Have sex with me

HAVE SEX WITH ME

Written by Sunny

CHAPTER 1/3

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THIS STORY HAS A LOT OF SNUT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Gabriel Maestri grew up in Italy with his parents, Sergio and Kaia. His father was a man who expected the best from everyone, and even better from his son. He was a man that believed showing love or affection towards anyone, even his own family was a sign of weakness and would not tolerate such things. Throughout his youth, Gabriel was groomed to become the successful, cunning and ruthless man his father wanted him to be. To Sergio love means weakness and women are only good for a man's pleasure in bed. A wife is just for public appearances and a mistress was for pleasure. For ten years he had tried to get his son to choose a wife from a wealthy family. His mother, Kaia was not much better, she was cold towards him, never showed him love, and he was mainly raised by nannies until he was old enough to go to boarding school.

With his father's backing, he started building his empire, paying him back with interest. He had his own home built as far from his parents as he could. They never celebrated holidays together, only got together occasionally.

Paige Mosley was a young woman with simple needs. She was an orphan from birth, going from one foster home to another until she reached the age where it was considered old enough to be on her own. She never really fit in, with her delicate features, her hair blond, so light in color it was almost white. From the age of sixteen, she worked jobs as a waitress, babysitter, and other odd jobs and went to school at night. When she turned eighteen she got a full-time job as a maid at the Maestri hotel in New York. In the three years she worked there she made friends with the other staff members. They became like a family of sorts.

But when news came that the hotel was shutting down a cloud of despair hung over everyone's head. Many of who worked there were getting up in age, others were young and had no education and jobs would be hard to find. As it was they weren't paid very well, they depended mostly on tips.

When word spread that the owner was coming to inspect the hotel to determine what was needed to bring it up to date to be sold the staff panicked. This hotel was the only one that had been neglected over the years and was in need of a lot of work such as carpets replaced as well as new furniture and paint. Though it was kept clean it still had become shabby.

The staff got together to talk, trying to come up with a way to persuade the owner to keep the hotel open and let the employees keep their jobs. Paige and a couple of the other maids cleaned the penthouse suite from top to bottom, it was the best suite in the hotel. Everything was ready for his arrival. The bar inside the room was fully stocked with his favorite wines and liquor upon his earlier request.

They all waited nervously for his arrival, having heard all about him it was obvious they were deathly afraid.

The morning of his arrival Paige checked his suite to make sure things were as he requested and also the suite next to it where his bodyguard would be staying. Satisfied she went back to work, she needed to finish the other rooms before the staff meeting with Mr. Maestri. All the employees got together and signed a petition to stop the sale of the hotel. It had been faxed to him and he replied, demanding a meeting. He hadn't asked or told them about the meeting, just said they better be there or they would be fired.

Having done her morning duties, Paige was talking to a co-worker when the revolving doors to the hotel swung open. All the happy chatter stopped when a man walked in and the air in the place seemed to stand still. He was tall, dark hair and handsome. He walked with the aura of a man who knew no fear, but one who put the fear in anyone in his path. She heard he was twenty-nine years old, and thought he was so young to be one of the richest men in the world, and even under his expensive tailored suit, she could tell he was muscular. But his face scared her, he looked mean, dangerous, like one of those mob bosses you see in the movies.

He was not alone she noticed, behind him was a big, husky man. He sported a suit and dark sunglasses. His lips set in a firm line, a scar ran down his face, he was even scarier than the other one. As they walked up to the front desk the clerk's hand shook as he handed the keys over, stuttering as he welcomed them to the Maestri Hotel. Without so much as a thank you the two men walked away and got on the elevator. For a second, just a split second her eyes met his before the doors closed. A cold chill ran up her spine at the way his dark eyes stared into hers.

The staff was summoned to the ballroom an hour later after his arrival. While waiting for Mr. Maestri to make his entry everyone was quietly talking, but it all ceased when his powerful presence entered the room. Paige thought he was more frightening up close once she gazed at his dominant figure. While he spoke perfect English you could still hear his heavy Italian accent.

"I received this fax and all I have to say is that the hotel is closing." Taking the fax he tore it in half and threw it to the floor.

Everyone's mouth dropped open in shock as they stared at each other. As he turned to leave Paige shouted out.

"No, that's not fair, you haven't even let us discuss it with you."

He stopped in his tracked, turned back around. "Who said that?" he barked.

No one moved or said a word, that was until one of the other maids pushed Paige, making her stumble forward.

"You," he points to her. "Come closer."

Putting her hands behind her back she took several steps forward, moving slowly and feeling as though her legs would give out from underneath her.

"What is your name girl?"

Casting her eyes down, afraid to look at him she stared at the floor.

"Look at me when I speak to you," he snapped harshly.

She snapped her head up and peered into his dark, cold eyes that held not an ounce of warmth in their depths and whispers. "Paige Mosley, sir."

