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  Marie didn’t think he would be open to any contract negotiations by the tone in his voice. She did, however, tell herself that Nate might grow tired of her and eventually let her free from the contract.

  Really, how long could someone as beautiful as him want to be with someone as plain and average as her? He told her she was beautiful but she knew deep down he couldn’t have meant it. If Nate was the devil, the great deceiver, he would say anything to get her to agree to what he wanted. He could have anyone he wanted in the world.

  No, he wasn’t going to want her for long. Eventually he would get bored with her and let her go. Thus, there was no reason not to sign the contract.

  “Well, now it’s your turn to sign if you want that promotion. My signature is dry,” Nate told her looking down at the paper. His bright red signature had dried a dark crimson.

  She slowly nodded her head in agreement. “Yeah, okay, I’ll do it,” she told him. “But do I have to sign in my blood?” Her voice trembled a little as she asked. She hated seeing blood, especially her own.

  “Yes, the signature needs to be in your blood. Give me your hand and I’ll help you,” Nate instructed her. Marie hissed when she felt the sharp point break her skin. She tried to pull her hand back but was unable to because of the grip Nate held on her. He wasn’t going to let her go so easily. He had said there was no changing her mind and he had meant it. Marie felt a little lightheaded.

  Nate handed Marie the pen and she took it with her uninjured hand. Of course he had known to draw the blood from her left hand since she was right handed. Nate placed an arm around her, steadying her.

  She turned to the bar where the paper laid waiting for her signature. She exhaled slowly as she wrote her name on the contract below Nate’s. After she had finished writing her name Nate reached over and took the pen from her, replacing the cap and returning it to his jacket pocket.

  “Do you feel okay?” he asked her.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. I just don’t do well seeing blood.” Marie noticed he still had an arm around her waist.

  “Well that was pretty easy, wouldn’t you say?” Nate asked her with a little smile. “Would you like to celebrate with a drink? I think I’m going to.” He motioned to the bartender that he wanted another beer and the bartender nodded, acknowledging him.

  Marie shook a little, overwhelmed with what she had just done. Even though the thought of a drink sounded wonderful, she really only wanted to go home. She needed to go to bed and think about what she had just done.

  She had made a deal with the devil and signed a contract with him in blood.

  “No, thanks, I think I’m going to go…” she said, not sure how Nate would react to her desire to leave. Would he try to make her stay? She held her breath, awaiting his reaction.

  “Oh, okay, well you’ll be hearing from me soon.” Nate removed his arm from around her waist then picked up the contract from the bar. He held it up to blow on the new signature next to his. Satisfied her name was now dry, he folded the paper and slid it into his jacket pocket. His nonchalant demeanor told her that he had done this all before.

  Marie took her bag and put it over her shoulder, not exactly sure what she should say to Nate. She nodded. “Okay, bye,” she mumbled and started walking towards the exit. She had almost reached the door when Nate called out to her once again.

  “Oh, Marie?”

  Marie turned to look at him, her body tense. “Yeah?”

  “Congratulations on your promotion,” he told her with a smile, “You deserve it.”

  Chapter Two

  Marie sat behind her new desk, in her new office, with her new secretary sitting outside the door. It hadn’t even been twelve hours since she’d made her deal with Nate, and she already had exactly what she wanted. She had her promotion.

  She had spent a restless evening unable to ever get to sleep. All she could do was replay the conversation with Nate at the bar over and over. After a while Marie started to doubt what she had experienced at the bar. Nate must have been a crazy person who somehow tricked her into believing he was the devil. The idea of him being the devil was ridiculous. Plus she had a few cocktails before he arrived. Maybe she had been drunk or perhaps he had slipped her a drug when she wasn’t looking that made her think he could read her mind and make her see visions. She thought that somewhere there was a nut job walking around the city with a contract with her name signed in her own blood.

  But then when she arrived to work, Ken had immediately called her into his office. As she’d sat in the chair listening to Ken compliment her on all her hard work the past few months, Marie felt her heartbeat quicken. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. She never heard the “thanks for showing interest but there was someone more suitable for the promotion” speech she was prepared to hear. She waited for Ken to tell her that the promotion had gone to Kim instead of her. Instead she heard Ken tell her congratulations because she had been chosen for the promotion as he stood and reached over his desk to shake her hand. It was when he asked her if she was ready for him to take her to her new office and meet her new secretary that she exhaled slowly trying to calm her racing heart.

