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  Chapter 6

  Taryn

  As Taryn sat there eating dinner with Sylvain on the terrace she could tell that every one of her senses were heightened, not just her keen sense of smell. She stared at the way he cut his filet mignon and ate it, making it look so rugged and sexual. The way his large hands held the knife, the way he worked his mouth… She couldn’t help but wonder how he did it and if he was doing it on purpose, knowing how she’d respond to it.

  Looking at Sylvain, Taryn knew he was a man’s man, which made him absolutely irresistible to women like her who liked a strong and confident man. His very presence evoked more intense emotions in her than Darren ever had the entire time they were together. It was such a strong response and as Taryn thought about it she shifted slightly, trying to be more comfortable. She was so aroused that it was difficult to stay sitting still and not look antsy. She was sure her panties were wet from her imagining what it would be like to have him in her thrusting hard.

  As Sylvain talked about the businesses Taryn was disappointed that things didn’t go in a bit more personal direction. She could learn more about business anytime and probably find a great deal of what he was talking about online. What I really want is for him to tell me he wants to rip my clothes off and take me right now on this terrace. In front, behind, and any combination in between.

  “Where do we stay for these trips?” Taryn asked. Yes, she was hoping that he’d say in the same room, but knew that was an outrageous expectation.

  “At hotels that I either have holdings in, personally enjoy, or are ones that acquaintances of mine own,” Sylvain said. Taryn saw him staring at her and she felt a bit flushed from it. She definitely hadn’t been too subtle and she could tell that Sylvain had known what she meant, but chose not to directly answer instead. I’d better buy a good vibrator if I’m going to be by this incredibly sexy man all day long. I’ll definitely need some sort of release…and often.

  “So it works out well for everyone,” Taryn commented.

  “I can only account for myself and I’d say that it definitely works out well for me most of the time,” Sylvain replied. “It’s getting late. Why don’t I show you to your room now.”

  Taryn was glad to hear that she had a separate room, but disappointed that it sounded like she wouldn’t have company. She couldn’t get her mind out of the gutter and she was still feeling tipsy and euphoric from the wine cellar escapades. She had desires that nobody would ever be able to fulfill aside from Sylvain himself.

  Just like the rest of the home, the guest room for Taryn was masculine and tactfully done. There was no excess of items in it; each one perfectly accenting the look he was going for. “I hope you’ll be comfortable in here,” Sylvain said.

  Taryn watched his perfect ass as he casually walked over to the windows and pulled open the curtains, showing Taryn the same beautiful scenery that she’d seen from his terrace. “I bet the sunrises are amazing from that window,” Taryn commented.

  “Guests have said that, yes,” Sylvain replied.

  Guests. Probably woman after woman. I am being housed in the room meant for the women that Sylvain has come over. Taryn wasn’t pleased with the thought that had just ran through her mind and had no desire to be a number on the list, just like Jacob had thought she was just that morning. Yet, only twelve hours later she had almost gotten intimate with her new boss and couldn’t get the thoughts of having his hard cock slide into her out of her mind. Maybe Jacob had been right. In that moment, Taryn knew that she couldn’t let that happen.

  However, she soon found out that Sylvain also had some ideas. “Why don’t I give you a tour of the rest of the home now. We only got to see the wine cellar earlier,” Sylvain said.

  Taryn couldn’t help but blush at the statement and saw that Sylvain was unfazed by it. “Sure, I’d like that.”

  As Sylvain took Taryn around she couldn’t help but be impressed with how well the penthouse spaced was used. Every bit had function and purpose, unlike most houses and apartments that you saw. “Was this floor lay-out in place when you purchased this?”

  “No, the developer who’d designed the building had something else designed and nearly completed before I’d ever seen it. When I decided that I’d like to be in this location I went to look at it and knew it wasn’t for me. I had him start all over.”

  “Wow, that must have ticked him off,” Taryn said.

  Sylvain looked at her. “Having me here was worth the inconvenience.”

  Taryn shook her head, somewhat amazed by his massive ego. So what if he was wildly successful, a billionaire, and a playboy—he didn’t have to be so egotistical.

  Sylvain’s scent made Taryn feel giddier than the wine had earlier as she walked next to him. She wanted to press her nose into his neck and take it all in. It was so sexy and alluring. She wondered if his shirts smelled that way at the end of the night and if they did how she could find a way to have one for a nightshirt. Or sleep naked next to him.

  “And this is my room,” Sylvain said, snapping Taryn out of her mini fantasy of getting a hold of Sylvain’s shirt.

  He stood aside and Taryn looked into the room and was immediately drawn in by its raw sexuality. There were a variety of furs on his bed and they looked so thick and soft. Taryn’s tug-of-war about Sylvain and how far she wanted to take it took an immediate favor to full out sexcapade.