"How old are you?" he asked as he looked at her from head to feet.

"Twenty-one," she answered nervously.

"You look to be nothing more than a child, or maybe eighteen."

"I'm not a child," she dared to snap at him.

"What is your job here?"he asked, staring at her.

"A maid, sir," she said, looking down at her feet.

"Then you will clean my room, and only you. I wake at seven o'clock and shower, you will come to my room at precisely eight to clean the bathroom. Be one minute late and you will no longer have a job, not that you'll have one much longer anyway."

She could feel her lips trembling, everyone's eyes were on her when she spoke. "Will you not at least listen to us, maybe you might change your mind."

"I never change my mind once I decide on something." He looked at the others. "I suggest you all get back to work or you are fired," he said, turning he walked out, followed by his bodyguard.

Her heart was beating like a drum in her chest. As a rule, she never disliked anyone without getting to know them better, and she could never find it in her heart to hate anyone. This man though, he was arrogant, rude and downright mean and for the first time in her life, she thought she could finally hate someone.

"Shit Paige, I feel sorry for you having to clean that bastards room." Sandy, the girl who pushed her forward said. "But I must say he is one fine piece of meat, I bet he knows how to satisfy a woman in bed."

Paige rolled her eyes, Sandy was always willing to sleep with any of the guests, and she has. "We better get to work. I have a feeling he means it when he say's we'll be fired." But she had to agree, he was indeed very sexy, if only he wasn't so vile.

She had trouble sleeping that night, the way his eyes stared into hers was unnerving. Yet she hoped that maybe if she tried talking to him he might listen, she had to give it a shot.

The next morning she arrived at his room right on the dot and was confronted by his bodyguard who was standing outside his door. When he wouldn't move she became agitated, not wanting to be a second late. "Let me in, he's expecting me."

"I need to search you, for concealed weapons," he said in a rough tone and a smirk on his face.

"I don't have any weapons," she cried out. When he put her up against the wall and ran his hands over her body she felt tears stinging her eyes and when his hand went between her legs she pushed him away.

"You're clear, you can go in," he said, again smirking.

Pushing the cart in she wiped the tear from her eyes. She looked away when Gabriel walked into the main room, wearing pants but his shirt was in his hand.

"You may clean the bathroom now."

Grabbing the cleaning supplies she went to walk past him but he grabbed her arm.

When he looked at her face he could tell she was upset by the way her face was red and she looked like she was about to cry. "Has something happen to you?"

She wanted to say no, just wanted to do her job and get the hell out of there. But instead, she looked at him, her face turning even redder. "Your man out there just felt me up, said he was searching for weapons. I have never felt so violated in all my life." She choked back a sob.

"He was just doing his job which is to protect me. It was nothing personal."

"Nothing personal, it felt personal to me when he tried to put his hand between my legs and up my dress." She tried pulling her arm from his grip but he held it too tightly.

"I will speak to him. It will not happen again, I give you my word," he said, letting go of her arm.

Finishing up cleaning the bathroom she went to clean the rest of the suite. He was gone by the time she started, she was glad as she didn't want to be around him. When she was finally finished in his room she left for next one, it was the one where the bodyguard was staying in. Swallowing the lump in her throat she knocked, praying he wasn't in there. Finding that he wasn't she let out a sigh of relief and went through the room as fast as she could. He was weird and she knew he was enjoying groping her. She was done working her shift when she got word that Gabriel Maestri wanted to see her in his suite. Reluctantly she headed for the elevator to go see what she was being summoned for this time. The whole ride up to his floor her thoughts ran rampant wondering if she had not made his bed to his liking, or was the bathroom in need of more scrubbing, or had the bodyguard complained about her work trying to get her fired. Approaching his door she hesitated, afraid that the big goon was going to search her again. But he didn't, instead, he knocked twice and opened the door for her, he did not look at her. Gabriel was sitting on the white leather chair, a drink of some kind in his hand. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes. Did he give you any trouble?" he asked, pointing at the door, indicating the man on the other side.

"No," she answered.

"Sit," he ordered.

Knowing the kind of man he was she did as she was told.

"Would you like a drink?"

Remembering what happened in the ballroom she looked at him when he spoke to her. "No thank you."

"Do you know why I asked you here?"

"No."

"I want for you to walk me through the hotel. To point out the things that need fixing, painting and what new furniture we need to get this hotel up to date. I can't very well sell it looking the way it is. You'll take notes and make any and all necessary calls to have the work done."

"Why me?" she asked, her hands in her lap, trying to stop them from shaking.

"Because you were the only one brave enough to talk to me, the others stood looking like scared little rabbits."

"I'm sorry I can't. I am already busy with cleaning."

"That's so cute, you actually think you have a choice in the matter," he scoffed. "You will do as I say, Miss Mosley." He got up and poured himself another drink and poured one for her. "Here, drink this, it will calm your nerves."

