Free The Tycoon's Virgin Bride - Part 3 (The Corskovi Dynasty) by Ann King

each other on that level yet. That’s fine.”
    She
sucked in a deep breath and kept her head forward. Her nipples hardened under
her blouse. Could he see that, too? Was she going to get this job or not?
    “What
do you know about me, Ms Sherwood?”
    That
question got her.
    “Well…sir…You’ve
spent a lot of time changing the direction of Kincade’s department store from when your grand…I mean your great-grandfather opened up
the flagship store in lower Manhattan rivaling Macy’s. You work hard and spend time on perfecting how to please your customers
with the believe that happy customers are repeat
customers. And…you’re the hottest item out there in the whole corporation.
Women would fall over each other for a chance to be with you and you don’t even
know it. You date occasionally but you’re a typical workaholic. Married to your
ambition and power and making your mark in the world.”
    Carlos
eyebrow raised a fraction for the first time. A sign of his
being normal. “Is that how you feel about me?”
    “I
don’t think I’ll answer that question, sir.”
    A grin
played on his lips again. “Fine. Are you aware of a non-disclosure agreement?”
He said leaning into her, his intoxicating aroma gripping her, driving her
crazy. She had to have him or she’d go insane. He nuzzled her neck with his
soft lips and she felt her head spin into a whirlwind.   She wanted him inside her. She must be
dreaming? No way could this be happening. Carlos Kincade stroking her, touching her neck with his lips. God, why didn’t   he slide his fingers down her
blouse and ease the ache in her nipples. Why didn’t he pull up her dress and
pleasure the wetness between her legs and throbbing folds?
    She
turned around stunned for words. “A non-disclosure agreement?”
    “Yes, a
confidentiality agreement or confidential disclosure agreement, secrecy
agreement whatever you call it, it’s a legal contract between at least two
parties that outlines confidential material, knowledge or information with
restricted access to those involved.”
    Elsie
gaped in shock.
    “Well
because I want you to sign one before I proceed further with our…meeting.”
    “That
doesn’t make any sense.”
    “It
will soon. Do you agree to sign one? That what we do and discuss from this
second on shall be kept inside this office and between the two of us and not
another living breathing soul? Yes or no?”
    Elsie
drew in a deep breath and tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach and the
ache in between her thighs. Was he going to fuck her? Make love to her? Show
her some weird and exotic sex- capade that she’d only
fantasized about? Was he going to make her his love slave or some submissive or
something? Oh, my God! But if she didn’t sign then she would never know.
    He
handed her the document. “I see you thought this through.” She wanted to ask
him how many other women have signed such a document.
    “I
always plan ahead. A man in my position can’t be too careful.”
    She
quickly read over the contents of the four pages and signed. “Did you read it
all already?”
    “Yes,”
she panted. She wanted this Greek god inside her now. She wanted to get inside
his mind and his boxers at the same time. What did he have in store for her?
    He,
too, signed then tossed the stapled pages on his oak desk and grinned as his
eyes penetrated hers. He reached over to her and slid his finger down her back
and watched as she shivered with an electrical touch.
    “I’m
going to tell you something, I haven’t told a single soul,” he said as he
nuzzled her arched neck. His hand slid inside her blouse and fumbled her nipple
causing a sensation to stir through her body.
    “Oh,
Carlos,” she said throaty.
    “Are
you ready for what you just agreed to?”
    Her
heart pounded hard and fast in her chest. “Yes,” she said, breathless.

 
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