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  She pulled her winter jacket closer to her body as she felt the subway train slow then stop at the station. Stepping out onto the street to her left, two stores away, was the Corner Coffee House. The clock above the door read 12:59.

  People pushed past her, both trying to enter and exit the subway station. Pace by pace she moved toward the coffee shop. She passed the restaurant glancing in the window. Her eyes scanned the patrons--business men, ladies out shopping and lovers. To anyone inside, she looked like someone thinking about a quick cup of coffee.

  She stepped inside. The warm aroma of coffee teased her nostrils. She stood near the counter and waited. Attempting to appear as if she were looking for a seat, Arianne surveyed the room. The instant her eyes passed over his table, she knew which man was Derek. In the corner, reading a financial paper sat a dangerously handsome man.

  He reached for his coffee mug and raised it to his lips. Arianne shivered. That mouth would soon be kissing her. She closed her eyes and imagined his lips closing around her firm nipple and gently sucking on it.

  “Miss!”

  She snapped back to reality. “Small Mocha Cappuccino. Lite.” She dug out coins and bills until she had the correct amount and placed the money on the counter.

  To stop the trembling in her hands, she firmly gripped the coffee mug. Her knees were weak as she crossed the coffee shop floor. She apologized as she bounced off two customers. Pausing, she looked over her shoulder. The door was not that far away. She could make it.

  He looked up. She glanced his way. Her eyes locked onto two ice blue spheres. He stood and pulled out the chair in front of her. Her knees gave way and she settled herself. “I recognized you when you entered,” said the man.

  “But my face wasn’t on the photo?”

  “Faces can be misleading.” He held out his hand. “I’m Derek.” Arianne released the coffee mug and placed her trembling hand into his. He turned it over and kissed the back it. “Nice to meet you, Arianne. We can spend the time here talking. Or we can go to the apartment.”

  “How about a bit of both?”

  “Then I may as well lay everything on the table. Since this is a business deal I’ll be blunt. This whole thing is about me. You are an employee. Your needs are irrelevant. If the sex isn’t satisfying to you, then the pay check should be. Do you have a problem with that?”

  Arianne tugged on the zipper of her sweater and slowly lowered it. She discreetly opened it revealing her naked breasts.

  A small grin passed over Derek’s face. He reached out and gently slid his index finger down her right breast and across her nipple. “They are beautiful. It will be a pleasure to become well acquainted with their feel and taste.”

  She glanced down. Her nipples were erect. “I am an honest hardworking person. If I agree to this, I will perform my duties to the best of my ability and hopefully to the pleasure of my employer.”

  A puzzled look crossed his brow and he leaned closer. “Why are you doing this?”

  “I need a job. This is a very expensive city and when you are unemployed it quickly becomes an unfriendly place to live. I am not a virgin and I am an adult. My body is mine to use as I see fit. You are offering me employment.”

  “Very businesslike. Excellent.”

  “Can I ask you why you are doing this? You are very handsome and could get any woman you wanted. You are well dressed so you must have a decent job. Stock broker or lawyer, I’d say.”

  “I was angry at the entire female race and drunk when I placed the ad. Then I forgot about it.” Derek rubbed his forehead. “When I checked it out there were too many replies. Being practical, I said one of those women has got to be better than all the others I’ve dated. I think I went through the first fifty and found you. When you’re ready, I would like to take you up and show you the apartment. Here is my AIDS test. I am clean of that and any other STD.” Arianne read his certificate and handed him hers. He glanced at it and returned the paper to her. “Drink your coffee. I’ll finish my paper.”

  While he read, Arianne watched his face. He has one of those serious brows. Makes him look all important. And a compassionate face. Gorgeous, but compassionate. He doesn’t seem evil or anything. Bet there are a couple of cute dimples if I could only get him to smile. I think he’ll be a fair boss, but look out if I piss him off. His eyes! Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes that blue. Or that mesmerizing. I can’t stop looking at them. He can probably see deep down into my soul. She stifled a giggle. Gee, I’m getting all romantic and stuff here. Somehow I don’t think I could hide a secret from him. What secret? I’ve got nothing to hide and I’m about to get as up close and personal on one can get.