Putting the glass to her lips she took a long swig of the whiskey, she made a face as it burnt her throat going down. "What about the cleaning? I can't very well do it if I'm busy trailing after you all day."

"Someone else can do it," he said and poured them both another shot. "Tell me why it's so important to you that the hotel stays open."

Taking another long sip of her drink, and not used to drinking the hard stuff it gave her courage to speak to him. "Mr. Maestri, this is a fine hotel, it just needs some work done on it. Our clients are regulars who come here every year. They love the place and are treated with the utmost respect. They've come to know us as we have gotten to know them. The people who work here, well some of them have been here for years, it's like a second home to them."

"Miss Mosley, of all my hotels this is the only one that is not making as much money, so I see no reason to keep it running."

"Money isn't everything," she said, her eyes watching him.

"It is to me," he said, staring back at her.

"Won't you please at least think about it? What does it matter if one hotel is not as profitable as the others? It is still making money." She was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol she had consumed.

"Are you OK? he asked her when he saw her swaying in her seat.

"I don't usually drink hard liquor, it's starting to hit me. I think I should go home now if you don't mind."

"I will have someone drive you home."

She looked at him, her eyes wide with fear. "Not that man who is outside your door. I don't like him. I'll find my own way home." She stood to leave but her legs felt weak and she had to sit back down.

"Do not move," he ordered her and stood up. "I will make you some coffee first and then I'll have a cab drive you home." He left her and went into the tiny kitchen and plugged in the kettle, then added a teaspoon of instant coffee into a cup. Once the water boiled he poured it into the cup and took it out to her, her eyes were closed. "Miss Mosley."

Her eyes popped open and she sat up, reached out for the cup when he handed it to her and she thanked him.

"I wasn't sure how you took it so I left it black."

"This is fine," she answered and took a sip.

"Take your time, I will call for a cab and have it wait for you when you're ready." Going to his phone made the call and hung up.

Her hand shook a little, but that was because he was watching her, making her nervous. Putting the cup down when she was only half done stood up. "I'll go now."

"He walked her over to the door. "So tomorrow you will come with me, I will see to it that someone takes over your shift. Good evening Miss Mosley." Opening the door he waited till she was out before he shut it. Paige was dropped off at her small apartment twenty minutes from the hotel and when she went to pay the driver she was informed it had been taken care of. She knew it had to have been Mr. Maestri who paid so she would make sure to pay him back when she saw him again. Walking into her small two bedroom apartment that she shared with three other women went to the cabinet and grabbed the aspirins. The others weren't home yet, they never were as they had a busy social life. They only spend maybe four nights here, which was fine with her since it was small and she liked having some privacy. With two women in each bedroom, it was agreed they wouldn't bring a man back to spend the night. If she made a better income she would have gotten a place of her own, but the hotel did not pay their employees that well.

Slipping into her nightgown and getting into bed she laid there, unable to sleep. What would the others think when they find out she was going to be spending the day with the man who held their future in his hands. Would they resent her for helping him to get the place fixed up? She didn't want to do it but he was a man that without much effort was able to put fear in one's heart and she knew he wouldn't let her out of helping him.

Morning came and she crawled out of bed, dragging her tired and aching body into the shower. As the warm water ran down her body she thought about the day that was in store for her. How was she going to cope being around such a loathsome man? Putting on her best pair of jeans and blouse, applying just a touch of make-up she headed to the bus station. God help her if she was late meeting the all mighty Mr. Maestri.

Arriving at his room she knocked, The goon opened it and motioned for her to come in and when she did he walked out, shutting the door behind him. She stood there waiting and turned to look at him when he came from the bathroom. He was dressed casual, black pants, light blue dress shirt, no tie, no jacket. When he walked over to her she got a whiff of his cologne, that mixed with his own scent was pleasing to her. God, he smells so good.

"Miss Mosley, you're on time, I like that. Have you got a pen and pad to take notes?"

"Yes, sir," she said, looking him in the eye.

"Good, shall we go?" he asked. Placing his hand on the small of her back ushered her out the door.

His touch felt warm on her back, making her nervous. "Is your bodyguard not coming? I thought he was your shadow."

"I gave him the day off and I know how uncomfortable you are around him. So it's just you and me Paige, may I call you by your first name?"

"Yes," she answered, relieved that he finally removed his hand. "Where would you like to start?" she asked, taking out the pad and pen from her purse.

"Might as well start at the beginning, the main entrance and work our way up. I will tell you what I want changing and if you see something I've missed you will point it out."

Paige saw the looks they were getting from some of the employees. She wasn't sure if it was jealousy or disgust at the fact that she was helping the enemy. He was rattling things out so quickly that she was struggling to keep up with everything he wanted to be changed and they were not even off the main floor.

"Is there a problem?" he snapped when he noticed her frowning.

"Not really. I just wish you would slow down a little. It's hard keeping up with you and I'm not a secretary, I can't write shorthand."

