Punished by the Prince by Penelope Bloom

Author:Penelope Bloom [Bloom, Penelope]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-06-12T18:30:00+00:00

18

Aubrey

I pull up the long driveway to Mr. King’s house and breathe out a long, shaky breath. My fingertips brush down my neck and clutch the necklace at my throat. That man.

It’s hard to believe I didn’t dream up the man from Toby’s. He certainly looked like he could’ve walked right out of my imagination. Tall, dark hair, shockingly green eyes that brought images of silken bedsheets and bare flesh to my mind. He had it all. Sexuality, power, charm. He wore what looked like a very expensive suit but somehow it didn’t seem stiff on him. He wore it casually and comfortably, as if he was as at home in a suit as most men are in a t-shirt.

I’m still mentally smacking myself for walking away, but the moment he talked about blowing off my job, I knew I had to walk away. I knew a man like him could probably override my better sense and make me do something dumb enough to risk losing my job, which I absolutely can’t afford to do.

Still, he was so insanely handsome. I head inside Mr. King’s house, barely noticing how massive it is anymore. I remember I thought I had the wrong address on my first day. As an in-home caretaker, I’ve worked a handful of jobs since graduating college two years ago, and they’ve all been in a similar type of house--old, dusty, and cramped.

Mr. King’s house, if I can even call something so big a house, couldn’t be farther from those places.

For starters, there are three main buildings. There’s the main house, which is broken into three wings, each of which is a sort of home within the home for Mr. King, his daughter, and his mother. There are also a central cluster of rooms with everything from indoor swimming pools, a cinema, a fitness center, an art gallery, and even a small garden room filled with natural light. The room where I sleep is tucked in beside all the other rooms presumably built for Mr. King’s personal enjoyment, which struck me as slightly odd when I saw where I was staying. Living in his cluster of “fun” rooms made me wonder if he thought I was here for his enjoyment too.

The thought makes me shiver with the creeps. He’s probably some old, crusty man who’s arrogant and abrasive. Yeah, no thanks. If he wants to try coming into my room, I’ll introduce his crotch to my knee. Except I’d probably be too chicken to actually do that. But he can bet his butt I’d at least firmly tell him to leave. Okay, I’d ask him to leave, but it’s basically the same thing.

There’s also an auxiliary building a few dozen yards to the west of the gardens where Mr. King has accountants, investors, and bankers working full-time to manage his ever-growing fortune. And then there’s the separate training facility in addition to the smaller fitness center in the main house, where there is every type of exercise equipment imaginable, a boxing ring, a tennis court, swimming pool, and even a smoothie bar inside the gym.

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