Free His Secret Desire by Alana Davis Page A

would undo everything I have worked for. It would undo everything my father has worked for, and everything that Strauss Engines stands for and could one day accomplish.
    “There is going to be an attempt at a hostile takeover. It’s inevitable. But you are the only one I can trust to help combat that. Do you want to continue your new position, aware of the dangers and responsibilities?”
    Alexander Strauss looked sexier than I had ever imagined a man could look. I felt a sexual attraction for him so strong that I could almost see it in the air. I wanted so badly to do everything he asked of me.
    “I want to, yes. But Alexander, I’m not sure I will be able to,” I said honestly.
    “Yes, you can. You are the only one who can. You stuck to your guns when it could have meant your livelihood and even possibly your future. I know I can trust you.”
    “Then I’ll do it.”
    “Good,” he said, a small, barely visible wave of relief going through him. “You should get some sleep. It’s a little early still, but you’re going to need it. My private jet will take you to Beijing in less than ten hours. You will be negotiating a deal with a supplier for the water filter. Take the master bedroom, my bed will be very nice for you to sleep on. I guarantee it.”
    A flood of excitement and apprehension poured through me. Beijing? Negotiate a parts deal? Private jet? It all seemed too much. I worried I would never sleep again with all these new developments swimming in my head.
    “I’ll sleep on the couch,” Alexander said, laughing.
    I walked up the stairs, wishing Alexander Strauss a good night in a slight daze and undressed. I lay on his bed and wrapped myself in his sheets, breathing in the smell of him. I wished he would come up and take me in his bed, ravage me and leave me completely without a single want or desire left unfulfilled. Yet before I could even begin a fantasy or an idea of calling to him, sleep enwrapped me completely. I was exhausted, and Alexander Strauss’s bed was beyond comfortable.
     

Chapter Seven
     
    When I woke up, I had to keep pinching myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. A limousine ride to a private airport where Strauss Engines keeps its corporate jet didn’t seem real to me. Alone in a private jet, I sipped on expensive white wine while I awaited a filet mignon dinner to be finished cooking. Miles up in the sky, I looked down on a world that I hardly could believe was real anymore. I was on my way to Beijing, China. Sitting in the comfy leather chair, I looked over to see the flight attendant setting up the bed that I would get to sleep on shortly. It was a sixteen hour flight, but still, I had never even heard of sleeping while flying. I took another sip of white wine and relished the experience. The flight attendant disappeared and I was all alone.
    I looked down at the dossier in front of me. The files stared back up at me and I forced myself not to get overwhelmed. I read over the files at least a dozen times, but I reread them again. I wanted them to be imprinted in my brain when I went to the meeting. The terms I had to negotiate streamed in and out of my mind with every page. I finished my white wine and put down the empty glass. After I finished reading the dossier for the last time, I looked up and saw my glass was gone.
    “You’re going to do well Samantha. I have complete faith in you that you will succeed,” Alexander had said. His words rang in my head.
    The glass of white wine had helped calm my nerves, but I had restricted myself to one. I would not get drunk or have more than even a single glass so I was still sharp at the meeting. I needed to come off like I was confident and aware. I wanted to seem like I was razor-edged.
    “When you come back, I’ll have something special waiting for you.”
    I closed my eyes and longed to know what that something special was. It made me grow hot between my legs to think about what Alexander could think was special for me. I