Seduced by His Fake Fiance

I had only seen him from behind. That view was impressive but nothing compared to what I saw right now. His chest was broad and hard with ridges running down over his abdomen like a ladder. Fine hair sprinkled over his lower abs and a trail of it disappeared beneath his dress pants. Every move he made cause a ripple effect that had me mesmerized.

He pulled his belt free and unbuttoned his pants. They slithered down his legs and he stepped out of them and his shoes.

Naked now except for a pair of black boxers that hugged his body like a second skin, his huge erection strained against the fabric. He advanced like a panther, barely restrained power radiating from him.

He stopped less than a foot from me. "I want you naked."

He didn't ask me, he told me. For one second, I thought about saying no, but then I remembered his demands in the elevator. In this room, I was his. I reached behind me and found the short zipper along my lower back. It was all that held the dress in place.

The straps slid off my shoulders, then the dress fell in a silky pool on the floor.

Madden reached out and traced one finger in a lazy circle around my nipple. I sucked in a breath. He did the same to the other side, avoiding the now hardened tip. The desire that had cooled suddenly sprang to life again.

Despite the heat of the night, I shivered.

"You are beautiful, Skylar." His gaze rose until I was looking into intensely dark eyes "And tonight, you're mine. Come here."

I took a step forward and now we were only an inch apart. He lifted his hands and ran his fingers lightly up my sides. They danced over my shoulders, up my neck, and one hand tangled in the hair at the base of my neck, holding me still.

Madden lowered his head and his lips ghosted over my jaw. I closed my eyes with a low moan when he nipped at my earlobe. Moisture built between my legs and I shifted, trying for any amount of friction there.

Madden dropped his free hand and dug his fingers into my hip, anchoring me, keeping me from moving at all. He sucked on the skin just under my ear and my legs began trembling. I wanted to touch him, to taste him like he was doing to me, but I couldn't. Not while he held me in place

My life was in the toilet. Literally.

I stood back and put the scrub brush back into its holder. This was what my life had come to; cleaning toilets for a living. I'd only been doing it for three days and already hated it. But it was money--pretty decent money--and right now, I had none.

I spritzed the mirror with cleaner and wiped in broad strokes, trying to avoid my own reflection.

I should be in Portland right now, starting my dream job with a dream agency. I'd spent four years busting my ass with a double major in Accounting and Business Management and it had paid off in a big way.

McKeller and Associates, the largest and most respected accounting firm in Portland had recruited me right before graduation to become a Junior Accountant in their new business development department.

I was supposed to start there last week.

Only instead of starting the amazing new job I'd worked so hard for, I'd been forced to run away from my life I'd built with what money I had saved, only making it as far as Boston.

The crappy motel on the edge of the city wasn't anything at all, but it was cheap. I'd applied with a temp agency the next morning, though I didn't dare look for a job in my field. That would be the first place Jacob would look for me. His reach was far and wide and I couldn't take the chance that he would find me.

So I'd accepted this job.

Cleaning in a huge high rise that had more security than Fort Knox. I even had to sign a nondisclosure.

To clean toilets.

I knew this was the Cross Building. The owner, Madden Cross, had his picture in the lobby, along with three other men, all high management. Every night for the past three I had passed through security and glanced at the picture of Madden. There was no denying that he was handsome. Chiseled chin, strong nose, and piercing blue eyes. Arrogance shone from them even in the photo. A smirk whispered across his lips, as if he were laughing at every person walking past.

His office was on the top floor of the high rise. That was the one I cleaned. There were four large offices, the executive suites, which were always locked.

I was hired to clean the common areas up here. And there were even specific instructions in my contract that stated I was at no time to go into any of the offices for any reason.

Almost as if they thought I might just want to go hog wild, cleaning the executive suites for the fun of it...

I tucked my cleaner and cloth back onto the cart that had everything I needed, and pushed it out of the bathroom. There were only two restrooms on this floor so it really didn't take me long to clean them. It was the dusting I hated. Miles of windows lined the hallway. It was a beautiful view to be sure, but it didn't make it any better when I had to wash every single one.

I pulled out my iPhone and tucked the earbuds into my ears. It was the only way to get through my last task for the night. Adele filled my ears and I grabbed my cloth and spray. Soon I lost myself in her deep sultry voice.

