Christopher's Playhouse (DAILY UPDATES)

Chapter 3: Control

Los Angeles, California:

Christopher couldn't sleep, every detail about Sloane swirling in his mind. He never thought a woman came perfect, her nails, her legs, her graceful presence, she even had perfect eyes. He picked up the 3rd file about her and flipped it open. He knew her type, she seemed innocent but something in his gut said she wasn't this innocent girl.

He wanted her, and he would have her. He got up sitting the file down, he'd grabbed the keys to his motorcycle but before he could make it to the front door, Lena his favorite out of all his girlfriends stepped in front of the door. "Where you going daddy? Tonight is our night." She spoke with a slight pout.

"I have to go, move." The sternness in his voice made her realize he was serious. She did as he asked, and he made his way out of his mansion, he'd hopped on his motorcycle that sat near his fountain. He started it up and he pulled off not bothering to put his helmet on.

It was 1 in the morning and the streets of LA were quiet, it was only Wednesday. He'd stopped in front of a small beach house that was 35 minutes away from his mansion, he'd parked his motorcycle and made his way to the front door. He's had his guys following Sloane since he'd seen her 2 days ago at Dr. Beale's office.

He knocked on her door, and after a few minutes he was about to knock again but the door had opened. He was breathless at the sight of her, "How are you still perfect?" He asked.

"How did you find my house? Are you stalking me?" She asked.

"I can find out whatever I want about you Sloane." He spoke with just a little bit of sternness in his voice. She loved the sound of his voice, the way he smelled, how he looked at her in this moment.

"Why are you here?"

"I want to offer you a job, I'll triple whatever you're making with Dr. Beale. I need an Executive Assistant, everyone says you pay close attention to detail, you never miss a beat, never late, remember everything off the top of your head, and your neatness doesn't go unnoticed." He said reaching out slipping his finger under her chin lifting her head examining her face. "And I would love to look at you everyday..."

"I make $200,000 a year with Dr. Beale." When she spoke he smiled, hearing the sound of her voice made him want to rip her clothes off now.

"I can afford to triple that, if you accept the position I expect to see you at my office first thing in the morning."

"For a man with many girlfriends you sure are touchy." She replied the slight smirk on her lips as she moved his hand from her face made him slightly breathless.

"I hope you don't mind, sometimes I slip up." He replied. "I'll see you at 9am, I know you'll be at Dr. Beale's by 7:30am that gives you enough time to resign and make it to my building, my office is on the top floor. Jordan will see to it that you find me when you get there." He spoke before he walked off of her porch.

"I'll think about it!" She called after him, but he was confident she would be in his office. Who could turn down that kind of money?