It Started with a Contract

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  Copyright© 2017 Sam Crescent

  ISBN: 978-1-77339-183-0

  Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

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  IT STARTED WITH A CONTRACT

  Curvy Women Wanted, 2

  Sam Crescent

  Copyright © 2017

  Chapter One

  “What the hell are you doing here?”

  Hadley Green looked down at the location of her appointment for the job. “Curvy housekeeper wanted” had been the title that caught her attention. Add in the fact she was unemployed, on the verge of losing her home, and this looked like the best deal going on such short notice. Welcome to the New Year, and hers already sucked. She had lost one job because of the current economic crisis in the world, and everyone was making cutbacks. No matter what she brought to the company she’d worked for, she was still in line for the chop. She’d been in the first wave of cuts, and after that, her rent had gone up, and then her savings had plummeted big time. No one was hiring, and she was either not qualified enough, or was overqualified for any position.

  Live-in housekeeper would solve all of her problems. It was of course a little sexist, and a very … blunt call, but hey, she had curves, and was desperate. She wondered how many desperate women there were calling about the ad.

  “Erm, I called and spoke to a Mr. Gray, and today is my appointment time.”

  “I’m Mr. Gray, and I didn’t make any kind of appointment.”

  This was only going from bad to worse. She held up the paper to show him. How could she convince him to hire her if he hadn’t even been the one to talk to her? If he hadn’t been the one to put the ad in the paper, who had? Also, who had she spoken to yesterday?

  He took the paper from her, and glared down at the article. Her heart was pounding, and she felt so fucking stupid right now.

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “I really didn’t mean to disturb your peace. I’ll just be going.” She spun on her heel, ready to leave, and never return. The mansion was really nice. There was no way the front door she had just knocked on could be called a house. It was too damn big. Still, for a roof over her head, and a job she’d have gladly cleaned it butt ass naked. Her life was going to shit faster than she could handle.

  “Wait,” Mr. Gray said.

  She turned to face him to see that he was watching her, his gaze running up and down her body, and he nodded. “Come on in.”

  “I don’t want to intrude,” she said.

  “You’re not. Get your ass inside.”

  She didn’t argue with him, and rushed toward him. He held the door open, and she brushed past him, and stayed a few steps inside the door. She noticed he was wearing a full business suit, and his hair was slicked back into a style that screamed he was the boss of something.

  “Did I speak to you yesterday?” she asked.

  “No, you spoke to my secretary.”

  He had a male secretary. She hoped she hadn’t gotten him into trouble or anything. She licked her lips, and waited for him to direct. “Follow me.” He walked down the long corridor, and entered a room on the left. She followed him through the door, aware of her heels clicking on the floor. Her heart was racing.

  “I have a company that comes to clean, and deals with everything else. This advertisement was … something else,” he said, taking a seat.

  “Oh, well, I, erm, would it be best if I just left? If you hire cleaning staff, why do you need a housekeeper?” She stared into his dark eyes and couldn’t help but notice how sexy he was. Averting her gaze, she stared at the paper in his hand.

  “I don’t need a housekeeper. What I want is something more … personal.”

  “Personal?”

  “Yes.” He kept staring at her.

  “I really don’t know what you want. I came for the job as a housekeeper, and I’m a good, hard worker. I don’t mind working early in the morning or late at night. I’ll clean toilets, cook, whatever you need me to do.” She was starting to beg now. The thought of having to pack up all of her stuff, and be homeless wasn’t helping either. Her rent was due in three days, and she didn’t have enough.

  “I wanted someone to fuck,” he said.

  The bluntness of his words startled her. “Fuck?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I don’t … huh?” She grabbed the newspaper, and pointed at the circled advertisement. “It says here housekeeper.”

  “It also says ‘for personal needs and more’ in the fine print.”

  She frowned and looked back at the advertisement. Holding the paper right in front of her face, she finally saw the fine print, and heat filled her cheeks. “Oh dear.” She looked at the paper, and then back at him. “You want a fuller woman? A curvy woman.”

  “Yes.”

  “This isn’t some kind of joke?” She glanced around the room expecting to see a camera crew, and someone there to take in her humiliated face.

  “No, it’s no joke. This was thought up by my friend and my secretary. My name is Easton Gray, and I don’t have time to dine with a woman. I also don’t want an escort.”

  “What exactly do you want?” she asked.

  “I want a willing woman who is not averse to spending time with me, and pretty much doing everything I say.”

  “Oh.”

  “It’s not exactly a job, but there will be benefits. I’ll pay you, and of course you’ll get to come with me when I have to go meetings and such.”

  “And such.” She was repeating his words now. She was really struggling right now. “Have many women answered this?” she asked.

  “None. You’re the first.”

  “I didn’t read the fine print. I thought you were hiring a housekeeper.”

