"How could you do this to me?! To us?!" Claire Ferguson asked her now ex-finance Ty. Claire took off work early to surprise him. She was the one who got the surprise when she walked into their bedroom. And saw him fucking the wedding planner. She picked up his shoe that was lying on the floor in front of her and threw it at him. "Fuck you!"
"Claire, honey. Let me explain," he said walking towards her. "I never meant for any of this to happen. I swear."
Claire picked up the other shoe and threw it. "Bull fucking shit!. I've seen the way you gawk at her!" She stepped backward when he tried to close the distance between them. "Don't! Just stay the fuck away from me you asshole!" She yelled when Ty tried to take her in his arms.
"Claire, calm down," Ty said through gritted teeth. "Let's talk about this rationally."
"I don't want to calm down and I sure as hell don't want to talk about it. I don't want or need your fucking explanation!" Claire had to get out of there. The sight of the man she thought loved her. Was making her sick. She grabbed her bag and slammed the door on her way out.
Her hand was trembling as she pushed the elevator button. She stepped inside when the doors opened. Leaning against the wall and sliding down to the floor. She closed her eyes when she felt the first sting of tears. What am I going to do? I have given up everything for him. I have nowhere to go. She gave up all her friends when she started dating Ty.
The elevator doors opened and Claire stood up and stepped into the lobby. She and Ty moved in six months ago that was the night Ty proposed. Claire let the tears fall as she remembered Ty getting down on one knee and asking her to marry him. He had filled their empty apartment with rose petals. When she said yes he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He had a bed already set up in there and made love to her all night. The same bed he was fucking the wedding planner in. She held her chin up high and stepped out into the crisp night air.
Standing outside of her apartment building she had nowhere to go. Then she remembered Lexi. Her friend from S&R, the PR firm she worked at. I can stay there. She thought Lexi was out of town with a client. She headed for Lexi's apartment. Lexi was the only sort of friend she had left. Even though in reality she was just a co-worker. Claire gave up her friends when she and Ty began dating. Everyone said she was moving way too fast. They had met on a blind date and after a month Ty said he loved her. Another month later they were moving in together.
Walking to Lexi's apartment she thought about walking in and seeing clothes strewn everywhere. Walking into their bedroom and seeing Ty's face buried in that bitch's pussy. She balled her fist up and her side thinking how he made her gave up. Going to the interview tomorrow for Blaine Kincaid's new PR. Claire would kill for that job. Working for a man like that would take her career in a whole new direction. She was lost in her anger when she heard.
"Scream or I'll cut your throat," she heard a gruff voice say.
"Please, don't hurt me," Claire begged as she tried to struggle free. "Take whatever you want! Please just don't hurt me."
Claire's assailant covered her mouth with his big rough hand. "Just do as I say and I might let you live," he whispered in her ear.
Claire froze solid when she felt the cold steel blade of the knife into her flesh. Her breathing became erratic. She tried to struggle free but her assailant tightened his grip on her. She stopped struggling when she felt him dig the knife deeper into her flesh. Oh, God. Please don't let me die. She prayed as he pulled her towards the alley.
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"I don't need a damn PR," Blaine Kincaid yelled at his assistant Kimmie.
He sat in the back of his limo on his way back to his penthouse. He had been out having drinks with potential investors. At just thirty-three he was already a billionaire. He started Kincaid Enterprises from the ground up. His assistant was trying to convince him he needed a PR.
"Mr. Kincaid, if you would just meet with the PRs who are coming in. And listen to what they have to say. If you don't like any then you don't have to hire any."
"Alright," he grumbled.
His driver began to slow down as he hung up the phone. "Why in the hell are you slowing down?!" he yelled.
"I think you call the police, sir,"
"Why in the hell should I call the police?!"
"Look, sir," his driver said pointing to the street corner. "I think that lady is in trouble."
"Drive on," Blaine ordered looking out the window. He caught a glimpse of a vision of beauty. Standing in the glow of the streetlight she looked so delicate. She looked like a China doll. The light brown-haired woman was doing something to him. The need to protect her was taking over his senses.
"Stop the car!" he yelled at his driver.
Blaine jumped out of the car as his driver slammed on the brakes. The delicate vision of Beauty's attacker threw her onto the ground. When he heard the squeal of the tires. Running in the opposite direction. Blaine knelt down in front of the beautiful woman.
"Thank you," she cried throwing her arms around Blaine's neck. "You saved my life."
"Are you hurt?" he asked gently hugging her tight. Her intoxicating scent was sending his body into overdrive. She smelled of lavender and vanilla.
"I don't think so," Claire said softly as loosened her grip on his neck. She got a good look at her hero's face. "OMG," she said. "You're... You're Blaine Kincaid." She covered her mouth. "I did not just get rescued by my dream boss," she blurted out. She tried to stand up but her legs were shaking.
