't in the limo waiting for me. I know
how to follow instructions, but am practically blind when it comes
to subtle clues.

Paisley's words echoed in my mind,
training
and
tested
. What kind of tests could they
give a virgin? I chuckled to myself as I imagined a ridiculous line
at a carnival, but for sexual favors. Step right up, Ladies and
Gentlemen, the world's biggest virgin will learn how to perform
blow jobs. I groaned.

Either way, I had to take this
seriously because Paisley's words, although rough around the edges,
were true. I would either join the ranks or wait until my savings
completely depleted. Then I would be forced to go back to Texas.
The fact was I would do anything to avoid that. Well almost
anything.

The car skidded to a halt, and
Charlie opened the door with a blank expression on his face.
Paisley and Jesse exited, and I followed their lead. Long, slim
legs led the way, and wow, they were like gazelles.

The two goddesses led me into the
building. I couldn't help but wonder if Mr. Felton sat in his cozy
glass windowed office drinking whiskey with another prospective
employee naked in front of his desk. Why did I even given a
damn?

As I followed them to the
elevator, without saying a word, I tried to memorize every square
inch of the fifteen-story building because yesterday was a blur.
With a ding, we were inside. There were no friendly conversations
exchanged. Instead, we listened to the elevator version of
My
Heart Will Go On
by Celine Dion. Paisley's cell phone rang, and
she pulled it from her handbag and answered.

"Paisley speaking."

So formal, I thought.

"Yes. Yes. Yes, sir. The black
pants. Yes, she is wearing them. No, no makeup. To be expected? I
suppose. I agree. That's where we are heading now, yes, to look it
over. I understand. Ciao."

She pressed end on her phone, and
the elevator door opened. I knew the conversation was about
me.

The corner office had glass walls
exactly like Mr. Felton's, but inside there were different sized
plants, a couch, an oak carved desk, and chairs that were arranged
to maximize the square footage. I knew it was a woman's space just
by the decor.

Paisley placed her handbag on the
desk, and then motioned for me to take a seat.

Jesse flicked off her stilettos
and propped both feet on the couch, and shooed me away.

"Now, before we get started on
your training, there are a few things we need to
discuss."

She opened the drawer and pulled
out a file folder with my name scribbled across the
top. Inside of the folder, a stack of papers, maybe two inches
thick, lay neatly clipped together. Paisley removed them from the
folder and scooted them my way. I moved my chair closer to the edge
of her desk to take a better look.

"What is all of this?" I flipped
through the paragraphs of legal jargon.

"This is your NDA and contract of
employment," Paisley said.

Jesse groaned.

"Before we teach you anything, you
must sign a nondisclosure agreement and read over the contract. Of
course, we can provide a lawyer, but the fees will be deducted from
your first stipend. If you do not pass training, you will still be
responsible for all costs incurred during your legal
consultation."

"Okay."

"It does seem like a lot, but
everything included is necessary to protect Mr. Felton."

"Protect?"

"All of Finn's employees must sign
and abide by the contract."

I thumbed through pages of legal
words that jumbled together on the paper. The gist included my body
being treated as property, strict rules, stricter regulations, and
more blah blah fucking blah.

"So basically, you all own me if I
pass training? Doesn't all of this seem, I dunno, a bit
overboard?"

"To you, maybe, but we find these
clauses are necessary to protect you, our clients, and the
corporation. The NDA is to ensure the privacy of all parties and
protection of any trade secrets that you may learn while being
employed. Our contract is nothing short of enlisting for the U.S.
Military. It might help if you think about it that way."

I continued to thumb through the
pages.

"What about clause 7B-2,
client
may be released from duties as deemed necessary by management.
But then in 6D-4, it states,
the contract stands indefinitely
until released.
Seems to me as if there is hardly any job
security."

"Many of our employees have worked
here steadily for the past five years. As long as you—"

"What is the turnover
rate?"

"No one has ever quit."

"Then how—"

"Mr. Felton has personally fired
each employee that didn't cut it," Jesse butted in.

I had almost forgot she was behind
me on the couch.

"Are you currently on the pill or
shot?" Paisley asked.

"No. I… I don't have
sex."

"I'll set up an appointment with
the gynecologist next week," she said.

I hated the gynecologist. Just the
thought of having someone feel around with cold metal and fingers
made me cringe.