  Oh, no. She felt her eyes start to fill with tears, and it was difficult for her to keep her emotions in check. Right now she was losing it. This was her last hope of having a decent life, and it was only January of a new year. She was screwed, royally screwed.

  The tears finally broke, and she covered her face as she started to cry.

  This day had just become the worst of her life.

  ****

  Easton stared at the beautiful woman in his home. She was full, luscious, and fucking perfect. His cock hardened just staring at her. He wanted to remove her jacket so he could see if her tits were as big as they looked right now.

  “Why are you crying?” he asked.

  He really didn’t think anyone would answer the advertisement in the newspaper. His friend and secretary, Arnold, had placed it while they got drunk off their asses. It was only the next day that they realized what they had done. Easton wanted to pull the advert, but Arnold had convinced him to leave it.

  “What’s the worst that can happen? You get a woman more than willing to follow you around to fuck.”

  Looking back, it was a callous ad, and rather deceptive. This woman, Hadley Green, had been the first to answer it.

  “It’s nothing. I’m ever so sorry for wasting your time.” She stood, and he didn’t like the fact she was crying. In fact, it was twisting his gut right now. He wanted to stop her from crying, and try to make her feel better.

  He held her arm. “Don’t go. Clearly, yo
u need the job, right?” Easton eased her down onto the chair, and he sat down beside her.

  She nodded. “Yeah. I lost my job around Christmas, and no matter what I do, I can’t find anything. It’s a nightmare.” She sniffled. “I’m about to lose my house, and I’m going to end up homeless. Why am I telling you all this?” Tears were pouring down her cheeks, and she sniffled again. “I’m so sorry. I’ve got to head out.”

  Easton sighed as she got to her feet again. “Why can’t you accept the job?” he asked.

  Hadley paused at the door. “Huh?”

  “The job I’m offering. It’s not a joke, and I am offering the job. I don’t understand why you can’t take it.” He didn’t see a reason for her not to take it. The attraction was there, and she didn’t seem like the scheming type, or the kind to go to the papers with her kiss–and-tell story. He wanted his privacy protected.

  “Wait, this isn’t a joke or a mistake?” she asked.

  “No. It’s not. I’m offering a woman the chance to visit the world. All she has to do is accept that I’m going to want to fuck her when and where I want. I’ll expect you to get a full physical, and to be on birth control. Your every need will be taken care of, and I expect you to take care of mine.” He watched as she licked her full, plump lips. The thought of having them wrapped around his dick made him want to moan.

  Keep that shit in.

  Easton had always loved a fuller woman, ever since he was a teenager, and as he got older, he’d never changed. Arnold, his friend, knew this about him. Easton had dated models, actresses, and even fitness instructors, and of course he’d bedded them. But he didn’t like holding onto their bones, or their tits being quite flat. There was just something about a nice full ass, and heavy tits, and a body to fuck without fear of breaking it.

  He stepped up close to her, placing a finger beneath her chin.

  “That would make me a whore,” she said.

  “No, it wouldn’t.” He frowned. It would. He knew it would. “Actually, it wouldn’t,” he said.

  “How do you figure it wouldn’t?” she asked.

  “A whore sleeps with more than one person. I only want you to sleep with me. I don’t share, I never share, and before you ask, I won’t be sleeping with anyone else either.” He wasn’t interested in sleeping around, or having more than one woman in his bed. There was no way he’d have another man in his bed either. He liked to be the only dick at the party.

  “Oh.” He watched as she frowned. “This is so wrong.”

  Running his thumb across her bottom lip, he released a grown. “How can it be wrong if it’s something that you want?” he asked.

  He couldn’t wait any longer. Slamming his lips down on hers, he finally claimed those plump beauties. As he tugged her in close, they both moaned, and with it, he slid his tongue inside her mouth. She met him halfway, and when he tasted her, he truly believed he had gone to heaven.

  Running his hands down her back, he gripped her ass, and tugged her close for her to feel how hard his cock was. He wanted inside her, to bend her over any furniture. Even pressed against the wall would do. He really wanted to fuck her. He was desperate for it.

  Pulling away, he stared into her closed eyes. “You can’t deny that we both would be really fucking good for each other right now.”

  She opened her eyes, and flicked that tongue across her bottom lip.

  “Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked.

  Hadley shook her head. “I wouldn’t have let you kiss me if I did.”

  He nodded. “Make your decision right now. I’ve got to leave tomorrow night, and I want you with me as soon as possible.”

  “You could have any woman you wanted. Why don’t you just do that?”

  “One, I don’t want every single woman. Two, I told you, I like control. You’ll do what I say, when I say it. I’ll never humiliate you, or embarrass you. Three, this is what I want.”

  “Do you always get what you want?”

  “Yeah, I do. I work hard, and I play harder. I like to fuck, and I like to fuck hard. Whenever I demand it, you’ve got to be ready.”