"Well you better keep up Paige, time is money. Let's move into the kitchen," he said, his tone was harsh.

She clamped her mouth shut to stop from yelling at him. He was making her feel incompetent and she resented him for it. Following behind him she had an urge to give him the finger but knowing him he probably had eyes in the back of his head. He walked through the kitchen, frowning. It was not up to his standard, not clean enough and the kitchen staff wore their regular clothes under an apron. "I want this kitchen closed for a good cleaning, every inch must be washed and sterilized. Also, the staff will wear uniforms, no more street clothes. This is supposed to be a classy hotel, not some greasy diner." His eyes flashed anger and he knocked some pots down, making them crash to the floor to get everyone's attention.

"But the guests, they expect to have most of their meals here," Paige squeaked. Shock coursed through her body.

His head snapped to her. "Then give them vouchers to a restaurant where they can go eat until this disaster is cleaned up." Going over to a pot filled with food he dumped it into the sink and turned to the chefs. "As of this minute the kitchen is closed," he said and walked out, followed by Paige.

"Mr. Maestri," she called out as she tried to keep up with him. "Do you realize the cost of that? Not to mention all the people who will be out of work until it's cleaned, the kitchen help and the servers."

"Then the sooner they get it cleaned the sooner they can get back to work. And don't you ever question me again Paige, I won't tolerate it. I hope I've made myself clear."

His angry glare into her eyes made her take a step back and she looked away. "You have," she said, looking back up at him.

"Good, now let's check out the rooms."

She took notes as fast as she could, he had even more changes he was making. Her fear was that the hotel would have to be shut down while all the repairs and changes were being done. If that was the case would he be willing to continue paying their salaries? She would have to find the courage to ask him.

It was past noon and she was beginning to feel weak from lack of food. When he suggested they stop for lunch she had no idea he intended for them to dine together. He took her arm and led her outside and hailed a cab. "Shall I meet you back here after lunch?" she asked, looking confused when he opened the cab door and motioned for her to get in.

"We'll eat together, that way we can go over a few details," he answered, getting in next to her. He felt the friction between them when his thigh was up against hers, that was until she moved further over.

Stopping at the Hilton she looked over at him. "We're eating here?"

"Yes, do you have a problem with it?" he asked, curious.

"It's just that we're not properly dressed."

"They know me very well here, it won't be a problem."

God, he was so smug. It was like he thought that everyone should drop what they are doing just to cater to him and she wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.

They were given a seat by the window, he ordered a bottle of wine and ordered for the two of them. He didn't even ask what she wanted which angered her and spoke a little too harshly.

"I'm allergic to shellfish."

Clearly, he was not pleased with her tone of voice, his dark eyes narrowed when he looked back at her. Handing the waiter the menu changed the order to the special of the day. "I suggest you watch your tone around me, Paige."

Lifting the glass of wine to her lips she took a sip before speaking. "Some of the work that you want doing means the hotel may have to be closed for at least a week or two. Will you still pay the wages to the staff while they are off?"

"I suppose I could do that."

She smiled, not expecting him to give in so easily. "That's wonderful, thank you." "Regardless of what you think of me, I'm not completely heartless." He knew that she didn't expect this from him and was pleased by her reaction, one of surprise followed by a smile. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"My personal life is none of your business and has nothing to do with why we are here. Can we please just stick to the renovations?"

"I like to get to know the people I'm working with. You can either tell me or I can have a private investigator get me all the facts on you. Save me the time and trouble, answer my question."

"No, I don't have a boyfriend. My last relationship was three years ago when I was eighteen. It only lasted six months."

"Why so short?"

"He left me for an older woman, one who had lots of money." She stopped talking as the memory was too painful. She had given her virginity to him, thinking he was her one and only true love. He broke her heart but she forgave him like she always did to anyone who hurt her.

"You are very young and beautiful, you will find someone else."

"I'm not looking," she said, setting her glass down when the food arrived.

They went over what had to be done back at the hotel while they ate. An elderly woman walked past their table and as she was reaching into her pocket to take out a handkerchief some money fell on the floor, she hadn't noticed. But Paige did. Getting up she bends down, picking the fifty dollar bill calls out to the woman.

"Madam, you dropped this," she said and handed it to her.

"Oh thank you, dear, that is so kind of you to give it back to me."

"You're very welcome," Paige said, giving the old woman a big smile.

Gabriel turned his head to watch her and waited for her to come back. "Why would you bother? you could have just kept the money."

"It's called doing the right thing and the money doesn't belong to me. Would you not have done the same thing?"

"I would not waste my time over a mere fifty dollars. If people are stupid enough to leave money laying loosely in their pocket then they deserve what they get."

"You're so cold, what has turned you into such a cynical man?"

"Life," he replied. "If you're finished we'll go back to the hotel. I have some numbers to give you to call."

"Calls, what calls?"