  The job was hers.

  As they walked down the hall together, Marie looked at the mark on her finger where the pen had pierced the skin the night before. .

  And now Marie sat behind her new desk, thinking that Nate had come through quickly with his end of the bargain. She had her promotion. She had to wonder, though, when Nate would show up, demanding that she fulfill her end of their deal. She shivered with anticipation at the thought of seeing him again.

  ****

  Warm water moved in tiny ripples around Marie’s body. There were bubbles up to her chin and at the foot of the tub, her burgundy painted toe nails peeked out from beneath the iridescent orbs. Marie had her hair up so it wouldn’t get wet and a washcloth covered her closed eyes. She was totally relaxed, almost floating in the oversized tub.

  Unfortunately, her peaceful state did not last. Her body tensed immediately when she heard a voice speak next to her...

  “Hello, Marie,” Nate said quietly. Even though she only met him once she immediately recognized his voice. It was a voice she would never forget.

  Marie gasped as she pulled the washcloth from her face and instinctively pulled her arms across her chest covering her breasts, even though the bubbles already hid them.

  “Nate,” she stuttered, looking up at him. It amazed her that he looked even better tonight than he had the night before. Black leather pants hugged every curve and let her know he was a very well endowed devil. His crisp white shirt was open, showing a smooth, muscular chest. His abs were unbelievably defined, chiseled to perfection.

  “I’m assuming that everything was okay at work today…”

  Marie didn’t answer as she sat in the tub looking up at him speechless. The way he was dressed was definitely to impress and show off his body. And he certainly hadn’t wasted any time in showing up at her apartment. Marie continued to sit in the tub, not sure exactly what she should do. His sudden appearance in her bathroom was not what she had expected. Even though she knew he wasn’t human, she had somehow expected him to knock first.

  Nate grabbed a pink towel hanging from a hook on the wall and held it open wide for Marie in front of him.

  “Come on out,” he told her with a nod of his head.

  Marie didn’t want to get up out of the tub, but she knew she couldn’t just sit there forever. It felt strange being naked in front of him when she didn’t know him. And from what she’d seen so far he was physically perfect and she knew she wasn’t. She felt very self-conscious about her body.

  “Come on, Marie. Its okay.”

  Marie hesitated still, biting her lower lip before she could work up the courage to get out of the water. Even though his voice sounded kind to her, when she looked in his eyes she saw wildness there, as if he was holding himself back. She pictured him ravaging her right there in her tub with the fa
ding bubbles and lukewarm water.

  Trembling, she stepped out of the tub into the towel and his strong open arms. The air was cold against her skin as he wrapped the pink towel around her, embracing her at the same time. Nate pulled her close so they were chest to chest and he leaned down to smell her neck. His mouth on her skin was like electricity rushing through her entire body. She immediately stopped moving and waited to see his reaction, afraid to move. He pulled back from her and looked into her eyes.

  What she saw there frightened her, because she had never seen such obvious raw passion directed at her before. She could tell from the look on his face he wanted her, right then and there. For a moment, Marie wondered what he saw in her. He was so beautiful and could literally have any woman in the world. There was no reason why he should want someone like her so badly. She knew she was nothing special; she was just average, run of the mill.

  “Are you kidding me? You are not average,” he told her as he held her tighter. “You are beautiful, absolutely stunning.” He stepped closer to her, their faces mere inched apart from each other.

  “No, I’m not,” she told him back honestly as she shook her head. She’d had men tell her she was pretty before, but no one ever told her she was beautiful. His words made a small dull ache in her chest. She wasn’t used to being complimented. Nate’s words even started to bring tears to her eyes that she had to fight to control. He was the devil, after all. How could she be sure he was telling her the truth?

  Nate let go of her with his right arm and grabbed a fistful of her brown hair, pulling her head back so they could look at each other eye to eye.

  “Look, I’m not lying to you. I’m simply telling you what I think. I have no reason to lie to you. And don’t ever argue with me,” he told her, “You’ll always lose. Always.”

  Marie gasped and tried to nod but he was holding her hair too tightly in his hand. His actions, and the passion contained within, verified the truth of his words. They stared at each other, each refusing to look away. Marie could feel the water dripping down her legs and pooling into a cool puddle at her feet. She wasn’t sure if the chill she experienced came from the water she stood in, or from being so close to Nate.

