Claire's POV
I had come to the mansion, for an interview, not this. Not to be aroused by a strange man. This was not right.
My brain was screaming at me to run, but my body had a mind of its own.
It was as if I was under a spell. I was transfixed to the spot I knelt. And then, before I knew what was happening, the man sat up and leaned towards me.
He cupped my cheek and stared into my eyes.
"I didn't know you were going to be this beautiful." He said as he caressed my pale cheek.
"If I knew that you were this beautiful, I would have paid a whole lot more for you." He continued to speak.
I swallowed. It was obvious that he was talking about a s*x worker and I wasn't that. It was also obvious to me that I was in the wrong room.
Sh!t. I had suddenly remembered.
Jerry, the butler, had told me not to enter the room on the right, because it was the owner's private room.
My head was spinning as I realized my mistake.
I was in Mr Leonardo's private room.
The man in front of me was Mr Leonardo, and he thought I was one of his 'very private guest.'
What was I supposed to do now?
I was terrified and excited at the same time.What would he do if he found out I wasn't the person he had been waiting for? Would be mad?
Obviously!!
He would probably fire me before I could even say hello. And he would definitely not pay the price for my mother's treatment.
"You look scared." He said, as he gently stroked my cheek.
His touch was gentle, but his words made me feel like a deer caught in the headlights.
I couldn't move. My body was frozen.
He was right though. I was scared. Terrified. But somehow, his touch made me feel safe and protected.
I had never felt like this before. It was a strange feeling. A wave of pleasure rushed through my body.
I didn't know what to make of it. I was a complete mess.
I was about to confess that I was in the wrong place, but the look in his eyes stopped me.
"Have you done this before?" He asked me.
"D-Done…Done what?" I stammered. I was on my knees, looking up at this hot stranger.
My mind was racing.
He was so handsome. So muscular. And yet, I felt no fear. I didn't feel threatened at all.
He chuckled and smiled.
"You know what I'm talking about, Don't act so innocent." He said.
"No…I don't." I muttered and shook my head.
Of course, I didn't know what he was talking about. I wasn't even supposed to be here in the first place.
I didn't come here for any s*xual activity. I came to the mansion for an interview.
I opened my mouth to speak. To tell him that I was not a s*x worker, or whatever he had thought I was.
But before I could say a word, he cut me off.
"It's okay, baby. I'm going to take good care of you. I'm not going to hurt you. You might feel a little pain." He said and reached for the bedside table.
I gulped. Pain? Why would there be any pain?
My eyes were fixed on the bedside table. He took one of the whips that laid there and started to run the tip of it over my skin.
"Oh..." I whimpered.
The feeling of the leather on my skin made me shiver with anticipation.
It was as if my body knew what was going to happen next, even though my mind didn't.
My breathing became labored as the whip trailed down my neck, across my collarbone and then on my chest.
Then he reached out with his other hand and held my cheek. His fingers trailed my lips, parting them gently.
Then, he traced the line of my jaw.
My breathing was shallow and quick.
His hand moved down and stopped on the nape of my neck.
"You're trembling." He whispered. "Why?"
"B-Because…" I started to say, but stopped.
I didn't want to lie to him. And yet, I couldn't tell him the truth either.
If I did, he would probably get mad at me. Throw me out of his house and I would never get the money to save my mother.
This was so complicated
So, I said nothing. I just nodded and closed my eyes. It was hard for me to think straight when he was touching me.
He looked at me, his eyes searching mine.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.
I shook my head.
The whip had made me so wet. The leather felt good against my skin.
My heart was pounding in my chest. It was hard for me to think straight when he was touching me.
"Don't be afraid." He said, and pulled me into a kiss.
My eyes snapped open. His lips were soft and warm, and he tasted like peppermint.
His tongue brushed against mine, and I moaned.
Oh My!
The kiss was indescribable. It was passionate and tender. His hand went to the back of my head, pulling me closer.
I lost myself in the moment. My mind was filled with thoughts of him, and I wanted him more than anything.
He kissed me deep and hard, like he couldn't get enough of me. His tongue rolled out over my bottom lip as our tongues tangled together. I moaned into his mouth and he let me continue.
Why was he such a good kisser? And why was my brain shutting down?
I knew that this was wrong. I knew that I should have stopped him from kissing me. He was the owner of the house. My employer and I let him kiss me. The maid that he was about to hire.
What the hell was wrong with me?
The kiss was intoxicating. It felt so right.
It was perfect.
His lips, his touch, his taste. Everything was perfect. And the way he kissed me was making me forget everything.
I was forgetting where I was and who I was.
All I could think about was him and the pleasure he was giving me.
"You're perfect." He moaned as he continued to kiss me.
My head was spinning. My body was on fire. His hand moved to the hem of my dress, and he started lifting it.
No. This wasn't happening. I couldn't let this happen.
"Stop." I said, pulling away from his embrace.
My heart was racing, and my lungs were struggling to breathe.
"What's wrong?" He asked. "Why are you so scared? Didn't I tell you that I would never hurt you?"
His voice was calm, but there was a hint of irritation in it. I was making him angry.
"Didn't the agency tell you anything about me? Anything about my needs?" He asked.
I shuddered at his words. Hearing him say 'needs.'
It was so sensual.
"I can't." I stammered. "We can't."
His eyes were dark and intense, and they seemed to burn through my soul.
"Why not?" He asked.
He leaned towards me, and I could feel his breath on my neck.
Oh God! His breath, his scent, it was driving me crazy. He was so close. I could feel the heat emanating from his body.
"I-I'm not…." I was about to speak when the door flew open.
"Mr Leonardo. That's not the woman you ordered. That's the maid." I heard Jerry's voice.
I turned around sharply and saw the butler standing by the door.
He was frowning, and his face was flushed with anger.
"Get up, Claire. Get up right now." Jerry shouted at me.