Free Wicked While He Watches -The Billionaire's Secret (Claire and the Billionaire) by Mercedes Eva Nordstrom Page A

gray. He looked her in the eyes only, commanding
all her attention with his solid stare and his powerful presence. Claire felt
like a little girl. Her power suit wasn’t effective at all. How was she going
to do what she came here to do? Ask him to have the decency to pay the ransom
for her husband. And if he didn’t, tell him what she thought about it in so
many scathing hateful words.
    “How are you Mrs. Silk? I am so sorry for Daniel’s
trouble,” his voice had no regret or compassion in it. His manner was as if she
were inconsequential, replaceable, disposable, like he obviously felt her
husband was.
    “I am devastated, Mr. Fawcett. I’ve come here to ask
you to reconsider paying the ransom.” Her voice was unsteady and her body
trembled with all she felt: helplessness, overwhelming sorrow, fear, and hate,
more loathing than she had ever felt for anyone.
    “You’re a beautiful woman, Mrs. Silk,” he said out
of the blue as if he hadn’t heard what she said, as if her begging was not
worth acknowledging.
    “If I am, so what?” she hissed. Fuck him. He eyed
her body making her feel like she was on display, like she was standing there
naked. She felt like running from the room, but she held her own.  She
would not walk out of this room, until he answered her question.  Daniel
was all that mattered.
    “How much do you want the ransom?” he shot back so
forcefully that she gasped and took a few steps back unsteady now in her high
stiletto heels.
    “I’d sell my soul for it,” she confessed quietly.
Daniel was the only man she ever loved. She couldn’t live with herself if she
didn’t do all she could to save his life.
    “How about your body?” he growled back and
lasciviously eyed her up and down, then locked his gaze on her frightened blue
eyes. “You wouldn’t actually have to sell it; just give it to me whenever I
have use for it.”
    “You want me to sleep with you for $800,000?” Claire
asked, confused, dumbstruck.  Is this really what he wanted? She’d do it,
she instantly thought.  If that would get her husband back, she could bear
it. She’d just think of Daniel. He would never have to know.
    “It’s not quite that simple,” he stated stepping
nearer to her. She could smell a hint of his expensive aftershave. “How much
would you do to free your husband?”
    “I don’t understand,” she confessed, but she was
driven now by a hope that her husband could be returned to her, that there was
some way to convince him to pay the ransom.
    “You’d have to do whatever I want you to. Some of
it, you probably wouldn’t want to do, but you’d have to act like you liked it.
Maybe you will like it, or will after a while. ” A low growl of a laugh slipped
through his lips and he walked over to his chair behind the gloriously carved
mahogany desk. Sitting, his gaze never left hers. “So you do have a choice.
You’re in control of your husband’s destiny.”
    Claire started to breath heavy. Panic was gripping
her. She loved Daniel. She couldn’t let him be executed in the jungle. “I’ll do
it, whatever it is.” She stepped over to his desk and sat in the black
crocodile leather upholstered armchair chair in front of it facing him, 
leaning forward eager to get the $800,000 to free her husband. She could feel
the cool leather seat through her pantsuit.
    He sat back in his chair. A merciless smile played
on his lips and his cold eyes were full of excitement.
    “This will be a contractual obligation. Do you consent
to that?” Another question she wasn’t expecting. There was no going back
now.  There was nothing he could do to her that she couldn’t withstand for
Daniel.
    “Where do I sign?” she replied matching his stare
and squaring her jaw. Prepared to risk her fate for her husband’s sake, she
altered her mindset and accepted the billionaire’s proposition.
    The contents of the document were shockingly vague.
The language was convoluted and it was unclear as to exactly