Jagged Edge.

Chapter Eight

I got to the door, and I saw the Bentley I had seen in the parking lot, it was his. I held my breath and closed my eyes, my hands were shaking, I walked out and Eric got out the car

'Ms. Payne, Mr. Edge is already in the back seat'

He opened the passenger door for me and I reluctantly got in, I saw him, his thick, luscious blond hair. His eyes dark and penetrating, he was wearing an expensive suit, a green tie, somehow matching my dress perfectly, his shirt was a pristine white, and I could see the firmness of his chest and I felt my mouth water, I knew this magnetism to him was strong and I didn't know if I could stand it, I had to remind myself to be strong and that he just wanted to use me. As I sat next to him, the heat radiated around us.

'You look beautiful, Melissa. You found your clothes, that dress makes your eyes sparkle, stunning' his velvet voice bled through me, and I hated it, the control he had, I inhaled hard and took back my thoughts.

'Jar- Mr. Edge, where are we going? Where are my clothes? Why is - the apartment isn't what we agreed'

he laughed lightly and I felt offended, he laughed like he knew every word that I was going to say, it made me angry.

'Melissa, can't you just be grateful, say thank you and get over it' his voice was sharp, nonchalant, smooth.

'You didn't answer my questions, Mr. Edge' I said it harsh, whipping my tongue at him. He chuckled, ammused by everything.

'No I didn't, did I' he grabbed my hand, and brought it to his lips, he lightly touched it to his lips, it was romantic, sexual and possessive. My hand was still shaking. He made me furious. I pulled my hand away.

'That's it, pull over. I don't need this, whatever you want, it isn't me, find someone else who will be your fuck buddy, it isn't me!' I shouted with venom.

'Shut up, Ms. Payne. I want you. Not someone else. You' He sounded so calm.

'Why? I looked you up before I officially accepted the position, you have women dripping off you, a new woman every week. Surely not boning me isn't really much of an issue' I tried to sound strong but my racing heart and shaking hands betrayed me.

'Because I get what I want and I like a challenge. Now, what do you want?' he sounded curious, about me, who I was.

'I want to get out of this car!'

He pressed the button by his seat and yelled, brash, harsh - he was angry, in fact he was fucking angry.

'Eric, keep driving till I say otherwise!'

Eric didn't answer but it was clear he heard, Jared let go of the button and stared at me, so intense, so angry.

'What is your problem? What do you want, no bullshit, you want me too. What is stopping you?' His voice hit me like a brick, I felt such pressure, constricted.

'I'm not a fuck toy, you are my boss, it isn't professional' I was lying but I wasn't going to tell him the truth.

'Melissa - I said no bullshit. Tell me' His words. He was ordering me and I couldn't defy it. I wanted to. Something in me couldn't

'I'm not what you want, trust me' my voice grew small, so insecure.

'I would like to be the judge of that, please let me' he sounded so compassionate, almost caring. My eyes burned.

'Please, Jared' I couldn't do it. I can't.

He smiled, his smile so sweet and alluring, he was thinking of something deep.

'Please what, Melissa? Stop trying to have you? What?' He smirked, like a game to him.

'Please let me go, I need to, I can't be this close like this to you- I can't take it' I was honest and it scratched at my heart, I hated being vulnerable in anyway, especially to him.

'Ok Mel, but I need you to join me to this benefit, as my assistant. Nothing else' He watched my response and he went to caress my cheek but dropped his hands to his side.

'Please?' I felt an ache in his voice, like it hurt him to ask, and I looked into his eyes, the darkness gone, a lost little boy stare looking back and I couldn't help it.

'Okay'

He pressed the button by his seat again

'Thank you, Eric, we can stop now'.