Un-Hate Me (Enemies to Lovers Romance) (DOM for Hire Book 3), Hazel Parker [ebook smartphone .TXT] 📗

attraction to Burke, but I hoped that, at the very least, I could sit across from him without wanting to jump his bones on the couch right there.

Unfortunately, that did not seem to be the case. His posture on the couch—appearing relaxed, leaning backward, but still with alert eyes—had me turned on. I looked at his hands and found myself right back in that fantasy where I could envision him in the bedroom, being the one to touch my pussy instead of me. I…

I cleared my throat.

“Sorry about the wait,” I said with a faint smile.

“No worries,” he said, “I know getting dressed involves some effort...”

Oh, my, fucking, God. This is the worst. The worst!

But Burke said nothing more, merely smirking at me. I wanted to die. Or I wanted to jump his bones.

How about both? Could I die getting laid by this handsome man? That would be a pretty fucking good way to go, right?

“Well, now that I’m all dressed and set,” I said, “what do you have to say?”

Chapter 6: Burke

It was unbelievably fucking arousing what had just happened.

I’d hinted at hearing Emily, but in truth, I’d heard a lot more. And the funniest part was, I never even left the couch. Emily was just much louder than she thought she was. Not that I was going to say anything to her.

Well, anything more than what I had already had.

The only reason I didn’t jump into the room was because, well, that would be crossing a line, or at best dangerously playing with one. But I kept waiting for that moment when Emily would just say, “Burke, I want you.” It would be all I’d need to walk into that room, turn that girl around, spank her, and then fuck her.

Oh, shit, that was a good thought.

Alas, I had come here to discuss business. I had to be good and professional. And right now, that meant putting aside the last five minutes and pretending like I’d just walked into her apartment with her fully clothed, not almost naked.

“I’ve thought about your proposition since we last met,” I said, “and I’ve decided that I will accept your, well, ‘job.’”

I raised a hand even as I saw Emily’s eyes light up. Not yet.

“However, I need some more information from you about what this will entail.”

“Of course, anything,” she said.

I could have asked her to raise the price to ten million and she probably would have done it. I didn’t need more money, but that was just another way I could assert myself over her.

“How long do you need me in town?” I said. “I still have some ongoing work elsewhere and may need to flee at any moment.”

“Sure, understandable.”

You would never understand. Actually, you’d never even get the chance to because I wouldn’t tell you a thing.

“The whole process takes about four weeks. I’d need you to give your sperm, and that would be it.”

Four weeks was a long-ass time to make a commitment. But it also gave me plenty of time to mull things over in case I decided at the last second to change my mind. I hoped that she wouldn’t need me here for all four weeks, and if it came to it, the other job—a continuation of my work near Portugal—would take priority on the spot.

But hey, all things considered, it was better than four decades of marriage or forty years of being a dad somewhere. Even if those I might want…

“OK, and how are we going to do that?” I said. “I assume just head down to the sperm bank?”

“Well, sort of, I’ve got everything set up with my doctor and her clinic, so you’ll just go there and leave a sample. That’s all you have to do.”

It may have been all I had to do. But it wasn’t all that I’d be involved in. And that, more than anything, demanded that I ask more questions and get more answers.

“I need more details, Emily,” I said. “I’m not just jumping into something that could fuck me over if I don’t know all the details.”

“Sure, sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you,” she said. She looked flustered at my words. I honestly didn’t think she was trying to fuck me over, but I learned very quickly an unnecessary question might waste time, but an unnecessary assumption might waste lives. “I will get injections based on particular timing, and it doesn’t always work on the first try. There’s a whole messy biology process with the releasing of eggs…bottom line is that for me, it’s a bit of an arduous process, and the timing needs to be pretty on point. And I’m willing to do it as many times as I can get. But you’ll just do it once and be done.”

It all sounded nice.

Do it once and be done.

I couldn’t pretend that this conversation had made things feel normal. If anything, they’d made them even more bizarre and confusing. I did like the idea of my bloodline continuing, even though I didn’t plan on being a father or having a family. That realization, that I wanted my heritage passed down, was what kept me going into this deal.

But…

Well, shit, I guess you could say I wasn’t quite as hell-bent on being distant and removed as I thought. I sure as hell wasn’t going to say this out loud, and I was barely acknowledging it to myself as it was, but there was a part of me that maybe wanted something more. Maybe I…

Fuck. I had some shit to figure out. Better figure it out before you sign a contract or DOM calls you back in to deal with Snake.

“All right. But I’ve got some conditions of my own.”

“Sure.”

Poor Emily. Every time I said something that suggested I