"I'll be leaving tomorrow for about two to three weeks. You will have to call the contractors, painters and pick out the new furniture." Seeing the haunted look on her face he continued speaking. "I will make arrangements for someone to take over your duties, it will give you time to do the job I've handed you."

She couldn't believe the audacity of the man to just assume she would do it. But on the other hand, he had made it clear he didn't care what someone thought, he just expected them to do what he told them to do. Something told her that nobody ever said no to him.

Back at the hotel, they go up to his suite. "If that will be all I'll be leaving now," she said after he gave her a list of numbers to call.

"One more thing Paige," he said as he moved closer to her.

Before she could stop him he backed her up till she was leaning up against the wall. The palms of his hands rested on the wall on either side of her, she was trapped. "What the hell are you doing?" she snapped, fear raced through her veins.

"Do you still want to save the hotel?" he asked, his eyes moved down her face to her lips.

"You know I want nothing more than to have the hotel stay open."

"Well, there just might be a way."

She felt the heat from his body, his warm breath on her face as he leaned in even closer, their bodies almost touching. Curiosity overtook her fear and she had to ask him. "How?" A tremor ran through her when she saw the lust in his eyes.

"I'm willing to make a deal with you, one that will benefit both of us."

"What kind of deal?" she asked, her voice shook when she spoke, not sure if she wanted to hear what he was about to say. "SPEND THE NIGHT WITH ME."

SO I BET YOU THINK HE'S A REAL JERK. BUT IS HE AS BAD AS HE APPEARS TO BE? WHAT KIND OF DEAL DO YOU THINK HE IS TALKING ABOUT? KEEP THE COMMENTS COMING, I MIGHT POST ANOTHER EPISODES

HAVE SEX WITH ME

WRITTEN BY SUNNY JOHN

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CHAPTER 2

THIS STORY HAS A LOT OF SNUT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

"Sleep with me, let me make love to you tonight and I will keep the hotel running."

Paige felt as though she was going to pass out, the room was spinning and how she managed to stay standing was a mystery to her. "What?"

He ran his hand along her cheek. "Come back, around nine and let me make love to you and I promise I'll leave the hotel going and everyone will keep their jobs. I just want one night with you."

"I'm not a prostitute," she hissed at him.

"I know you're not. If I wanted a prostitute I would get one. I want you," he says, letting his eyes roam over her slender body.

"You sir are a depraved lunatic. There's no way I'll agree to sleep with you," she said, daring to give him a shove back.

He grabbed her, pulling her roughly into his arms. "Go home and think about it. Trust me when I tell you that you won't regret it. I can make you feel things you can only dream about. I will touch you in a way no man has ever done. One night Paige, that's all I want." Cupping the back of her head pulled her close and kissed her.

Her legs felt weak, her lips being crushed under his as he kissed her. It was rough, yet sensual as he devoured her mouth with such passion. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck but fought it, leaving them dangling by her side. When he stopped and moved from her she opened her eyes. He wore a smirk on his face and in the heat of her anger she slapped him, hard across the face. Her eyes went wide when she realized what she had done, afraid of what he'd do to her. She would bet that no woman had ever dared to hit him. To her surprise, all he did was rub his face, a small smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You have the fire in your eyes Paige, and passion in your soul."

She hurried over to the door and as she placed her hand on the knob his went on top of hers. "Let me out," she yelled.

"You can go. But think about the deal and if you decide to do it be here around nine." He then opened the door and she bolted to the elevator.

She wiped the sweat from her brow once the elevator doors closed, her heart was beating so hard she could almost hear it. That kiss scared her, she had never been kissed like that before and it left her weak, out of breath. God help her she liked it, she felt the wetness between her legs. How could a man she didn't like have this amount of effect on her with just one kiss? One thing she knew she wasn't going to sleep with him, he was nothing but a coldhearted monster.

Arriving home she thought everyone was out, so swearing she threw her purse across the room, hitting her roommate with it when the bedroom door opened.

"Hey," Kathy squealed when the purse hit her chest. "I've never heard you swear before, what's got you so worked up?"

"It's nothing," she says, picking up her purse. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you. I didn't think anyone was home." She felt embarrassed, it wasn't in her nature to lash out, let alone swear.

"Tell me, Paige," Kathy said, pulling her over to the small sofa and sat her down. "You and I have known each other for like four years now. We're friends and you know you can tell me anything and I won't breathe a word to the others."

"Well, you know about the hotel closing and how I've been working with the owner, against my will. He said he was willing to keep it open if I made a deal with him."

Kathy's eyes widened. "Deal, what kind of deal?"

"I'd rather not discuss it, it's just too sick," Paige said, shaking her head.

Now Kathy was not one to let things go and she could be very persistent, wearing one down until they started talking. She had a feeling this was going to be juicy. "Paige, we both know when something is bothering you it's better that you get it out, it will make you feel better, and see things more clearly."

"You aren't going to let it go are you?"