The thing about music is that it takes you away, so by the time I'd reached the end of the playlist I made, I was almost done. I pulled my earbuds free and started cleaning the huge mirror across the hall from the office with a big chrome M on the door. The boss. The owner. Madden Cross. I'd never seen him in person before.

Well, I hadn't seen anyone who actually worked there, as we went in well after ten every night.

As I wiped in big circles, movement caught my eye. It was in the reflection, but that meant it was also behind me. Instead of turning around, I stared at the part of the mirror that showed me the door to the office. It was ajar. Normally all of them were closed and locked. There. A shadow moved somewhere in the room.

Goose bumps had sprung up on my arms. I was the only one on this floor.

Nobody else should have been in the offices at this time of night.

What if someone had broken into the building? Before I called 911, I had to be sure. Making as little noise as possible, I tiptoed across the hall, the carpet muffling my shoes.

The door was open about a foot and the room inside awash in darkness, except for the light coming in from the windows.

Another noise.

I was sure I just heard something breathe. With my finger on Send, I peeked my head into the room.

It took a moment for my brain to catch up with what my eyes saw. There were people inside the office for sure, but it was clear that they were not stealing anything. In fact, there would be nowhere to put anything to steal.

They were both naked.

The woman was bent over the desk with her hands tied behind her back and she had her face tilted to the side, resting on the desk. If she had not been wearing a blindfold, she would have been looking right at me.

The man had his back to me but in the dim light, I could see his broad back narrowing down to a tapered waist, and then lower. The muscles in his ass tightened and released, and it was then I realized that he was fucking her. I took a small step back and pressed my fingers to my lips to keep from making any noise.

Unable to stop myself, my gaze wandered back to the couple. With every powerful thrust he made, her body jerked forward and she moaned. Something deep inside me tightened, almost like I could feel her pleasure.

As I watched, he reached out and tangled his fingers in her hair, then jerked it back so that her head lifted as she moaned louder still. The man pressed down with his free hand on her lower back until she was bowed and immobile.

Then as he held her in place, he began driving into her. Now her moans were almost screams, punctuated by each thrust. Wetness seeped from my pussy. I'd never seen anyone fucking like this before, at least not right in front of me, and I could not look away. The woman was helpless to do anything but take him. My nipples ached with every breath I took.

Her moans grew louder and he thrust faster.

My breathing had gone erratic and I could hear my own heartbeat throbbing in my ears. But then the woman started to cry out and her entire body went rigid. He growled and slammed into her, driving her against the desk as she writhed with her orgasm. Then his ass clenched and the unyielding muscles in his back he froze. With a deep sound that sank right to my bones, he came.

I clenched around nothing, desperate to ease the throbbing ache between my own legs. I started to reach down and then remembered where I was.

God.

As I came back to myself and realized how stupid I'd been to stand there and stare-he turned his head and looked directly at me. He was still inside her, his entire muscular body was bathed in sweat.

When our eyes met, he didn't even look particularly surprised.

My mouth opened and closed.

And then he gave the tiniest little sneer of a smile. I turned around and ran out of the office, then.

I'd just watched the owner of the company fuck some tied up woman in his office, and almost got off on it.

And he'd caught me watching.

Heat burned in my cheeks but I could feel arousal zinging through me still. Wet, swollen and hot, I had to bite back a moan with every step. It seemed to take forever to reach the bathroom I had just cleared. I pushed inside and slid the lock into place. The woman staring back at me in the mirror was flushed and I could see her chest rising and falling.

What are you doing? What is wrong with you?

I wasn't some creeper who got off on watching other people, but something about that man, the power radiating from him, got to me.

Water filled the sink and I splashed it over my face. Get a grip, Skylar.

After several more minutes of cold water, I could finally breath normally. There was still a flush spread over my chest, but at least I could move without moaning. Now that the edge had been taken away, embarrassment flooded through me.

I'd stood and watched two people having sex. I could have backed out of the room the second I saw them, but I didn't.

And the image of him meeting my eyes at the last moment before I'd run out-it was burned into my mind so vividly. I couldn't stop replaying the little grin on his face, the look of total confidence on his face.

He hadn't seemed at all surprised I'd been there, nor had he cared about getting caught screwing a woman in his office.

It was almost as though he'd enjoyed me there, watching.

I blotted the rest of the water off my face and unlocked the door. The hall was quiet and the door to Madden Cross's office was now closed. All I had to do was get my cleaning cart, which I had left right outside that office, and I could go home. The building was quiet and I made it down the hall without a sound. My cart was small and the wheels didn't make a sound as I turned it around. I had to take it back down to the maintenance room on the first floor and I was good.

