Fiona Murphy
His Dirty Demands
His Dirty Demands
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Three billionaire brothers: Cesare, Enzo, and Dante Sabatini have everything except the one thing money can't buy. Three big beautiful women Alicia, Bethany, and Chloe will teach them the ABCs of love. Follow these couples as they negotiate the riskiest deal of all, falling in love.
It's hard to believe when I get the call: an offer to work for one of the Sabatini brothers. Cesare and Dante head a real estate firm that buys, sells, and owns some of the most spectacular real estate in Chicago. Dante Sabatini is the youngest of the brothers, and even though he's an arrogant manwhore he doesn't come close to the a$$hole level of the oldest Sabatini, Cesare.
While I work for Dante, Cesare is in the office across the hall—and too close for comfort..
Even if I weren't a virgin, I'm very aware getting involved with Cesare Sabatini would be a complete disaster. Until the moment I find out Cesare is having the same problem.
The insanely gorgeous billionaire wants me? I'm a plus-size woman who has become numb to insults I have heard about my weight. I'm far from numb at the idea of throwing caution to the wind and giving in to the dirty demands Cesare whispered in my ear.
Then I do something I never thought I would do. I steal twenty-five thousand dollars. I'm borrowing it, I'll put it right back.
When Cesare finds out, he demands twenty-five days and nights of my body in return for the money. Only all too quickly twenty-five days isn't enough—I want forever. But what does Cesare want?
This is the first in a standalone series. No cliffhanger ending.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
I look up from my watch at the sound of the doors opening. Cesare Sabatini is there, filling the elevator doors. There’s a private elevator only he, Dante, Enzo, Jeanine, and Hannah have access to, so I wasn’t expecting him in three-dimensional living, breathing color less than five feet from me. That has to explain why my breath is stuck in my chest.
He’s huge. Bigger, bolder, darker than the pictures I’ve seen. A snow-white shirt against a black silk tie that matches the suit he’s wearing heightens the rich glow of his olive skin. Despite his suit obviously being cut to fit, it doesn’t hide the muscle that ripples beneath it as he brushes a hand through his silky black hair. I follow the movement, my eyes drawn to the glowing silver at his temples.
The air around him vibrates with raw masculinity. Even wearing a silk suit perfectly tailored to him and shoes I recognize as being handcrafted. Beneath the surface that screams money is a hint of something utterly primitive. Especially when it’s clear his hawkish nose has been broken and reset. Vaguely I wonder who in the world had the guts to take a swing at him.
A face of harsh angles and planes has no right to be beautiful—it’s not a word that should fit him. Yet it does, because somehow his heavily lined forehead, squared jaw and sharp cheekbones combine into a visage so stunning he doesn’t seem real. There is only one flaw: a thin beard covering the skin of his jaw. I resent the beard for hiding a single inch of skin when something deep down inside me longs to see all of him. His lips catch and hold my attention, thick, wide, and sensual. I wonder how they would feel against mine.
The moment the thought is out, I wonder where the hell it came from. It’s completely unlike me. I feel a blush wash over my face. Those lips spread slowly into a predatory smile as his black eyes glisten with intent. My heart doesn’t flutter, it pounds like a jackhammer—enough to shock me back to almost normal.
“Cesare Sabatini, how may I help you?” His voice is smoky and deep rumbling out of his broad chest.
He leans against the elevator door to keep it open, as casual as he appears there is a tension in him. I feel in the air. Jeanine had pronounced his name the same way—"Chezeray”—yet the way he says it, with the lightest of an Italian accent, turns it into something erotically unique. Instantly, it calls up fantasies of him whispering naughty, dirty things in my ear.
“Alicia Jeffries. I’m here to meet with Dante about the personal assistant position?” Shit, it sounds like a question and could I sound any more breathless?
His smile disappears as his eyes shutter closed. My senses trip at the sudden change in the air, in him. Even as I’m wondering what I did wrong, he looks to the women at the main reception desk. “Katherine, see Ms. Jeffries to Dante’s office.”
He steps back, pointedly giving me room to exit the elevator. I step out, oddly hurt at his dismissal. Without a look back he’s in the elevator. “Good day, Ms. Jeffries.”
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