"No, so start talking."

Paige looked down at her hands which was still shaking. "He says if I sleep with him tonight he'll keep the hotel open and everyone will be able to keep their jobs. I can't do it, Kathy. It's wrong to have sex for financial gain, I'm not a prostitute."

"Of course you're not. But tell me, what does he look like?"

"What has that got to do with anything?"

"Nothing, I'm just curious," Kathy said with a smile on her face. "Really though, is he good looking?"

Paige rolled her eyes, that was all Kathy thought about, whether a man was good looking or not. "Yes, very much so, but he's dangerous looking. His eyes are dark and cold, they hold no warmth in them. Honestly, he kind of scares me."

"Ok, let's think this through. He's a gorgeous billionaire who wants to spend one night with you and for that, you and the others will keep your jobs. I don't really see a problem with that."

Paige jumped off the sofa and started pacing. "It's wrong, I can't sleep with a man I don't know just to keep my job."

"If you don't then you'll lose your job, then what will you do?" Kathy asked.

Tilting her head back she closed her eyes and groaned. "I don't know."

"You can always come work at the club. Earl is always looking to hire young dancers," Kathy said, knowing damn well Paige would never strip.

"Seriously Kathy, as if I would." She points to her breasts. "Besides, these aren't big enough to fit the requirements."

"Yeah, you may be right," she laughs. "One night with the man can't be that bad. And he will be going back to Italy soon and you'll never have to see him again, right?"

"Right," She nods. "What if he's into some rough and kinky stuff? What if he's violent and hurts me?"

"Then you tell him right from the start that you're not into it or the deals off." She takes Paige's hand and drags her into the bedroom. Rooting through her closet and takes out a short black dress. "You can wear this, you'll look so hot in it you'll have him eating out of your hands."

"I don't want him eating out of my hands."

"If you decide to do this then you must have the upper hand." She goes to the dresser and takes out a pair of red panties and bra, the price tags still on them. "You can have these, they're both too small for me but will fit you perfectly."

Taking the panties she blushed. They were so sexy and see-through, the bra was also very sheer and her nipples would be seen through the material. "I don't know about this. I was just going to wear jeans and a sweatshirt."

"Don't be silly, you might as well look hot," Kathy said with a smile on her face. "I have to go to work now. If I'm late Earl will have a fit. "Look hon, doing this will not make you a bad person, men have been using women for years, it's time for some payback." With that, she picked up her purse and walked out.

Paige fought between her morals and her wanting to save all those peoples job. Maybe Kathy was right. If two consenting adults wanted to have sex what would be the harm? And if there was to be something gained from it is it still wrong? In the end, she decided to go ahead and take one for the team. Well, it wouldn't be too bad, she was sure it would be over in minutes and would never have to see him again. So jumping into the shower her thoughts went back to the kiss. That kiss showed her how powerful he was, how he took control, showing her he was in charge, not her.

Putting on the bra and panties that Kathy gave her she checked herself out in the mirror. They were way too revealing and thought about changing but noticing the time left them on. The dress fit her to a tee. She brushed her hair and instead up putting it into a ponytail left it down.

Taking a deep breath she puts on her jacket, she hoped no one she worked with was still there, she didn't want them seeing her. The night shift didn't know her so she wasn't worried about them. Checking her makeup, satisfied she left her small apartment and headed to the hotel and to the devil himself.

Stepping into the elevator she started having second thoughts. What if he ignored her request not to be abusive and forced himself on her. He was a strong, muscular man, taller than her. She was petite and had little strength, he could easily overpower her. Taking a deep breath she steps off the elevator, it felt as if she were walking in slow motion as she took baby steps towards the door to his suite.

She tapped on the door lightly, hoping he wouldn't hear it and she could leave. But the door opened immediately, and fear coursed through her veins when it was the big goon who answered it. She didn't know his name, nor did she want to. What was Mr. Maestri planning, was he expecting to have the man join in?

"Come in Miss Mosley, Mr. Maestri will be right with you. Have a seat over there," he said, pointing to the sofa. "May I take your coat?"

"No," she said, clutching the top of her jacket. She walked over and sat down, feeling relief when the man walked out, leaving her alone. She was a jumble of nerves, though it was warm in the room she felt a chill.

When he entered the room she looked up at him. Damn, he was so handsome in his dark suit and his hair also dark, almost black, his masculine scent drifted over to her.

"Paige, I'm so glad you decided to come," he said as he walked over to her. Taking her hand he pulls her to her feet and turns her around. "Let me help you out of your coat," he said, his hands on it pulls it slowly over her shoulders and down. "You smell so good." His mouth was so close to her neck.

"Mr. Maestri, I want you to know I won't allow any form of abuse or kinky stuff so if you plan on hurting me I will walk out right now."

Turning her around to face him he cupped her face in his hand. "I will do a lot of things to you, but hurting you is not one of them." He ran his thumb along her bottom lip and grinned when it started to quiver. "Would you like a drink?"