A soft click sounded behind me and I froze.

"Would you step inside, please." The deep timbre of a man's voice vibrated down to my bones. I let go of the cart and turned slowly.

It was him.

Madden Cross.

The man I had just watched having sex. He was dressed now in black trousers and a crisp white shirt. His tie was undone and his dark, wavy hair messy-the only indication that only minutes before, he'd been pounding into a woman tied up on his desk. Heat burned up my neck when I met his intense stare. Dark eyes were one hundred percent focused on me. His lips were tight and his expression inscrutable. Power radiated from him, and being this close, it was both intimidating and exciting.

He moved aside and stepped into his office, my gaze moving to the desk uninvited. I heard the door close behind me and could not stop the jerk of my muscles.

"What's your name." He stepped back into my line of vision, and my personal space and I craned my neck to look up at him. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited.

"Skylar Kinsey."

"Do you enjoy being a voyeur Ms. Kinsey?"

Shit. Deny, deny, deny. That's what my father taught me when I was five, right before he took off for good. "I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean."

"So that's how you're going to play this? Let me be clear. This is my building, my office, my everything. When you are here, you are mine."

A burst of unwanted desire raced through me and I sucked in a breath. After what I'd seen, those words were much more potent than just words.

"I expect honesty from every employee," he continued, "even the ones hired on my behalf. And I value my privacy." He took a step forward and I could feel the heat radiating from his body. A masculine scent enveloped my senses. Part expensive cologne, part...sex. Visions flickered through my head. The way he held that woman's hair. The way he thrust inside her, used her body for his pleasure. Took what he wanted.

He was over six foot and I already knew he was all hard planes and angles under his expensive shirt and pants. The air around us vibrated with authority. It was obvious that he always got what he wanted. I arched my head back when he stepped closer. His hot breath washed over my ear and my knees shook.

"Which means, Ms. Kinsey," he practically purred, "that you are fired."

I blinked and he was gone, across the room and behind his desk, dismissing me. Cool air collided with my overheated skin and I shivered. Fired? I had no more money left. This job was all I had.

"No," I blurted out.

He looked at me as if he didn't know why I was still standing there. His gaze sharpened. The way he looked at me now was predatory. Like he was going to leap over his desk and devour me any second. "Excuse me?" he said.

I cleared my throat. Blood pounded in my ears and the voice in my head screamed what the fuck are you doing? "I won't let you fire me."

He narrowed his gaze on me. The room seemed to shrink, yet I held my ground. I had nothing to lose. That's what he didn't get. That's what would keep me from going down without a fight.

"If you let me keep my job, I won't tell anyone what I saw tonight." Oh god, now I was into blackmail? My entire body tensed, waited for him to toss me out the window like he could if he wanted.

His gaze darkened. "You enjoy scrubbing toilets so much that you would blackmail me to keep doing it?"

I gritted my teeth. Someone like him would not understand. People with so much money they could do whatever the hell they wanted without a second thought didn't get the whole 'support yourself because no one else will' problem.

"I'd rather not starve and have to sleep in my car," I said between clenched teeth.

One eyebrow lifted up. "In that case, why not go straight for what you want? Why not ask for money?"

Was he telling her to blackmail him for money? "That's criminal." I ignored the voice in my head telling me to do it. To blackmail him. But if I did, I'd be exactly the kind of person that Jacob accused me of being. No good. Worthless.

Madden snorted. "Like that's ever stopped anyone. Surely you have your price Ms. Kinsey, everyone does."

"You couldn't afford it," I blurted out. I pressed my fingers to my mouth. What the hell made me say that out loud? I was not going to demand money from him.

His gaze narrowed in on me and that same smirk from the picture turned his lips up. "Ten thousand dollars?"

The floor tilted and my mouth fell open. He said it as if it were nothing. With that much, I could get further away, well away from JACOB, and have enough left to start over. For real. My hand dropped to my side and I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. So tempting.

When I looked up at him he was staring at my mouth.

I was all over the place and couldn't think straight. Was I actually considering what he offered?

"Just letting me keep my job is fine, Mr. Cross," I breathed out.

