Free James: A College Girl Romance by Sheila Grace Page A

grinned and took another bite of omelet.
    “A bastard who can cook.”
    When we finished eating, Cass began taking the dishes to the kitchen.
    “I can’t believe you use real china,” she laughed. “I mean, I’ve got some chipped bowls and plates and a set of silverware from Target.”
    I watched as she filled the sink a quarter of the way with soapy water. Not wanting her to get the wrong idea—that I was some kind of benevolent fool or a monk—I walked over behind her, stopping less than an inch from her. When I brought my hand around to the front of the shirt she was wearing, she stiffened, her breathing hitching as my fingers undid the first button. I dropped my mouth to her ear.
    “You knew I was watching you at the club, didn’t you, Cass?”
    She nodded slightly as my hand slipped under the shirt, my thumb slowly circling her breast, teasing closer and closer to the taut nipple. Her head fell back against my chest, and she shivered. I reached around with my other arm and pulled her against me until she could feel the full length of me pressed against her. As I imagined bending her over the counter and slipping slowly inside her, a small whimper escaped her lips.
    When I released her, she turned and looked up at me, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. Goddamn. I wanted to push together those creamy little tits of hers and bury my face in them. Instead, I stepped away from her.
    How this girl made asceticism seem worthwhile was beyond my understanding, because I was not someone who practiced self-denial. Yet here I was.
    “Shower,” I said. “Get dressed. We leave in an hour.”
    She frowned.
    “To go where? I don’t have any clothes, remember?”
    I smiled.
    “It’s a surprise, and you can borrow one of my shirts. There are more panties in the bag I gave you last night, and I’m afraid you’re stuck with that alluring little skirt until we get where we’re going.”
    I took out my phone and texted Irving so that he could arrange her final paycheck from the club. That, and move her belongings to storage.
    “Oh, and lovely, come here.”
    I walked over to the laptop and opened the digital transaction management software.
    “I need your signature.”
    “For what?” she asked from behind me. “Our contract?”
    I looked over my shoulder at her as she began buttoning the shirt.
    “Power of attorney.”
    She frowned.
    “That would be a big hell no. I’m not giving you or anyone else written authorization to represent me. How the hell do I know you’re not just going to sell me off to some Mexican cartel if I don’t please you ?”
    I laughed.
    “I’ll add a clause that says you can rescind it at any time. This allows Irving to quit the club in your behalf, collect your final paycheck, and get into your apartment to move your belongings.”
    “I can rescind it at any time?”
    “You have my word as a bastard.”
    She smirked.
    “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered.
    I showed her how to create a digital signature and waited while she reviewed the terms.
    “Who is Irving?”
    “Matt Irving is my IT and logistics expert.”
    “You have your own IT department?” she asked.
    “Irving would argue that he’s better than any IT department, and he should be for what I pay him not to hack me and drain my assets.”
    She paused before clicking on the final signature field.
    “Do we have time to stop at the club so I can quit in person?” she asked hesitantly.
    I laughed.
    “I don’t think you want to do that.”
    “Or maybe I do.”
    Stubborn girl .
    “As you wish,” I said.
    Ignoring my sarcasm, she smiled and turned back to click on the last signature.
    “You now control my entire life, Mr. McDevitt. Are you satisfied?”
    I walked over to her and hooked my index and middle fingers into the shirt she was wearing and pulled her toward me.
    “Not even close.”

Chapter 5: Cass
     
     
    I exhaled and watched the rolling golden hills and farmland that prompted