Free Corporate Cowboy by Bella Masters

After a moment, he says into the device, “Chad, no calls.”
    I hear another series of clicks behind me and my stomach jolts. I arch a brow, but Gage doesn’t seem to notice. Locked? Is “no calls” code for lock the doors and leave me alone ? I guess we are finally getting down to business.
    I exhale slowly and grip the armrests. No backing out now.

 
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
     
    Gage stole a moment to gather his thoughts. The time was now or never.
    He’d spent the morning doing anything and everything to push Emma out of his head so he could work, and then the instant she stepped across the threshold of his office, her eyes downcast as she crossed the room, every ounce of adrenalin inside him raced through his body and straight to his dick.
    Get a grip .
    She was just another fuck. The chase with this one was a bit different but the outcome would be the same. He’d enjoy toying with her for a while, finally take her, possess her, and send her on her way.
    “Emma,” he began, “look at me.”
    Slowly, she lifted her gaze. Her doe-eyed innocence never failed to make his gut clutch in desire. Her softness was edged with a spunk he’d not anticipated, but enjoyed. More than once, he had wanted to burst out in laughter at something she’d said. For some reason she made him smile.
    All of that was foreign. No woman ever made him smile.
    Yes, get a grip.
    “First, I want you to know that your promotion has nothing to do with my proposition to you. That is separate. They are in no way connected. If you do not agree to the terms of our personal contract, your job and your promotion remain intact.”
    She thought about that a moment then tilted her head. “Okay. Thank you.”
    “Second, neither of us are leaving this room until we have come to an agreement about our personal business.”
    She nodded. “Or not.”
    “I would prefer that we come to terms.”
    “That remains to be seen. Sir .” Her eyes sparkled and he wondered if she realized how sexy she was when they did.
    “Do you still have the contract?”
    “Yes.”
    “Have you read it, Emma?”
    “No.”
    That surprised him. “All right. Then let’s get to it.” He pushed another folder across the desk.
    “I have the one in my bag.”
    “That’s a boilerplate. No names, no negotiation points. Do you think I’d let you leave here with my name on anything? This one is a bit more specific. Since you appear to like things spelled out succinctly, I think it will meet your expectations.”
    She eyed him, the twinkle gone, then slowly reached for the folder and dragged it toward her. She opened it and picked up the single page. “This is it?”
    “Yes.”
    “Hm.”
    “I will walk you through it.”
    “I can read.”
    “Let me put that another way, Emma. I will walk through each item, and we will discuss. If there are negotiations to be made, we’ll do them now.”
    Gage fixed his gaze on Emma’s face. She held his stare while she opened the folder in front of her. Without looking at his paper, he began. “Item number one. We agree to one weekend of sex, and sex of my choosing. The location is at my ranch. You will give yourself over to me, and I will be in complete control for the entire weekend. You will be my submissive and follow my commands. The weekend will begin at five o’clock on Friday evening and end at nine o’clock Sunday night. You will choose to give up control to me, Emma, and in return, you will receive great pleasure.”
    Emma cocked her head. “That is a guarantee?”
    “Yes.” Gage paused. “Emma, there is something I want you to understand before we go any further. I am a Dom. I am an Alpha, dominant male. I have an insatiable sexual appetite. Vanilla sex does not satisfy me. I need more.
    “Sex, for me, is a business deal, as you so eloquently put it yesterday. I am not into relationships. I prefer scheduled, vetted hook-ups and never with a woman for more than one time. I do not have sex for love and definitely