"Yes," she said when he removed his hand. She inadvertently ran her tongue over her lip where his thumb had touched.

Gabriel handed her a glass of champagne and sat down next to her. "You can stop calling me Mr. Maestri when we are alone, call me Gabriel." He watched with amusement when she lifted the flute to her lips and drank it all in one gulp.

"Can I have another one?" she asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"You wouldn't be trying to get drunk now would you?" He gets up and brings her back another, handing it to her.

"No, she answers, shaking her head. "I'm just a little nervous. I'm not in the habit of coming to a strangers room for the sole purpose of having sex. Blackmail sex," she said before thinking.

"It's not blackmailing Paige."

She looked up at him. "What would you call it?"

"I call it two people getting together to enjoy the pleasure of each others flesh."

He takes her glass from her hand and places it on the table. He stands up, holding out his hand for her to take.

He helps her up, his eyes traveled down her face to what he thought was an amazing cleavage. "I like this dress you have on, you look so beautiful." His hand went around her throat and he pulled her close, his mouth came down forcefully on hers. Satisfying his need to taste her lips he released her, grinning when he saw how her chest was heaving, it was sexy and he knew she had enjoyed the kiss. "Go over to the bed and take off your clothes and get in," he ordered her.

The feel of his hand over her throat and his kiss left her breathless. The tone of his voice and the dark look in his eyes she knew there was no way she could resist. Like someone in a trance, she moved towards the bed, with her back to him she reached around and slowly pulled the zipper now, not realizing the slower she did this only added to his burning desire to have her. As the dress fell to the floor she went to get under the covers but stopped when he called out.

"No, take it all off and face me, I want to see you." His cock grew hard when he saw what she looked like, she had on panties and a bra that was so damn sexy, her nipples showed through the sheer material. He watched as she removed the bra first, her breasts were perfect, small but so round and firm. When she slid down the panties he had to bite down on his tongue, she was perfect. "Beautiful," he said softly." *********

As she was about to get into bed he stopped her again, saying he wanted to get a good look at her. Her eyes moved down and she blushed when she saw the bulge in his pants growing. She silently cursed herself when she found that her core was throbbing and she felt the wetness between her thighs. How could she possibly be turned on when she was about to do something that others would think wrong, even if it was for a good cause. Both excited and afraid she climbed into the oversized bed and pulled the covers over her.

She wanted to look away when he started taking his clothes off as he walked over. But she couldn't, it was like her head was being held and her eyes wouldn't close. Her heart fluttered, sweat formed on her body when she saw his chiseled abs, his arms strong and muscular and a tattoo of a scorpion etched on his left arm. The sound of his zipper being pulled down seems so loud to her and when his pants and briefs were off she stifled a gasp. His manhood was huge and standing at attention. A thought crossed her frazzled brain, how could she of all people have this much effect on a man. After all, she wasn't a beauty by any means, she was small and in her mind was a plain Jane.

She laid there as he got into bed next to her, a shiver went through her when he then got on top of her, his warm, hot flesh touching hers. Their eyes locked together, she felt the heat from his hand when he brushed her hair away from her face. His broad shoulders filled her vision and she looked back into his eyes, eyes that were filled with danger. His position was pressing his hardness more intimately against that aching throb between her legs, she felt the hot, velvety length of him on her flesh. When he lowered his mouth he took hers with a possession that rocked her to the core. She was powerless to stop his tongue from forcing its way into her mouth, the feel of it caressing her own tongue she couldn't stop the small moan that reverberated against his mouth.

His mouth left hers and moved down her chin to her neck, leaving a path of feather-like kisses along the way, his hand cupped her one breast, running his thumb over the nipple. Without meaning to she arched her back when he took her breast into his mouth sucking on the nipple, it felt so good and she ran her hands through his hair. Her breathing became raggy and choppy, his musky scent filled her nostrils. His hand moved down to the folds of her pussy, using his fingers he slid inside, rubbing her clit in a circular motion. Eyes closed tightly she squirmed frantically against his fingers, flashes of lights behind her lids appeared when her body spasmed and she felt herself coming. "Oh, Oh Oh God," she screamed.

Just when she thought he was done and would get his own release he moved his mouth down to between her legs. His tongue flickered against her sensitive folds, she jerked when his tongue entered her. He moved inside her, going deeper and moving from side to side, his hands under her ass held her close as he continued his attack on her. She grabbed the headboard as her body shook when another orgasm occurred. She was spent, weak and couldn't take anymore, but he was not done with her.

