Everything He Fears

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Authors: Thalia Frost
 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Everything He Fears
     
    (Bookkeeper for the Billionaire #2)
     
    Thalia Frost
     
    Copyright: August 2012.
     
    All rights reserved.
     
    Cover art: SexybookCovers.com
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    “ Well, you didn't tell me I needed a passport. ” I growled the words as I settled into a plush leather seat on Rock Weldon's private jet.
    “ Yes, my mistake. I had my mind on other things, but all's well now. ” He gave me a tight smile, his handsome face grim.
    He'd had his driver, Mr. Forrester, ferry us back to my place at top speed to retrieve the passport.
    “ Good thing I had one, or I wouldn't be going with you. ” I glared at him from my seat near the other window across the aisle. I'd chosen it on purpose because I was pissed. He'd had a minor fit when he'd realized I didn't have the document.
    “ Yes, I guess it is. Even I make mistakes...but not often. ” He stared out the window and pushed a button on the armrest of the seat. Rock barked a command to his pilot. “ What the hell is going on? Let's get out of here. I have things to do. ”
    “ Yes sir. We'll be taking off in five minutes. I'm sorry for the delay, Mr. Weldon.”
    “ Good. Make it so. ”
    I'd already gotten used to Rock Weldon's dictatorial tone — almost. But how would a billionaire who ran a successful company not be used to getting his way all the time?
    I glanc ed out my own window, a small bit of dread growing in the pit of my stomach. Was this how I wanted to spend the next 365 days? With a man I didn't know—a hot, wealthy man, sure—but a total stranger?
    As if he'd read my mind, Rock spoke. “ Lacey, I need you over here next to me. ”
    My breath whooshed out. I thought of what he'd done to me in the limo on the ride over. “ For what? ” I arched a brow.
    “ To sign your contract so I can pay you soon. ” He grinned, and the effect was predatory.
    I shivered, my mind on other things I thought he might have wanted to do. “ Right. ”
    I sidled over to him just as the plane started to roll slowly. He handed me a paper contract he'd pulled from his briefcase at his side. I read over it. Everything appeared to be in order. I signed it quickly, noting the date a year from today when our agreement would be over.
    “ Mr. Weldon, is there anything I can get you? We'll be taking off in one minute. ” The plane was already picking up speed. It was a smooth taxi, like none I'd ever experienced. The gleaming surfaces of the jet promised that much. The voice that had come out of the speaker bothered me. It was too smooth, too attractive and way too female.
    “ No, Nadia. We're fine. Check back after we're in the air. ”
    I frowned. He hadn't even asked me if I wanted anything or not. That wasn't surprising. The jet raced along until lift off. I bit my lip.
    “ Who was that? ”
    “ Nadia Nargent. ”
    “ Okay. ” I dragged the word out in a sarcastic tone.
    “ She's an ex-girlfriend of mine. Now she's a stewardess on an as needed basis for me. ” He stared at me, unblinking.
    “ Oh. Your e x? ”
    “ Yes, one of them. ” He looked down at his cell phone.
    A frisson of jealousy ran through me.
    One of them. I'm sure there have been many.
    I longed to ask so many more questions. The way Nadia's voice had sounded...like a purr, made me feel crazy with jealousy, even though I hardly knew the man next to me. I remembered the feel of his cock in my mouth and his lips against mine, though.
    I squirmed in my seat, aroused.
    “ Eleven hours until landing in Venice. ”
    “ Wow. ”
    “ It's quite a trip. Have you ever been? ”
    I laughed. As if. I'd been unemployed for the last three months until I'd met him the night before at a party. “ No. ”
    “ It's lovely and romantic. ” He threatened to suck me into his green eyes.
    “ I'm sure it is. ” I struggled for breath.
    He gazed back down at his phone. “ I'm sorry. I have work to do. Calls to make, and I need some privacy.

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