He stepped right in front of me again and used one finger to tilt my chin up. The air in my lungs froze. His eyes were dark and glittering with something that made my toes curl. "Call me Madden," he said in a low, rumbly voice. His thumb drifted over my jawline and I almost tilted my head into his touch. Electricity followed in the wake of his touch, clouding my ability to think. Being this close to him was like taking a drug that made every nerve ending stretch tight while my blood felt like warmed honey.

I shook my head to try and clear the fog. "What?"

"My name. Say it, Ms. Kinsey and you have your ten thousand dollars."

I swallowed loudly. It would be so easy to just say his name. My throat tightened and my mouth went dry. Why did he want this so badly? I could see it burning in his eyes. It was that desire that made me want to open my mouth and do what he asked.

Why was I fighting it so hard? Wasn't money exactly what I needed? Why I'd started working here in the first place. With one word I could have more than I needed to get further away from Maine than I had planned.

"And yet you hesitate still. Interesting."

Madden...Yes in my head I could call him that.

He leaned closer. "I don't know many people who still have principles, Ms. Kinsey. You intrigue me."

I could not hold back the shudder when he slid his hand down the column of my neck. He held me there, firm but not forceful. I could step away if I wanted, but I didn't. Not while he was looking at me like that. "Should I sweeten the deal? I can feel your pulse racing under my fingers. Did you like what you saw earlier?"

Madden leaned in so close that our noses were almost touching. His gaze burned into mine.

"Did you wish it were you?" His silky soft voice washed over my lips as he caressed the heartbeat pounding in my neck.

Caught up in his stare, I nodded before I realized what I'd done. Triumph flashed across his face. "Ten thousand dollars and the weekend. With me. That's my only offer now." His fingers skated along my collarbone, releasing a rush of desire through my body.

Would it be so bad, spending a weekend with him? I glanced up from under my eyelashes to study him. I could tell that he was used to getting what he wanted, but why did he want me?

"Why?" I asked. He had not moved away and the heat radiating from him only heightened the spell he had on me. There was no denying that my body craved what he was offering. It had since the minute I stepped into the office and saw him with that woman.

"Because we're both adults and we both want something here. Spend the weekend with me. I have business I need to attend to, but then...I'd like to give you my undivided attention." His eyes got even darker and he brushed his lips across my jaw. "Two days, Skylar. That's all I want."

I was on the verge of declining, of trying to do the logical thing, when he said my name. The huskiness in his voice, the promise, tipped me over the edge. I wanted to know what his fingers felt like gripping my hips, moving me how he liked best, playing my body until I couldn't take anymore.

My chest ached from the need to breathe. Madden sucked all the air of the room with his presence, leaving me no other choice but to cling to him.

I could give him two days.

I wanted to and there was no use denying it. My life had been spun out of control but this was one choice I could make for myself and I did.

"Okay." I whispered, cementing the deal with this red hot devil of a man.

At exactly eight the next morning, someone knocked on the door of my motel room.

My overnight bag was packed for the weekend-but then again, it had always been packed. It was the same stuff I'd taken with my when I'd run away from Jacob and my old life in Maine.

All I saw when I peeked through the peephole of my door was a dark uniform. A blinding panic took over.

My hands went numb and my entire body shook.

Oh god, how did he find me?

I backed away from the door. There was only the one window in the front of the room. How was I going to get out?

The knock came again, louder now. Then...voices.

A harder knock. "Ms Kinsey, if you don't get your ass out here in thirty seconds, the deal is off."

Relief so sweet that I almost melted into the dirty puke green carpet. It wasn't Jacob-It was Madden. I inhaled air into my lungs and tried to get my racing heartbeat under control.

I was still safe.

I pushed the chain out of the lock and opened the door to find a very irritated Madden Cross with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

"In the future, Ms Kinsey, when I knock I expect you to answer immediately."

In the daylight, he looked even larger than life looming in the doorway. I reached down and grabbed my bag. He took it from me and handed it to a man in a navy blue uniform standing next to the door.

"And how high would you like me to jump? Just so I'm prepared and all," I snarked. I'd gotten maybe three hours of sleep while tossing and turning imagining the thousand ways I might die this weekend after agreeing to go away with a virtual stranger. Then I'd remember what I saw him doing to that woman in his office, how he made me feel with just a touch, and just like that my body went from cold to burning hot.

Adding to all my confusion was the fact that I had no money and motel instant coffee and day old donuts were almost worse than nothing at all. I was irritable to say the least.

