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18. Present

"What are you doing here, Mr. James? There is a party downstairs," I said to him. It always happened in my bedroom. He always came in like that.

"It is your party and you seem to have left it as well. You were not enjoying yourself next to my drunken son?" Mr. James asked me, trying to make it sound like an 'I told you so'. I was too distracted by his looks that night. He was not wearing a tuxedo or anything, but exactly the opposite. Mr. James had dressed down for his son's party, wearing dark jeans and a black shirt. He looked younger, but most of all he seemed more approachable.

"No, Mr. James. I saw one of his friend's girlfriend treat one of the agency girls badly. I felt disgusted and wanted to leave," I explained to him. "I do not know what I should do about it."

"You are exceptional, Stella," Mr. James said. "Tell me the name and I will talk to his parents. I am sure I know them."

"You would?" I asked. Damn. I was really grateful for Mr. James. He was making everything so much easier.

"Yes, I will handle it tomorrow." I told him the name and to be careful. I did not want to cause Stephen any trouble. "Now to my present for you."

I did not know what to expect. Stephen had given me money. I had no clue how far Mr. James would go.

"I did not buy anything for you," he revealed. I was relieved. I did not need an expensive gift. I was here and everything was going well, that was all I needed. "I want to give you something much more intimate, Stella."

I nodded. I stood next to my bed, waiting for what he had to say.

"Wait, Mr. James," I interrupted him. He was astounded. "I heard that you have cameras in here."

"I told you on your first day here," he helped my memory. That was true. He had told me.

"Do you like watching me, Mr. James?" I asked him in a sweet voice.

"Yes."

"All of me?"

"All of you." He left me breathless. I could not handle the thought that he had been watching me through a camera in my room. I had been n.aked in here. Mr. James had seen me n.aked. Unbelievable, but also kind of h.ot. I would never admit that though.

"I want to kiss you, Stella," Mr. James confessed and I literally froze, but this time it was out of excitement. My heart was the only thing in my body still going wild. Everything else just awaited his touch to awaken again. "Do you want me to?"

I slowly nodded. It was not out of hesitation, but because I was unsure whether all of this was real. Mr. James was Mr. James after all, Stephen's father, problematic at times, always demanding things, and absorbed in his work. But also intriguingly attractive and accepting of me. I loved the way he looked at me when Stephen was not around.

Mr. James moved closer to me. So close that almost nothing but our clothes were in between us.

I looked up at him and noticed a barely-visible scar underneath his right eye. I felt the need to run my finger over it. It was definitely time to feel his lips on mine. I was eagerly waiting for my present.

Just as I looked back down, he pulled my chin up and his lips met mine. The heat coming from him sent her entire body to heaven. My arms found their perfect spot around his neck, as his ran underneath the back of my shirt.

I lost myself in Mr. James.

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