  “Done?”

  Her attention returned to him. “Pardon?”

  “Are you done talking to yourself? Or in other words, have I passed inspection?”

  Ignoring the embarrassing blush on her cheeks, he folded his paper, stood up and put on his winter overcoat. Arianne zipped up her sweater and jacket and followed him outside. They rounded the restaurant to the back parking lot. Parked off to the side was a dark blue SUV, license plate Derek 3.

  When both were seated, Derek said, “I am not going to make you sign a contract. I doubt either of us wants a paper trail. You have as much to lose here as I do. If you attempt to scream rape or breach of contract or try to extort more money out of me, my lawyers can and will shred you into tiny pieces.”

  “I understand what you’re telling me? I’m not naive. Having lived in this city too long, I’ve developed a good judge of character. You seem sincere and mean to use me only as an employee. I’m ready to go to the apartment.”

  Derek maneuvered through the city streets and parked in an underground parking garage. They walked to the elevator. “You need this to make it work.” He handed her a small red card as he held his matching one. “Use this one. It’s an express. It only stops at certain floors.”

  “And which floor is it supposed to stop at?”

  “Fifty-sixth floor, but that’s already encoded into the card.” He handed her a second card which was blue. “When the elevator stops, slide this card through the reader and the front doors will open. It is part of the security. A person may be able to get up to the apartment, but they still have to get the doors open to get in.”

  “Are these cards good all the time?”

  “Until I deactivate ’em.” He slid his card through the reader and the doors opened.

  Arianne peered inside. Dark wood, polished brass and spotless mirrors adorned the sides, but the back was another set of doors. “Like a hospital elevator.”

  Derek chuckled and pressed the pause button to hold the doors open. “I never looked at it that way. The back doors open into another apartment. There are only two on each floor.”

  Looking at the blue card she held, Arianne puzzled it out then spoke. “This is like your front door key. You don’t have to give me your apartment number because when the doors open I’ll be at your apartment.”

  He nodded. “I’m not going up. You go look around and make a decision. If you’re in agreement, send the elevator down empty. If you meet me at the bottom then I will know that you are unhappy and wish to terminate this deal. I’ll pay you, call for a cab and send you on your way.”

  Arianne stepped inside and watched the doors close between them.

  Her eyes stared at the numbers as they counted up to floor fifty-six. She put her hand on her chest to try and calm her pounding heart. This is so stupid. What am I doing? I’m not that kind of a girl! Something caught her attention. She paused. Sniffed. His cologne? Elevators don’t smell of men’s cologne. Most of them just smell. I may be in over my head here, but wow, that is one gorgeous guy. He’s built the way I like’em--long and lean. And those eyes. Such a deep blue. And that mouth. It’s—

  The upward movement stopped. For a moment, so did Arianne’s heart. She swiped her blue card. The doors started to open. “O. M. G!” Entering the apartment, Arianne steadied her ner
ves. “I have seen this room on the cover of City Interiors.”

  She stepped from the marble entry and sank into lush carpet.

  Masters, not reproductions, hung on the walls. Before her was the main living room. A black leather sofa divided the entry way from the living room. On both sides were matching chairs with ottomans. A glass coffee table sat in front of the couch; a tinted blue oval sheet of glass resting on a dolphin statue. A flat panel TV hung on the wall above the requisite fireplace. The balcony doors displayed a city view that few people saw.

  All the furniture gleamed with obvious attention. Peering inside doors and drawers, Arianne discovered everything was empty—no stored CDs or DVDs. She glanced down. The coffee table was empty. There was no big expensive coffee table book, only a lone remote.

  Guessing which door lead to the bedroom, she pressed the door handle and peered inside. The room was decorated in soft mauve and ivory. The bed dominated the room with its size and four ornately carved posts. More original paintings adorned the walls, scenes of the ocean, of a tropical island and a soft sunset with a woman staring at a distant ship. The dressers and closets were huge but empty. There was nothing secreted away anywhere.