Blaine stood up and held out a hand to the beautiful woman who was taking his breath away. He saw that she was bleeding when she looked up at him. He knelt down beside her and said, "You're bleeding."
Claire touched her neck and saw the blood on her fingers. "Oh, God!" she exclaimed. She saw two of Blaine Kincaid as everything turned upside down. Oh no. Please don't let me faint in front of him. She thought as she felt the pavement move closer to her.
Blaine saw the beautiful woman fainting. He stood back up and swept her up in his arms. He laid her down in the backseat of the limo. "Get the first-aid kit out of the glove department!" he yelled to his driver.
He took the kit from his driver and examined his vision of beauty's delicate neck. Luckily it wasn't deep enough that she needed stitches. He cleaned and bandaged her neck. He felt her stirring and soon she opened her eyes. "Hello beautiful," he said when she came to.
When Claire came to Blaine Kincaid's smoldering dark brown eyes were staring down at her. She raised up burying her face in her hands. "I did not just faint in front of Blaine Kincaid." Claire looked at her dream boss. The look of concern on his face made her want to throw her arms around his neck. "I gotta go," she stammered out. She tried standing up but her legs trembled underneath her.
Blaine caught Claire as she stumbled. Wrapping an arm around her waist. He felt something inside him kickstart when he looked deep into those chestnut eyes. He felt a need never to let her go. "Hi," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
"Oh," Claire gasped. Looking into Blaine's smoldering dark brown eyes. She was positive Blaine could hear her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't resist sliding her arms up around his neck.
Blaine wrapped his other arms around Claire's waist. Pulling her closer to him. He grinned as he asked, "May I ask who do I have the pleasure of holding in my arms?"
Claire was glad she was holding on to Blaine. She felt her knees buckle when he grinned. "Claire," said timidly. "Claire Ferguson."
"I've gathered you already know who I am?"
Claire couldn't speak all she could do was nod her head in agreement. She always knew Blaine Kincaid was gorgeous. She never realized how damn sexy he was. He was doing things to her insides. Things that Ty never made her feel. For some bizarre reason, she felt safe in his arms.
"Is there somewhere I can take you?" he asked. Fighting the strong urge to take her to his penthouse.
"Lexi's," she stammered. "My friend Lexi's apartment." She didn't know if it was because he was her dream boss. Or if it was the butterflies that were in the pit of her stomach. All she did know was that her sexy here was making her nervous and excited all at the same time. She let go of his neck when she heard her phone in her purse. It was still lying on the sidewalk. She steadily walked over to it and picked it up. Taking her phone out. It was a message from Lexi.
Back from my trip. Details tomorrow at lunch. Met a guy at the airport.
"Great! Just great!" Claire shouted as she shoved her phone in her purse. "Now what am I going to do?" Throwing her hands up in the air pacing back and forth. 'I literally have nowhere to go. I can't believe this is happening." She sat down on the curb burying her face in her hands and sobbed. "This night can't get any worse. First I find Ty fucking the wedding planner. Then I was almost attacked and rescued by my dream boss. Fainted in front of him."
Blaine stood with his hands in his trouser pockets. He watched as the delicate beauty fell apart in front of him. His heart went out to her yet at the same time he was intrigued. Why was he her dream boss? He knew this wasn't the time to ask why. But he was too damn curious. He cleared his throat and asked, "Why is it that I'm your dream boss?"
Claire's head shot up when she heard Blaine's voice. "Oh, shit!" she said covering her mouth. "I so forgot you were standing there." She buried her face back in her hands. "Oh, this so not happening. I can't believe I said that in front of you." She let the tears fall she didn't care anymore. She had already humiliated herself enough in front of him.
"Hey," he said pulling her to her feet. Taking her in his arms. He knew he should just let her be on her way. And not get involved in whatever was going on. For whatever reason he couldn't walk away. He sucked in his breath when she wrapped her arms around him and held onto him for dear life. "I can take you to a hotel," he said softly stroking her tangled light brown hair.
Claire held onto him tighter as he bawled, "I don't have any money. Ty keeps all the credit cards."
Blaine closed his eyes he knew he shouldn't. He heard himself say, "You can sleep in my guest room."
Claire pulled back from him and said, "You would do that for me?" She let go turned her back towards him and crossed her arms. "I can find somewhere else to stay. I can..." She bent her head forward.
Blaine turned her back to him and wrapped his arms around her. "Let's just say I can't resist a beautiful woman in need," he said.
Claire looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Kincaid."
Blaine touched her face. "Please, call me Blaine," he said. He led her to his car and helped her inside. He climbed in beside her and told his driver to go to his penthouse. "So, Claire Ferguson what is it you do that makes me your dream boss?" He was still curious to know why.
Claire blushed at her outburst. "I'm a PR at S&R," she said shyly.