His mouth came down hard when he kissed her mouth, she could hear his heavy breathing and his moans as the blunt tip of his manhood entered her. He moved slowly at first but soon his thrusts became harder, filling her to the very core and he plunged in deeper and faster. The feel of his cock inside her felt so good and she began moving to the rhythm of his thrusts. **************************************

Gabriel had intended to just fuck her quickly, to prove to her that he always got what he wanted. But once his lips tasted the sweetness of her mouth he changed his mind. It was obvious she was naive when it came to sex. Her scent, the taste of her soft flesh sent his head into a tailspin, he had to have more of her. She tasted sweet as he savagely attacked her pussy, willing her to come, which she did. Usually, it turned him off hearing a woman making so much noise, it always sounded so fake. But coming from Paige it excited him like never before, therefore it encouraged him to do more to her. With skill, he touched, kissed and sucked, bringing her to two orgasms. His balls were aching, his cock hard and throbbing it was the time he got his own release. She was tight when he entered her, and so wet for him, the muscles in his stomach tightened. The heat from her when she was wrapped around his cock, he felt her clamping down on his shaft, the feeling was amazing and he groaned, letting go he took her hard, pounding into her, hearing her screams once again when they both came.

Still inside he looked down at her face that was flushed, her eyes glazed. He moved the hairs that were stuck to the sweat that she was covered in. " You were amazing, so beautiful." Giving her a kiss, one that was hot, forceful he finally stopped and rolled over onto his back. ********

She laid there for what seemed like forever, trying to catch her breath. This was totally unexpected, she thought it was going to be a quick one. But instead, he took his time, he was so skilled in the way he made love to her. Yes, it was making love, not just sex. Her body was alive for the first time ever, was this what making love was really about? When she gave her virginity to Jerry at eighteen it was not like this, nor any of the other the times they were together. If what she did by agreeing to this was wrong she didn't care, it was too good to feel that way. She also knew this was a one time deal. When she heard his even breathing and knew he was asleep she slipped quietly out of bed and reached for her clothes.

"Where are you going?"

She turned to look at him, covering herself with her clothes as best she could. "Home," she answered shyly.

He put his hands behind his head, his eyes moving over her body. "You don't have to go, you can wait until morning."

Her eyes downcast, she just couldn't bring herself to look at him. "No, I need to leave," she said and made a mad dash to the bathroom.

Washing up she then puts on her bra and panties and stared at herself in the mirror. Her face had a pinkish tint to it, her lips were swollen. She ran her fingertips over them, remembering how he kissed her with such force, and yet she liked the way it felt. As good as the sex was she still felt a tinge of sadness and regret in the way she gave her body so freely to him, and mostly for enjoying it. Now she had to walk back into the bedroom and she could only hope that he would be asleep.

So putting on her dress and brushing her hair she walked ever so quietly as not to wake him. But no such luck, he wasn't in bed. She found him in the main room, wearing pants but no shirt. God, he looked so damn hot with his hair all messed up, not to mention his muscular chest.

"I ordered a car to take you home, it will be a few minutes." He hands her a glass of champagne which she accepted, she needed it. After what they had done, and being this close to him it made her nervous. He acted as though nothing had happened, as though it was a normal thing for him, which it probably was.

He took the glass from her when she finished it and using his finger put it under her chin, lifting her head so that she had to look at him. "I really enjoyed the time we spent together, you were amazing," he said, brushing his lips lightly against hers.

Grabbing her purse she opened the door and hurried to the elevator, she had to get away from him. At home, she took a long, hot shower. Her body still tingled from his lovemaking, she could still feel his tongue inside her and the way his cock felt as he moved in her, moving in and out as his pace sped up.

HAVE SEX WITH ME

WRITTEN BY SUNNY JOHN

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CHAPTER 3

Throwing on a nightgown she crawled into bed, glad that none of the others were home. She tossed and turned all night, sleep did not come easily.

On her way to work the next morning she prayed that he had left and she wouldn't have to face him. Again luck was not on her side. He was standing at the front desk with his bodyguard and his bags on the floor. If only she had waited a half hour. She tried to walk past him without being noticed but the clerk shouted out.

"There she is now Mr. Maestri."

She stopped dead in her tracks and held her breath. But he motioned her over with a wave of his finger. His eyes held no warmth or recognition of what they had done, it was like it never happened for him.

"Miss Mosley, here are some phone numbers. Call them and get started on the repairs. I have made arrangements for someone to cover your shift. I want your complete attention on the project so you'll be staying in my suite while I'm gone. Make sure to get the furniture we picked out. I'll be back in three weeks and expect to see an improvement."

"I don't need to stay in your suite," she answered.

"I'm not asking you to stay in there, I'm telling you," he said abruptly and giving his guard a look they walked out.

Paige was furious, how dare he order her around, and yes, she was offended. He treated her like crap, and after the night they had, the way he kissed her and said it was amazing. If she didn't know it before she sure did now, that he was one cold-hearted bastard.

WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS, WAS SHE WRONG TO SLEEP WITH HIM? WAS HE BEING CRUEL AND COLD WHEN HE SAW HER THE NEXT DAY? WHAT DO YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN WHEN HE RETURNS?