  She stepped through the bedroom into the master bathroom. “That is not a bathtub. It’s a swimming pool!” The tub faucet was a small section of black marble over which the water would pour like a water fall. The taps were gold. Arianne rubbed her hand along them. In the corner stood the shower—a large affair of glass and gold fixtures. Numerous spouts on three sides would cover a person in spray from all angles.

  “This is so unfair. Gawd I’d love to be rich. Look at this stuff.” The sink’s gold taps and faucet were designed, again, like a porpoise. Opening the vanity drawers, she found new toothbrushes and toothpaste, bars of soap, body oil, razors, shaving cream, shampoo and towels.

  She completed the same inspection of the kitchen. There were no pots or pans, or serving dishes. Opening the cupboards and refrigerator she found no food, but six cans of beers sat chilling in the door. The sideboard in the dining room held a small set of china and silver, enough to serve a meal to two people, but the kitchen held nothing with which to prepare a meal.

  One room had a desk, chair and a computer—nothing else. The other four rooms and two bathrooms were bare. Smiling to herself, she conceded that she had found no hidden terrors just an elegant partially decorated apartment.

  She stood before the elevator doors. The moment of truth. She pressed the button and the doors opened. It was empty. “He seems polite. Underneath his it’s all about him bravado, there is a large portion of compassion for me. He has been very up front with me. Why am I talking to an empty elevator?” She reached in and pressed the button to send the car to the parking garage. “You’ve done it Arianne. You have sealed your fate.”

  The pounding in her chest increased every second. When would he arrive to take her? To kiss her with that perfect mouth and stroke her naked flesh with those longer fingers. As the doors began to open she willed herself not to scream.

  * * * *

  He stepped into the room. Staring at her shoulder length brown hair, Derek let his eyes admire Arianne. Her chocolate brown eyes looked in his with a slight embarrassed but proud aura. Her face was tense, but Derek knew her beauty would only intensify when she allowed herself to relax. His mouth yearned to taste her. To explore the sensations of kissing and being kissed by her perfect set of lips. He let his gaze rest when his visual tour reached her breasts. She had been bold enough to tease him with a glance and the briefest of touches. His finger tip tingled at the memory of the moment.

  Continuing down to her navel, a slight grin crossed his lips as the promise of what was hidden by her blue jeans caused a stirring in his own groin. Long legs, he loved women with long legs. Running his tongue up the inside of a thigh always brought out the deep purring sounds which caused the heat in him to grow. His patience had been reached, after clearing his throat he managed to say, “Go into the bedroom, strip and lay on the bed.”

  He followed Arianne to the bedroom and watched as she removed her jacket and placed it on the dresser. Fighting the trembling of her fingers, she tugged at the zipper of her sweater and let it drop to the floor. After kicking off her shoes and socks, she wriggled out of her jeans and panties and placed the pile on top of her jacket. Naked, she pulled the covers off the bed. Stretched out to her fullest, she could not reach from end to end.

  Sitting on the edge of the bed, he said, “I want to taste you. Sample you. I will never do anything that you don’t want to do. If you want anything other than straight sex then you arrange it. You may get as creative as you like to keep me interested. The computer has an encoded charge card. You may purchase items and have them delivered here for our use. But now…” He pulled off his suit jacket, loosened his tie, kicked off his shoes and began undoing his shirt. Settled back on the edge of the bed, he ran his hand down her cheek, chest, breast, belly, navel and down her thighs. “You are incredibly beautiful.”

  The sight of his sculpted body and the fiery touch of his hand on her naked flesh was too much for Arianne. Her body trembled under his touch. “I…I feel.” Taking a big breath she said, “Well, I feel like an idiot. I don’t know what to do. I mean, I know what to do. I just don’t know what you want me to do.”

  Bending over, his mouth slowly moved toward her waiting nipple. With the softest of kisses he brushed his lips across her pink flesh. As he watched, it grew firmer.