  She could just imagine his powerful hands tearing her clothes off without thinking twice about it and aggressively grabbing her. His lips on her breasts would leave searing trails of desire that traveled downward until she would be burning for his hard cock to enter her. As he ravaged her body with his hands and eyes, he’d tell her how wild she drove him and that he must have her. He’d do anything to deliver to her what she longed to have. He’d please her and keep her going and going until she collapsed from exhaustion. The feel of those furs on her back would be so erotic and the way they felt pressed against her breasts as Sylvain took her from behind would just add to the overall rush of the experience.

  “Do you like it?” Sylvain asked. Taryn realized that she’d just been standing there and staring at the room without as much as a word or comment. She was completely transported into what she wanted to have happen with Sylvain and was pretty sure that it must have shown on her face.

  “Indeed,” Taryn said. She was biting down on her lip as she talked. She turned around and looked at the tanned chest that was showing under Sylvain’s black silk shirt and longed to go in and unfasten each button with her teeth and explore his chest with her lips. The way that Sylvain was looking at her gave her hopes that she might just get her wish too. There was no hiding the passion and desire in his eyes at that moment either. And…there was nothing stopping them aside from themselves right now if they chose to over think things and complicate what could happen.

  “Wonderful, now let’s go look at one of my favorite places in the penthouse—the conservatory.” Taryn was glad that Sylvain didn’t see her crestfallen look as he grabbed her hand and lead her down the hall to another room at the far corner of it.

  “It’s hard to imagine a room that would top the one’s I’ve seen,” Taryn commented. Not to mention the fantasies that comes out in each and every one of them.

  Taryn soon found out why the conservatory was Sylvain’s favorite room. It had two walls that were ceiling to floor windows and showed another view of the Vegas mountain ranges that was majestic and inspiring. “Sylvain, this is beautiful,” Taryn said.

  She turned around and saw Sylvain standing within a foot of her. “Not as beautiful as you are.” Taryn’s body tensed up as Sylvain placed his hands on each side of her face gently, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. He began to lean forward, showing that he was going to kiss her and Taryn was ready to feel that kiss badly. Just as his lips grazed hers, his pants started vibrating.

  Unfortunately, the vibrating pants didn’t seem so humorous when Sylvain backed up and pulled out his cell phone, stating that he ha
d to take the call. With that he walked out of the room without a second thought or another word.

  Taryn went over to the large windows and looked out at the world that existed beyond that penthouse. She breathed in and started to think about what she was doing. Why was she there in Sylvain Richard’s penthouse, hoping to become a number on his list? He’d had so many women in his life. Was she that desperate for exploration of her sexuality that she had to accept the advances of this man, someone who likely didn’t care about her in any way more than a piece of ass, and now a wine buyer? It made no sense.

  Not wanting to change her mind, Taryn was glad she could find her way back to the room she’d be staying in. She saw her suitcase at the foot of the bed now and walked over to the closet and opened it up. There was an entire wardrobe of beautiful clothing, clothing that she seldom needed to wear, in there. All of the clothes were a size six—the size she just happened to be. Either Sylvain only took an interest in size six women or he had the fastest personal shopper ever pick out the entire wardrobe.

  With a heavy sigh, Taryn put her hand up to her head and said, “What are you doing, Taryn? Get your act together.” She knew that she shouldn’t do anything to blow this new opportunity. It was one that many people in the wine industry would love to have and they wouldn’t be so petty as to be desiring to mix business with pleasure on the very first day of being employed. She couldn’t be another conquest for the mighty Sylvain Richard either. She needed to be the polished professional, poised and definitely not horny.

  There was only one thing that Taryn could do to distract herself from the lingering wine buzz and the horniness—call her mother. Taryn knew her mom would be worried sick about her and that it would be tough for her to hear her new news about the job in Vegas and unexpected move there.

  An hour later, Taryn proved to be right and by the time she was done talking with her mother she was absolutely exhausted. Taryn peeled off her clothes from the day and slipped on a sheer silk gown that she’d found in the closet the night before. With that, she snuggled into the soft and indulgent cotton sheets on the bed in the guest room and drifted off into much needed sleep.

  Chapter 7

  Taryn awoke very early to the rays of morning sun streaming into her room. She stretched out and realized that she was parched from all of the wine she’d had the day before. Before anyone else got up she wanted to go get a drink of water. She made her way out of the room, hoping she could find the kitchen quietly and without turning any lights on or running into anyone else.

  As Taryn rounded one corner she heard an awkward noise coming from a room. It sounded like a cat that wanted to get out of the room. Did Sylvain have a cat that had accidentally gotten shut on there? Funny, she hadn’t pictured him as a cat guy.

  Hoping to stop the ruckus, Taryn slowly put her hand on the door knob, wondering if it was opened or locked. It wasn’t locked. She swung open the door and didn’t see a kitty cat. She did, however, see a pussy cat and Sylvain was all over her, rocking her world the way Taryn had thought he might rock hers. She was horrified as she looked at the backside of Sylvain and saw every one of his muscles rippling as he pounded the blonde with the longest legs she’d ever seen. Her hair was sticking to her face in places from the sweat that came from having intense sex and she was purring away, showing her pleasure and aggression in equal measure.