"You'll jump as high as I want," he said. Amusement danced in his tone and I looked up at him. He seemed more relaxed this morning, softer, if that was possible for such a chiseled body and face. Instead of a business suit, he had on a black button up short sleeve shirt and jeans today. It made him seem more approachable, but it also accented the muscles in his arms that rippled with every movement. Strong enough to hold a woman in place...

We hadn't even left the motel parking lot and I was already getting all hot and bothered. I knew what the deal had been for, I wasn't some naive country girl. He was bringing me with him for sex.

I just didn't know when he expected it.

"Are you ready, Ms Kinsey?" Madden put his hand on my lower back and guided me to the enormous limo waiting in the parking lot. The man in the uniform opened the door and I ducked inside after a slight encouraging pressure on my back.

"Skylar," I said absently as Madden slid in across from me. Holy god. I had never in my life seen anything like this. "Wow."

Madden chuckled and I realized that I must have said it out loud. But really, this was amazing. Polished chrome gleamed in the lights running along both sides of the inside of the roof, flanking a moon-roof that was closed. A glass-top bar took up almost one whole side of the car and there was so much room I could have laid down on the floor.

I glanced over at Madden who had sat back and was watching me with that smirk on his lips. A rise of heat climbed up my neck. Maybe it was the first time I'd ever been in a limo, and yes, I might be a little wide eyed at it all. I straightened my shoulders and leaned back against the soft black leather seat. Then I tilted my chin up and met his stare.

"It's okay I guess," I said in my best nonchalant, bored voice. "But I thought these things always had hot tubs in them or something."

Madden threw back his head and laughed. The sound, thick and rich like expensive whiskey, warmed me from the inside. As soon as he got into the car, it seemed to shrink. He had a presence that no one would deny. This man was an enigma already. Last night he'd been harsh and demanding and I'd responded to it like a desert flower to water. Today, the arrogance was still there, he wore it as easily as that shirt, but he seemed more relaxed.

"So we're going where?" I asked. The limo glided forward and I watched as we passed my little grey Mini Cooper. I used all my money to pay for the room for two weeks, so it should be okay parked there for the weekend.

"I've recently purchased a resort that is currently under renovation. I need to go over several things with the foreman and a meeting with one of the investors, but after that..." His intense gaze pierced mine and my breath stuttered. Nothing more was said about after, but his glance kept moving between me and his phone.

Each time I felt more and more undressed.

I didn't have many clothes and definitely nothing worthy of a resort, even one in the midst of construction. My jeans were clean and this morning I had chosen a light peasant blouse that was probably the dressiest thing I owned. At least my toes were still painted pink from last week's pedicure and didn't look bad in my strappy white sandals.

"Where is this resort? In the city?"

Madden looked up from his phone. "Off the coast of South Carolina. Its really an island that was turned into a resort about thirty years ago."

He bought an island. In the Atlantic. I don't know why I thought it was local. It never occurred to me that we might be traveling someplace. "You bought an entire island?"

"It's what I do." He glanced at his phone, sighed, then set it on the console next to his seat. Then he reached over to the bar and opened a cupboard I didn't even notice was there. Ice clinked into a glass and then he poured something amber over the cubes. "Would you like something? Wine? Mimosa? Sparkling juice?"

"Water?"

The way my stomach flipped over every time he looked at me, it was probably the best idea. Keep it simple.

Madden reached into a small fridge, also concealed and made to look like part of the cabinets, and handed me a Pellegrino.

I flashed a nervous smile. "So you buy islands on a regular basis?"

"Real Estate. I thought everyone in the city knew what Cross Industries did? You work there and you had no idea?" He tipped back the glass and his throat moved as he swallowed. Even that was strong. He set the glass down and stared at me. Right. He'd asked a question.

"The agency that hired me only told me the company name. I just got to town a few days ago so I wasn't familiar with you or your business. It's not really forthcoming inside either. Nothing really identifies what you do."

Madden smirked again. "The enormous pictures of high rises on every wall didn't give it away?"

"You could be a computer nerd with a fetish for tall pointy things for all I know." All my life I had lacked a filter on my thoughts. They sprang to mind and came out of my mouth. It was the cause of most of the problems I had with just about everyone growing up. Something I had not outgrown either apparently. The second I said it, I felt the heat in my cheeks. After last night I was pretty sure I already knew what his fetishes were.