His Stripper

Chapter 1

Author Note : The book has not been edited as such there is a lot of errors etc.

Elijah POV

Elijah Mahfood had never seen anyone like her, and right now i didn't like that i drove around the city catching glimpses of her. She'd passed me at the coffee shop over half an hour ago, and I'd never had such an intense reaction to someone without at least knowing them first. Her black hair was in a afro, she had rounded curves like the tips of fingers begging for more.

Just one look at her body and my dick was harder than it had ever been in MY life. I wanted her so damn bad. I wanted to fuck her, ride her hard, and to take her.

Being one of the richest men in the world, i always got what i wanted. Everyone had a price, and this woman had hers. I just needed to figure out what it was that would tempt her.

They came to a crossing. The light turned red, making them stop, and just at that point the mystery goddess glanced over her shoulder and I got a good look at her face. She have the face of an angel.

My desire went through the fucking roof. Full, lush lips that would look so damn good wrapped around my dick. The things i wanted to do to her were sinful. Her body was designed for fucking, and i sure intended to be the man to do it. My driver followed her all the way toward a very run-down diner.

I watched as she went inside, taking a seat near one of the windows. She sat alone for a good ten minutes, and he also noticed that she counted change on the counter.

If she was strapped for cash, then I knew how to get her to belong to him.

"Sir, don't you want to wait?" my driver asked.

"Stay here, Miles," i said, climbing out of the car. I stuck out like a sore fucking thumb, but I didn't care.

At thirty eight years old, I knew how to handle himself. It was why I'd become one of the richest men in the world at such a young age.

Entering the diner, i didn't even wait. As i took a seat in her booth, she looked up and i stared into her very expressive light grey eyes gaze.

"Excuse me," she said. "That seat could be taken." I loved that she was fiesty that would be good in the bedroom , i thought.

When she was finally underneath me , i wanted that fire. I'd have her begging for more.

"Then they can find somewhere else to sit."

She gathered up her change, placing it in her worn purse. I'd buy her anything she wanted. Every single luxury that her heart desired, I'd give her. All she had to do was belong to me.

I liked having pretty things, and she was one of the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Her brown skin just look smooth I etched to feel it.

When she made to get up, I reached out and captured her arm. She grabbed my wrist and shook her head. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. I don't like being touched unless I give permission."

"One day soon, you'll give permission."

"You're a cocky one." She pulled her hand away and stared across the table at him. "Who are you?"

"Elijah Mahfood." He held his hand out, but she didn't take it.

"You're not from around here. A suit like that costs more than anyone here makes in a year. What do you want?" she asked.

"I want to know your name." Once i had her name, i had everything. All i'd need to do was get her information to my private detective.

"My name? That's all you want?"

"Your real name."

She rolled her eyes. "Do you think I'm that stupid?" she asked.

I glanced down at her, seeing the worn clothes, recalling the fact she was counting her change. "Tell me, are you desperate for money? Out of a job maybe?"

"What's it to you?"

"It's such a hard time to find work. Good, reliable work that pays the bills." I reached into my jacket pocket. "I've got a job in mind for you. I give you this card, and I guarantee you a salary that you'll not get anywhere else."

She nibbled her lip. "What kind of salary?"

I held his card out. "Let's say you'd be earning a minimum of a hundred grand every single year." He dangled the temptation in front of her. "All I require is your name."

This woman didn't give in too easily. "You don't know me. You don't know if I have a college education or if I'm a high school dropout. Do you just go around offering Jobs ?"

I smiled deviously.

"Sex?"

I stared at her.

"That's what you want?" she asked. "Sex? You want me to be a whore?"

I shook my head. "Let's just start with a name. I can promise you that you'll only be with me. I don't share what I want."

"Cut the crap. Tell it to me straight."

"I want you. It's that simple. Give me your name, and you can have this card. It'll be up to you if you decide to take a chance." I held the card out and stared at her. "If you're struggling for money, I can make everything go away, including any debt. All you've got to do is give me your name, and if you're ready to take a chance, call the number on the card."

She licked her lips, and i knew it wouldn't be long before she was licking my dick.

"Dime . Dime Anderson."

" Are you telling me the truth Dime is your name ?" i asked as that was a strange name to have almost sounded like a stripper name.

" Yes Dime , my dad was drunk when he named me "She said

I then handed her the card. "I hope to hear from you soon."

She took the card from me , but i didn't linger. Instead, i dropped a hundred-dollar bill on the table. "Enjoy your dinner."

Climbing back into my car, i grabbed my cell phone, dialing my private investigator. Within twenty-four hours he'd have every single secret about Dime Anderson .

She'd call.

I knew she would.

The woman was a survivor. I saw it in her eyes, and when i finally possessed her, it was going to be fire.