  He chuckled. “You don’t have to do anything. I want to explore you.” He ran his tongue up the underside of her breast and flicked it across her nipple. “This is about satisfying my curiosities or needs of the moment. And at this moment, my curiosity centers on the feel of that nipple.” He sucked it into his mouth.

  Arianne arched her chest. Her eyes closed as she focused on the sensation of his lips caressing her nipple.

  Reaching over he began to fondle her other breast, stroking the soft flesh and teasing the hard nipple between his fingers. Releasing her, he said, “I want to learn what works for you. How you respond to my touch. Lay back. Close your eyes. Indulge my curiosity.”

  As his mouth moved to her unkissed nipple, his hand slid down her stomach. His fingers slithered through her bush and began to stroke the insides of her thighs. A finger tapped her inner leg and she splayed them apart. Casual strokes from her mound to her pussy ignited a fire deep inside her womb.

  Arianne followed what he did with focused interest. He’s not hurrying. This isn’t a slam-bam. He’s doing exactly what he said…oh, that feels sooooo— A soft moan escaped her lips.

  A long finger slipped inside, turned upwards and began to rub the place where a woman’s g-spot is located. Thoughts gave way to soft sighs and deep moans as his thumb circled her clit.

  “You’re so hot. And wet. Nice. Spread your legs more.”

  She felt his hot breath a moment before his tongue touched her. Little laps across her clit made her hips start to squirm. Pulling her knees up and back, she exposed herself more fully to his mouth. While his hand continued to work her, his tongue explored every fold of skin and every secret place.

  After what seemed like hours of bliss, but was probably a couple of minutes, he ordered, “Roll over on your hands and knees. Spread your legs.” She heard the zipper and then the rustle of his pants. The bed shook as he climbed and edged up behind her.

  Both gasped as he slid into her. His hand reached around her hip and continued to caress her clit. He pumped into her with a languid rhythm. She met his thrusts, back and forward, back and forward. Squeezing her vaginal muscles to tighten her grip on him, she didn’t allow him to leave her.

  “You feel so good. I wish I had more time.”

  Arianne responded with a moan of delight. His pace increased. Her pulse raced. The pleasure was building between her legs. Her breasts swayed with the pounding in her body. She was no longer able to match his rhythm. He would increase to a driving speed then sl
acken to a leisurely pace. Her focus snapped to her groin. The pressure was intense. The sensations were overwhelming. “Oh my God! I’m cuming… I’m cum—”

  He pounded himself deeper into her. Arianne gasped and shuddered with the explosion of her orgasm. A few thrusts later he tensed, inhaled deeply then slowly exhaled. While reveling in the moment of her bliss, Arianne felt the gush of hot thick semen pour into her. After a long, low groan, his thrusts slowed until he stopped, still buried deep inside her.

  Carefully, she spread her knees apart and lowered herself to the bed. She felt him slip out of her followed by a gush of hot liquid. She was aware of him moving around, but was unable to move. It felt as if her muscles had melted. Smiling, she lay sprawled belly down.

  She yawned and blinked. The darkening of the room attracted her attention. Rolling over she checked her watch - 5:30! Damn, I fell asleep. Grabbing a bed sheet she wrapped herself in it and searched the apartment. He was nowhere to be found. On the dining room table was an envelope - inside - ten one-hundred dollar bills. On the outside was a simple message: Next Tuesday, 2 p.m.

  1Chapter Four

  Four Tuesdays later.

  With her stomach crushed against the back edge of the couch, and upper body draped over the back, Arianne felt him slide out of her, followed by his semen oozing down her inner right thigh. A few moments later she was aware of three things. In rapid succession she heard his fly zip closed, saw the envelope land on the cushion and heard the woosh of the elevator.

  She pushed herself up off the back of the couch. “It’s 2:15 and he’s come and gone.” Giggling at her little pun, she picked up her clothes and envelope. Written on the outside was Derek’s cell phone number and a request for hers. She grabbed her cell and dialed. The call went straight to voice mail. When she heard the beep, she left her number, then took a shower and headed home.

  * * * *

  Taylor pounded on the bathroom door. “Hey you. I found your rich stud. You said his name was Derek, right?”