  “You know, I find it endearing that you’re trying to hide your body from me,” he told her. He took a step closer to her so they stood toe-to-toe, their bodies separated by mere inches. “But know this: I plan to know your body inside out,” he told her, his voice low, “and I plan to start tonight.”

  Marie looked at him, amazed at his impassioned words. It excited her that he had come to her apartment to make love to her.

  She watched him turn to walk out of the bathroom and she followed close behind, pausing outside the bathroom doorway. Nate walked down the hall, turning left into her bedroom, obviously in no need of direction. It was like he had been in her home many times before.

  Marie slowly exhaled before padding down the hallway to follow Nate into her bedroom. When she turned the corner and entered her room she found him lying completely naked on her bed. The site of him took her breath away. He looked relaxed, confident with his hands behind his head and a small smile on his lips.

  There was a mischievous glimmer in his eyes that could only mean trouble. She stopped in her tracks.

  Where were his clothes?

  There hadn’t been enough time for him to strip. She had entered the room only seconds behind him. The clothes he had been wearing were simply gone. Vanished as if they had never been there at all.

  As she drank in the sight of him, there in her bed, Marie felt her body pulse with her desire for him. He was physically perfect, athletic and muscular. She had never in her life seen a man like him. He was perfection personified. Ironic that the devil in her bed looked more like a god waiting to be worshipped.

  Her eyes wandered down, over his smooth skin, toward the patch of dark hair between his legs. She didn’t want to get caught staring at his erection, but it was difficult not to notice. He had the largest penis she had ever seen. Marie exhaled again. If she hadn’t been so turned on, she would have been terrified.

  “Lose the towel and come here,” Nate finally said, breaking the deafening silence in the room. Marie hesitated for a moment before she let the towel fall to the floor and went over to the bed, climbing up and joining him on the crisp sheets.

  She sat next to him, unsure what she should do. Now that she was closer she could see the tip of his erection was glistening with clear fluid. Part of her wanted to touch him, but she didn’t dare. It was up to him to make the first move. She hadn’t been on a date for months, and thinking about the length of time since she’d last had sex made her want to cringe.

  Hell, the event itself hadn’t been anything to write home about.

  Marie was always shy when she was intimate with a man, and looking at Nate’s luscious body stretched across her bed, knowing who and what he was, had her nerves jumping like never before. She wanted to touch him, and have him touch her, but she didn’t even know where to begin.

  “This is what I want you to do, Marie.” Nate sat up next to her, finally breaking the silence. “I’m going to put this over your eyes,” he explained as a black silk scarf appeared in his hands. He pulled it straight so Marie could see the long length of shiny material.

  She raised a brow. This was something she hadn’t expected from him at all. She thought they were just going to make love. Apparently, he had something else planned.

  “Come on, Marie. I told you yesterday I would never do anything to hurt you. If we’re going to be together you’re going to have to trust me.”

  Marie looked at him for a long moment. He had been very direct when he had explained what he would expect of her. She had agreed to do whatever he said as a part of their agreement. He had come through with the promotion. It was time for her to keep her end of their bargain no matter what he asked of her.

  “Okay,” she said, hoping her fear wasn’t evident in her voice. She tried to tell herself to calm down and relax.

  “Yes, just relax.”

  “I—I’m trying.”

  “I know,” Nate agreed and offered her one of his heart-melting smiles as he reached over to put scarf over her eyes.

  She reached up and touched the cool satin. She couldn’t see a thing. The only thing she could do now was trust Nate.

  “Perfect,” Nate stated as he finished tying the scarf. “Now I want you to lie back on the pillows and touch yourself for me.”

  Oh my god.

  “God has nothing to do with this, just me,” he quipped. “Remember our agreement. You have to do whatever I want, and I want you to touch yourself for me.”

  Marie felt his hand lightly caress her shoulder then move away. She hesitated before she leaned back against the pillows. She slowly brought her hand down her stomach to the juncture of her thighs, feeling her curly hair there. Marie could feel the heat creeping up to cover her cheeks. While there had been many times she had touched herself, she’d never had an audience.

  “That looks so good, Marie. Now take your finger and slide it in.”

  Marie thought she detected a note of excitement in his voice, which in turn aroused her. Knowing he was sitting there watching her was turning her on more than she had expected it to. Her embarrassment was turning into arousal.

  Marie did as he’d asked, could feel the wetness of her body’s arousal as her inner muscles clenched around her finger. A small moan escaped her lips.

  “That’s it, Marie. