Chapter Five

Ivy

My dream came true. My first time was beyond special. It was perfect. And it's all thanks to Rafael.

As we lie in the wake of our passion, neither of us speaks, probably scared of what's to come. Soon, we fall asleep, still wrapped in each other's arms. Then I go ahead and have the best sleep of my life yet.

When I come back to consciousness again, I'm in the middle of the very bed I've spent the last six months cleaning, wishing that I could sleep in it, and now that I have, I have no idea what to do next.

I had no plan to sleep with the bidder before leaving home last night. Then I realized it was Rafael. He was charming and openly flirting with me. Before, when he'd done it, it wasn't blatant flirting. I was having the best time with the man of my dreams. It would have been stupid to turn him down.

And the sexual tension through the ride back? Scintillating. I was like a moth to his flame, totally drawn to him and unable to stop the girl in me yearning to be ravished by him.

Now, however, reality sets in; I have no idea what to do next. I know he'll release the money to me, but then what?

Do I keep working for him?

Speaking of work, I have to resume in about thirty minutes, and there's no way I can go home and be back in that short period. Straining my head for any sound of movement in his bathroom, I hear nothing.

Gingerly getting out of bed, I sneak to the room I have here to change into my uniform after a quick shower. The image of him bringing me to orgasm last night flashes in my mind, and I shiver as I wash between my legs.

When I'm dressed, I make my way to the kitchen. I hear a humming sound even before I open the door. I open the door, and there he is. Rafael DeMontez, dressed in nothing but gray sweatpants, flipping pancakes in the pan.

I watch him, unable to believe the sight in front of me. I've never seen Rafael cook before. As if he feels my gaze on him, he turns with a smile. He turns off the heat, removes the pancake, and walks toward me.

He picks me off the floor like I weigh nothing and kisses me. First, I'm shocked, then I'm responding to the kiss, my core already gaining moisture. Damn, I think I'm in love with the way he uses his mouth on me.

Finally, he breaks the kiss and glances down at me with a wide grin. "Good morning, beautiful."

I blink. Unable to form any words just yet. He chuckles and walks away from me. I watch him prepare breakfast for us, wondering what changed since last night.

When I can no longer take it, I speak. "Just to be clear, I still have my job, right?"

He glances at me in amusement as he carries the food out of the kitchen. I jump down from the counter he placed me on and follow him. "Rafael, please."

He turns at my words, his eyes glowing. "You said my name," he states.

I say his name all the time, just not to his face. "Please answer my question."

He nods and walks toward me. "The job is yours for as long as you want it, Ivy," he says, then picks me up again.

I watch silently as he carries me to a seat and places me down. He immediately starts to serve the food. When he's done, he pulls out the chair next to me, serves himself, and starts eating. I'm unable to eat. Unsure of what to make of everything that's happening so far.

Does it feel nice to have him treating me the way he is? Yes. But it also feels too good to be real.

"Eat," he commands, pointing at my plate.

I sigh and start to eat.

A few minutes later, he's done eating and turns to face me.

Now what?

"I have a proposition for you."

I pause, scared he's about to withdraw from our work agreement. I need that money, damn it!

"Eat," he says again when he notices I've stopped. I nod and resume my meal. "I want you to be mine, permanently."

I almost choke on my meal. I have to force myself to stay calm until I'm done swallowing. "What?" I bark.

"Hear me out," he says, raising his hand with a smile.

Has he gone nuts? "I'm listening," I mumble anyway.

"I had fun last night, Ivy. So much fun that I don't want to share you, ever. So here's my proposition: be mine, and I'll take care of your every need. Any amount you need, anytime you need it, it's yours. All I ask in return is that you be mine."

I gape at him. I can't believe I'm still not dreaming, or this isn't one huge prank. He has to be messing with me, right?

"Say something," he prompts, still looking genuine.

Okay, maybe he's not messing with me, and I'm not dreaming. But why? "Why?"

"Like I said, I had fun. You know I like you already; it just makes sense that we remain together."

It doesn't make any sense. But I don't say anything. Not when I'm not sure I can afford to turn down his offer just yet. He said I could have money whenever I wanted. That's literally the key to the world. I'll never have to worry about Tara's tuition again.

"What's the catch?" I ask, knowing there has to be one.

"Like I said, you'll be mine. No one else gets to have you, which means you'll delete your profile on that website."

Deleting my profile will not be a problem. Giving myself to him exclusively, though, can I do that? It's not like I have a list of men lining up to be in a relationship with me, but can I do this without getting hurt in the process?

The answer is, I don't know. What I do know is that I will regret turning him down if I do. I like him already. And he's offering financial security; what can I possibly have to lose? Drawing in a deep breath, I stand up from my seat. His eyes are on me as I pull my chair back and climb onto his lap. I find his erection hard and ready as I settle on his legs.

"Does this mean you're taking my offer?" he asks, hope glistening in his eyes.

I smile and nod.

"Say it," he demands.

"Yes, Rafael, I'll be yours."

"Good girl," he whispers before he merges his lips with mine. I let him kiss me for a while before I break the kiss.

"Teach me how to pleasure you," I whisper, wrapping my hand around his dick and giving it a good squeeze.

"In that case, let's put your smart mouth to work then," he murmurs, running a thumb over my lips. He hasn't put his dick inside my mouth yet, but I already know I won't want him to stop the moment he does.

What am I getting myself into?