Free Taking What He Wants (Celine and Rhyland series) by Iris Deorre Page A

his mind at that moment.
    ‘Come work for me.’ He got straight to the point.
    ‘Sir, you don’t even know me.’
    ‘I know you enough and you are satisfying.’
    ‘That maybe so but I already have a job; at the bar and during the day I’m doing my second year in chemical engineering.’
    ‘Beautiful and brainy, the more reason to work for me.’
    She eyed him suspiciously.
    ‘How much do you earn at this pub?’
    ‘Mr – ’
    ‘It ’s Rhyland, call me Rhyland.’
    ‘I don’t feel comfortable talking about that.’
    ‘Okay then I’ll estimate. If we’re talking minimum wage plus tips we’re looking at six pounds thirty an hour, five pounds three if you’re twenty and under. I’m guessing you’ve just turned nineteen so you’re on five an hour. How many hours do you work?’
    ‘Okay fine I earn about a hundred pounds plus tips,’ she blurted.
    ‘What if I told you, you could earn three thousand pounds in one night? Not only would you live a lot more comfortably, you’d be able to cover your degree. I assume you’ve taken out a loan.’
    ‘That’s what most students do.’
    ‘But you’re not most students. You’re unique and beautiful and you’ve just landed an amazing opportunity.’
    ‘If I may ask , what will this job entail?’ She had her suspicions; the amount of money alone told her everything she needed to know.
    He drew in closer and touched the side of her face, she moved away only slightly. His touch was welcome and yet she didn’t know hi m. He was so good looking not to want but then again what was she stepping into.  He smiled and leaned back into the leather couch and just watched her for a moment.
    ‘It would mean that you give me whatever I want,’ he said finally.
    Her heart raced and her flesh felt hot. The one thing she’d promised her mother was that she wouldn’t sell her body to get through university like so many were doing nowadays. But as she looked at this man, he wasn’t old; he didn’t have a big stomach or an unsightly beard. He was well dressed, clean, handsome, extremely sexy and just so god damn hot, how bad could it be? She would do it for free!
    ‘You mean sex?’ She was equally blunt.
    ‘Indeed. Three thousand pounds each time.’
    ‘Why me?’
    ‘Why not you, you’re beautiful, different and there are so many things I’d like to do with you.’
    ‘You don’t hold back Mr…urm Rhyland.’
    ‘Why should I? I’m a businessman, I know what I want.’
    ‘And do you usually get what you want?’
    He laughed at her statement. ‘I like you,’ he said.
    ‘Can I think about this?’
    ‘Of course.’ He fiddled in his suit pocket and pulled out a card and slid it across the table. ‘But don’t think for too long.’ He winked.
    She took the card her hands a little shaky as she did so. How was she going to say no when deep down she was already saying yes?
    ‘I think I better get back to my friends,’ she said.
    ‘Of course, remember don’t take too long to think.’
    She nodded and stepped out to head back for the group.
    ****
    ‘You’re not seriously thinking about doing this are you?’ Ava asked later that evening when they’d got back to their flat.
    ‘Wouldn’t you?’
    ‘No!’
    ‘Liar!’
    Ava folded her arms opened her mouth about to protest when…
    ‘Didn’t you once mention that there was a website for sugar daddy’s that you wanted to join? Something about finding a well up man to pay for your studies and support you while you studied.’
    ‘I was only joking.’ She sat on her bed.
    ‘Right. You’re joking now because I’ve got an offer. Are you jealous that it’s not you for a change?’
    ‘How can you even say that?’
    ‘Let’s face it you’ve always been the centre of attention but today for the first time I get first place.’ She smiled.
    ‘You do realise this man wants to fuck you, god knows what else he wants to do with you.’
    ‘I’m aware of that , I’m also aware that my pockets will be three