  She blew out a breath. “Wow, this is just wow.”

  He pressed another kiss to her lips. “You ever been adventurous? Ever wanted to do something that was crazy?”

  Again, she nodded.

  “Then accept, and I promise you, you’ll never have a dull moment.”

  Chapter Two

  Two days later

  Never have a dull moment, huh? Hadley stared out of the large window, bored out of her freaking mind. Also, she was nervous. All alone in a very beautiful, very expensive hotel, and it was making her really, really, nervous. So much so that all she did was sit around waiting. Easton had been in a meeting for the past two days, and she wasn’t allowed to leave the hotel room. She could have anything she wanted, so long as she was waiting for him in their hotel room.

  What kind of guy had a twenty-four hour meeting?

  Seriously?

  She was so damn bored. There weren’t enough books for her to enjoy, or enough television for her to watch because that had never interested her. What didn’t help was how her own mind wandered. She couldn’t stop thinking about why she was there, what she was supposed to do. Never had she slept with a man she had just met, and she didn’t know this guy.

  Sipping at her coffee, she stared out across the city, and wondered what everyone was doing. Were there lovers out there who were heading home for the night to enjoy a nice load of sex? She wasn’t even getting sex. Waiting up for him, she would end up crashing on the bed, and then waking up in the same position as normal. What would it be like to be naked with him? To accept him without even knowing if she liked him or not? There were so many questions, and yet nothing seemed to settle her nerves.

  Easton had told her that if she needed anything then all she needed to do was ask Arnold, his secretary.

  She didn’t know how that helped seeing as Arnold was with Easton in this very important meeting.

  When she finished her coffee, she made her way toward the small kitchen, and stared at the small, basic space. It only housed a tiny fridge, and a hot kettle. There was no cooker, no oven, and she had to order everything from room service, which she hated. The menus were a nightmare, and all she wanted was a burger.

  Stop your moaning.

  You’re not homeless.

  You’re not out of a job.

  This was what he wanted her to do. He wanted her to wait for him, and that was exactly what she was doing. She was waiting.

  She still had to be part of a job though, and that was some scary shit to think about. Easton was going to arrive soon, and with it, she was going to have to have sex with him, and even if she was entirely new to this, she was actually a little excited. She had never been the kind of girl to sleep with a guy immediately, or to even allow him to have all the control. This was entirely new to her.

  What would happen when he finally came home?

  Pouring herself another coffee, she blew out a breath, and went back to staring out across the city. The sun set, and she didn’t know how much time passed, but she was drawn out of her thoughts by the door opening. She turned to watch as Easton entered. He was tapping on his phone, and she was shocked to see that he looked perfect.

  How could a guy who hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours still look like he had woken up and was ready to face the day?

  He finished his call, and threw his cell phone on the table. She folded her arms, and waited. Easton looked right at her.

  “Hello, beautiful,” he said. Placing several keys on the little table, he moved toward her.

  Her body tightened, and she hated to admit it. Her pussy went slick. It was like she knew he was about to give her the time of her life.

  “Did you finish your work?” she asked, refusing to give in. You have to. This is not a relationship. You have to give him what he wants. What’s your problem? You want to give in. look at him. He’s so damn hot, and he’s h
elping you when he didn’t have to.

  “I abandoned you.”

  “You’ve not been here, and I’ve been bored.” She unfolded her arms, and pushed her shirt down to cover her exposed stomach.

  Easton stepped close and moved her hands out of the way. He placed his hands on her waist, sliding his fingers beneath the fabric, and he stroked the exposed flesh.

  Part of her wanted to shout at him, wanted to tell him to go to hell.

  “You’re not having fun.”

  “You told me I wasn’t allowed to leave. That is going to have to change.”

  “No. I told you. I want you on hand whenever I need you.”

  “You’ve been gone over twenty-four hours, and I was bored, like seriously bored.”

  “You had the television, and I even got Arnold to get you an e-reader. What the hell was wrong? Why were you bored?”

  She stared into his brown eyes, and wondered if he could even hear himself. “I was forced to stay in this room for two days. You’ve been gone most of them, and you think just sitting around on my fat ass would make it all better?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “Why is it that everyone thinks that because we’ve got some weight on us, it means we sit around all day? We don’t, you know. Some of us have really active lives, and our biggest problem is the fact that we actually like to eat. Unlike some women who can survive on celery. Did you also know that some thin people are actually unhealthy? I mean seriously.” She didn’t know why she was getting upset, or losing her temper. It made absolutely no sense to her at all, and she was freaking out.

  Easton suddenly grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her close, smashing his lips right against hers, and silencing her.

  She paused, and her eyes were open. Slowly, hers started to close as his other hand moved down her back, and cupped her ass, drawing her against his body. He slid his tongue into her mouth. The hand on her ass moved around to stroke her through her jeans.