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  Before long rumor spread and several of the other male tenants asked for her catering services. Her job was history as money rolled into her meager bank account. Each month, she looked at the growing balance in her account with satisfaction. Not once had her tenants overstepped their boundaries. If she kept this up, she’d be able to start her own business soon. She’d hire girls willing to serve in the nude, cooks, and all she’d have to do was rake in the money.

  But her life was still empty.

  * * * *

  Six months later, Vincent asked her to do a special catering. He wanted her to wear black netted stockings, garters, and a black open cupped bra. He’d told her this was a very special business meeting and to prepare for about twenty-five guests.

  Sherry cooked for two days. The amount he was paying her would bring her bank balance well over the six-figure mark.

  As always, she got ready, put on her make-up, the outfit she’d bought at a sex shop, and put on her robe to deliver the food. The guests had not arrived yet when she took the food upstairs and she quickly hurried back to her own apartment to change.

  Sherry took the pins out of her hair and took off the glasses. After touching up her lipstick she pulled her robe around her and went up to the penthouse. She hardly glanced at the men around the table. It had become a routine now and it didn’t turn her on anymore to see the men’s eyes feasting on her body. Only Vincent was still able to arouse feelings within her, and when alone in bed, Michael Ross’s face constantly flashed through her mind. She’d long ago decided she’d fallen in love with him at first sight. Something she’d never believed in. But Michael was a rich playboy, out of reach to an ordinary girl like her.

  Carrying the large tray laden with steaming dishes, she walked into the dining room. Automatically she started to set them on the table on purpose brushing against some of the men as Vincent had requested on other occasions.

  “My God, was I wrong about her,” a voice spoke loudly.

  Sherry almost dropped the tray when she heard his deep voice, the sound of which had haunted her night and day. Trying to maintain her composure, she continued to serve but inwardly she was shaking. She could lose her job over this. He could haul her into court. Socializing with the tenants was forbidden as in her job description. But was this socializing? She’d not slept with anyone, not even Vincent. She was merely providing a service. Her catering business was just another job. She waited for more from him, but he remained outwardly calm. She quivered inside, at the same time feeling thrill upon thrill that he could see her like this, that she could brush up against him and tease him just like she did the other men. His face had so haunted her each night, that to see him in real life again after so long, caused that inner yearning to surface. The yearning to have him grab her and take her in his arms, to tell her he loved her and make her dreams of six months come true.

  Just before dessert, Michael motioned Vincent to join him in the study. A pang of fear started in her throat and traveled to her stomach. What were they discussing in there? Casually, she walked to the study door pretending to see a speck of dust on a side table. Rubbing the top vigorously with a napkin, she listened.

  “How long has this been going on, Vince?”

  “What? You mean the catering? You’ve been to my dinner parties before.”

  “Not to one where my building supervisor is serving the food.”

  “Ah, I detect a note of anger. Maybe jealousy?”

  “I hired someone to keep an eye on the building and the tenants. I didn’t hire a fuckin’ prostitute,” Michael growled.

  “She’s far from a prostitute. She won’t let anyone touch her.”

  “You expect me to believe that?”

  “Believe what you want, but I want nothing more than to eat that delicious pussy of hers, and I haven’t had a taste.”

  Sherry heard footsteps towards the door so she quickly hurried to the kitchen to fetch desserts. As she served the chocolate delicacies she hoped the tell-tale blush on her cheeks wouldn’t give her away that she’d every word of the conversation in the study.

  After everyone had left except Michael, Sherry received her usual payment from Vince and as she started to leave the penthouse, she overheard some of their conversation. Michael did nothing to subdue his voice and she was sure he spoke louder on purpose.

  “Good God, Vince, why didn’t you tell me? I’ll have to fire her now.”

  “Why? She’s keeping all your tenants more than satisfied.”

  “I noticed. I’m going downstairs now. She’ll get her walking papers.”

  “Look, she hasn’t done anything wrong. Not one person has touched her.”

  “You expect me to believe that?”

  “That was the agreement. She’d cater and provide the waitress, but no touching. What’s with you, man? I thought to give you a treat.”