"Will you be applying for the job tomorrow?" he asked curiously. The thought of Claire working for him intrigued him.
Claire looked down and adjusted her skirt. "No. My finance. My ex-fiancé didn't want me to start a new job so close to the wedding." She closed her eyes as the image of Ty and the wedding planner popped into her head.
"Hey," Blaine said when he heard her stifle a sob. He pulled her in his arms laying his chin on top of her head. "What is it?"
Claire slid her arms around him burying her face in his chest. "I can still see them," she cried.
Blaine held onto Claire not saying a word.
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Claire gasped as she walked into Blaine's moonlight living room. You didn't need a light with the moon shining bright through the tall windows. Claire could see it was minimally decorated. She paused to look out the window.
"Wow," she gasped. "You can see all of Manhattan from here."
Blaine laughed taking her hand and said, "And parts of Jersey." He led her down a long dimly lit hallway. Smiling as he heard her oohing and awing at his artwork. They stopped in front of huge, beautiful double doors.
"Oh," Claire gushed when Blaine opened the doors. She looked around the beautifully decorated room. When he flipped the light switch by the door on. "Blaine, it's beautiful," she said. The room was decorated in different shades and textures of white. The windows were covered in soft, billowy sheer curtains.
Blaine smiled and said, "All my decorator." He walked to another set of double doors. "The bathroom is in here. You can freshen up if you like," he said. "There are clean towels. He headed for the door.
"Thank you," Claire said placing her purse down on the velvet upholstered bed. "Wait," she said. "I don't have anything to sleep in."
"I'll have one of my shirts lying on the bed when you get out," he said walking out the door and shutting it behind him.
Claire walked into the spa-like bathroom and undressed herself. She turned the water on in the shower. Letting it run until just the right temperature. She stood underneath the massive rain showerhead. Hoping it would erase the horrible night she had. She found some soap and lathered up. Wondering how she was going to get her things. How am I going to get my things? I never want to go back there ever again. She rinsed the soap off and stepped out of the shower. She found a towel and dried herself off. She wrapped it around her and walked back into the bedroom. Lying on the bed was one of Blaine's dress shirts. She lifted it up and held it to her nose. It smelt just like Blaine like spice and a little woodsy. She closed her eyes and took a good long sniff. She slipped it on her and pulled back the covers. She walked over and flipped the light off. She climbed into bed and pulled the covers up.
She tried to fall asleep. But her mind was spinning out of control. She thought of seeing Ty cheating on her. Almost being attacked. Being rescued by Blaine. Blaine. She thought she wondered if she should apply for the job now. I might just do it.
Blaine stood looking out at Manhattan. He was in his office standing in the moonlight. He had thrown his jacket and tie on the black Barcelona chair in front of his desk. He had untucked his shirt from his trousers and unbuttoned it. He walked over to the bar and poured himself a glass of bourbon. He shoved the other hand in his pocket. And walked back to his post in front of the window. As he took a sip he couldn't stop thinking of Claire. He was torn. The thought of hiring Claire was too enticing. But if he did she would be off limits of anything more. Then he remembered she might not want anything more. Because of the cheating fiancé. Fuck. He walked to where his jacket was and took his phone out of his pocket. He dialed his private investigator.
"Get me everything on Claire Ferguson. She is a PR at S&R. I want it within the hour," he ordered. He walked back to stand in front of the window. I wonder what she looks like in my shirt? He thought about the sleeping beauty in his guest room. He felt himself getting hard thinking how those long, delicate legs looked peeking out from underneath. "Shit," he groaned.
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Claire tossed and turned. The image of Ty and the wedding planner replayed over and over in her head. She whimpered at the memory of the knife still in her throat. She threw the covers off and made her way to the living room. She stood in front of the window staring out into the city. She wrapped her arms around herself hoping it would stop her from shaking.
Blaine was in his office going over the files on Claire. He thought he heard sobbing. He followed the sound to the living room. Standing in the moonlight was Claire. She was crying. Blaine closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms. "Shh," he whispered caressing her back.
Claire pulled away wiping her tears, she said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. It's just...."
Blaine pulled her to him again and said, "You didn't wake me, Claire." That need to protect her was getting stronger. "I'm here for you."
Claire slid her arms inside Blaine's open shirt. She never wanted to let him go. "I'm scared, Blaine. I see them... I feel the knife..."
Blaine swept Claire into his arms. He carried her to his bedroom. He knew he shouldn't but he needed her in his arms. At least for tonight. He needed to feel her sexy, delicate body next to his. Because tomorrow she will be his employee.
Blaine laid Claire down on his king-sized bed. Lying down next to her pulling her in his arms. He massaged her back as she cried into his chest. Finally, she cried to herself to sleep. Blaine watched his delicate beauty sleep in the moonlight. Wondering could he really be okay with her just being his employee.
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