It made her trip here pointless. There was no way she would be able to repay such a ridiculous sum. For the first time in a long time Tess disliked her father.
Duncan observed his ex-employee’s daughter. She was extremely beautiful. Her looks seemed out of place considering her father’s bland, pretentious appearance. Her long black hair ran wild around her face. Her dark brown eyes were so striking that he thought at first she was wearing contacts. Unlike his fashion models, Miss Williams had real curves. There was no amount of clothing that could disguise her full breasts. Her curves were covered in that dreadful discoloured suit. When she fidgeted it showed the generous curve of her breasts, the indent of her waist and generous flare of her hips. Her complexion was flawless and smooth. Her skin looked soft to the touch. His palm ached to stroke her cheek to see if it was as flawless as it looked. Her voice was soothing to listen to. It was an effort not to close his eyes and simply listen to her. Her words flowed over him like the delicate silk of a bed-sheet. His cock thickened inside his pants. The desire to take her was strong. Duncan couldn’t recall the last time he’d been so affected by a woman. He stared at her beauty and knew he had to have her.
She was definitely a female that deserved a male’s appreciation. Preferably his own attention.
His response to her unnerved him.
No woman had left him feeling like this. He was the one who was in control. No one else. Miss Williams left him aching with the need to touch and possess her. He mentally shook himself when he noticed she was waiting for a reply. Duncan needed to gain control. She was here because of her father, nothing else.
Never before had he been so taken with the looks and the sound of a woman that he’d missed what she was actually saying. Most women talked incessantly, and he had the ability to drown them out.
What on earth could she have said? Duncan had been so busy appreciating her beauty he’d not paid attention to the conversation before him.
“What did you say, Miss Williams?” He turned from her trying to get his confused brain to work properly.
“My father is a good man. An honourable man. If there is anything he or I could do to stop you pressing charges, we’ll do it.” Her voice expressed her desperation. She clearly didn’t know her father that well. From his few short meetings with Erik Williams he’d not been given the best of impressions. The older man seemed like a money-grabbing slime-ball who’d do anything for a dollar.
Duncan took his seat behind his desk. He considered what she’d said. She seemed desperate that there were no criminal damages brought against her father. He stared at her for several moments. She glanced down to gaze at her lap. He saw her hands fidgeting in her lap. She wasn’t used to any male attention. He was sure of it. She wanted to protect her father, while he was in need of a wife to get his family home. His rightful inheritance. A plan, or rather a business contract, began to form in his mind.
It was callous, but he didn’t care. He wanted what was rightfully his, and he would do anything to get it. Even blackmail a woman to marry him if he had to. Tess Williams needed him far more than he needed her. He ran his fingers through his hair at the thought of owning her. She would be his to do with as he saw fit.
“Tell me, Miss Williams, do you have a boyfriend?” he asked. Her name sounded right rolling off his tongue. There were many more exciting ways he wanted to say her name.
The question surprised her, and she answered straight away. “No. My name is Tess.” She felt uncomfortable with him referring to her by her surname.