  “And a treat is was. I’ll see you later.”

  Sherry hurried to the elevator. When it didn’t come immediately, she took the stairs and raced down them, two steps at a time. She had to beat him to her apartment.

  Sherry paced the floor waiting for the inevitable knock on the door, her heart beating a mile a minute. When the knock came, she rushed to open it. “Mr. Ross, I…”

  Michael glanced at the robe that had fallen open when she opened the door. His cock throbbed; his balls ached. Never had he wanted a woman more. “There’s no excuse for this,” he growled while walking into her apartment.

  “I’m sorry. You’ll find everything in order, Mr. Ross.”

  “Did you even have time to do the books? I hear you’ve kept yourself busy.”

  Sherry drew the robe tightly around her body. She trembled all over, her skin puckering as she saw the bulge in his shorts. He wanted her, she knew for sure, but he was also very angry.

  “I started a catering service,” she said lamely. “The books are all in perfect order.”

  “And what a catering service. Well, if it’s a whore you want to be, then be one. Take off your robe.”

  This wasn’t how she’d imagined it. “No.”

  “No? You didn’t mind exposing yourself to all those men.”

  “That was different.”

  Sherry stepped back as he took a stride forward. She noticed his fingers fumbling with the button and zipper and held her breath. His cock jumped free. It pulsated steadily back and forth, beckoning, reaching for her. She resisted the temptation to throw herself into his arms. After all, she was no whore.

  “Why was that different? Can’t I look now? You didn’t care before.”

  “You’re different.”

  “If I’d wanted a prostitute for the job I would have hired one,” Michael grunted while reaching for her but she eluded his hand.

  “I’m not a prostitute.”

  “You could have fooled me.”

  “I haven’t had sex since I broke up with my fiancé two years ago. You can ask Vincent. The catering business is a job. Nothing more.” Why was she defending herself? Because she wanted this man more than life itself.

  Michael hesitated and searched her blue eyes as if seeking the truth there. “Sherry, why expose yourself like that to a bunch of strange men?” he asked softly. “And didn’t you ever consider the danger of rape?”

  “Vincent said he’d protect me. The catering pays the bills and enables me to fatten a bank account so I can go on the holiday I’ve always dreamed of,” she smiled now taking off her robe. It slid silently to the floor.

  Holding her breath, she waited. She felt sure he could hear the staccato rhythm of her heart, but as she searched his eyes, glanced at his body, she knew she’d won—he couldn’t contain himself any longer and lunged for her. Crushing her in his arms his lips crashed down on hers and he tasted the sweet nectar of her tongue. His hands were urgent as they fondled her breasts; her nipples then stole down toward her clit.

  Sherry lifted a leg and wrapped it around his waist. A deep sigh left her, as if it came straight from he
r soul, as his fingers prodded, felt, tweaked her clitoris and finally entered her. She felt his strong arms lift her, the tip of his cock pulsing against her vagina. With a grunt she lowered her buttocks welcoming the pain of his entry.

  “You’re tight,” he whispered in her neck. “You were telling the truth all along.”

  “Of course,” she sighed. “Michael, I…”

  Taking her by the waist he pushed her down until his cock was fully encased within her velvet warmth, but his need was too urgent. He exploded within her in seconds.

  Sherry screamed her release. “Yes…oh yes. Michael…I love you…”

  Slowly he lowered her to the ground. Gazing deeply into her eyes he searched her soul. “What did you say?”

  “I love you,” she said softly.

  “I love you, too, you brazen hussy. You were never out of my mind all the time I was away and I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t stop thinking about a librarian. I suppose I finally believe in love at first sight.”

  His sweet smile belied his words about her being or coming across as a librarian. When he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, his lips found her nipples, biting them, teasing them until she squirmed for his cock.

  Slowly, he lowered her to the bed. His lips left her nipples and he gazed into her eyes as her head hit the pillows. “You’re fired,” he said softly.

  “Yes, I know.”

  “I have another job in mind for you,” he mumbled as he buried his head between her thighs and sucked the juices from her pussy. “It involves personal catering on a daily basis to your new employer, namely, me!”