  Long hot pink fingernails were pressed into Sylvain’s back, digging in as Sylvain rode her good and hard, grunting and groaning with every strong thrust. Taryn was so in shock that she couldn’t breathe or move. Her eyes were frozen on the action and she couldn’t turn away. That voice inside of her was saying, well now you know for sure. Yet, another voice, one a bit more adventurous than she may normally be was saying, Why don’t you just join in? You know you want it.

  As the blonde climaxed, crying out a pleasure filled moan, Taryn’s heart finally caught up to her eyes and it sank. She walked out of the room and made her way back to her room, suddenly feeling like a fool and a simpleton.

  Taryn paced around her room, with her heart pounding and thinking about what an idiot she’d been. The guy was a known womanizer and she’d been so naïve to think that she could capture his attention—a woman who’d blabbed out in a tipsy vino moment that she’d never had a mind blowing orgasm. Ugh! It was definitely a sign that Taryn was meant to be a business associate. She wasn’t cut out to be anything more than that to Sylvain. She knew that was true and vowed to accept it even if it was challenging to do.

  Now desiring to be fully clothed, Taryn went and found some clothes in the closet and got dressed before making her way to the kitchen. It was still early and she’d thought that she would be the only one up. She was wrong. Sylvain was sitting in the kitchen, eating some breakfast in his boxers with his bathrobe loosely tied around his waist. His chest was exposed, showing that perfectly tanned, muscular chest that was smattered with just the right amount of hair.

  Sylvain looked at Taryn with a grand smile. “Oh, you’re up!”

  Yes, why are you acting like you just weren’t fucking the brains out of a gorgeous show girl just a few minutes ago? Taryn thought.

  “You too. I thought I’d be the first one up this morning. Turns out I was wrong.”

  “Why don’t you have a seat? Let me get you some breakfast. Do you like eggs Benedict?”

  “You cooked?” Taryn asked, sounding as confused as she felt. How did he do all that so fast?

  “Yes, but you don’t have to look so surprised about it. I love food and I cannot always assume somebody will be around to cook for me so I made it a goal to make sure I could cook myself a decent meal. I actually took some lessons from an instructor at Cordon Bleu in Paris. The instructor helps align me with new talents that are leaving the institute, which benefits my restaurants greatly.”

  “Impressive,” Taryn commented, still not understanding how all of this was possible. There hadn’t been enough time to do all this and he had said he did. Who’d lie about cooking?

  “It also helps with me being able to tell the quality of the food at my restaurants. I cannot just assume it’s there.”

  “Of course not,” Taryn said. Seriously, what’s going on? You were just having mind blowing sex a few minutes ago.

  “You should try the crepes and omelets. Those are my favorites,” a familiar voice called out. Taryn turned around and saw Jacob standing there. “For an older brother, he’s alright in the kitchen.”

  Jacob was standing there with a pair of pajama pants on, looking all smug and rumpled. Kind of sexy and sweaty too—kind of like he’d just had some amazing sex himself. Was the entire house having sex except for her last night? There was a giggle from behind Jacob and Taryn could also see a blonde girl with messy hair and long pink fingernails, making her way out of the penthouse through a side door.

  Taryn put two and two together and admittedly breathed a sigh of relief.

  Shit. That had been Jacob having sex, not Sylvain. That explained a lot and provided a lot of relief too, if Taryn were to be honest. Jacob and Sylvain did look a lot alike from behind. Thank God, it definitely was not her new boss having the morning romp. Good thing you didn’t listen to that one voice and just jump on in.

  “So Jacob, was that one of the performers in the show?” Sylvain asked.

  “Yeah… Judy. Her tits are…” He stopped talking and glanced over at Taryn, deciding not to finish his original sentence. “She’s a real nice girl.”

  “Nice girl your ass,” Sylvain replied. “I could hear you guys all night long and it didn’t sound like either of you were playing too nice. A little rough, if you know what I mean.”

  “And guess where I learned all that from, big brother?” Jacob countered. He was still grinning and on some sort of emotional high from his wild night.

  Sylvain looked at Taryn to reply and she was looking at him, not sure where to look or what to do. She only knew she had nothing to say in this conversation. “That was a long time ago wh
en I was more reckless. I’m not like that anymore.”

  Jacob laughed, not letting Sylvain off the hook. “I wouldn’t say that you’re all that different now. You just happen to have someone standing in your kitchen that you want to impress.”

  The statement that Jacob had declared had gotten to Sylvain. You could see how awkward he felt from it and he stared at Jacob, all humor out of his eyes, and said, “No, we’re strictly professional here. Taryn is staying here until we can get her settled into corporate housing. We’ll be taking off for a few weeks today to tour all the facilities and have her meet the pertinent staff to assist her with her wine buying.”

  “Really?” Jacob asked. “And she is not going to be your personal buyer too?”

  “That’s a fairly easy task when you combine it with the needs of the clubs and restaurants ,” Sylvain commented, staring down at his paper now.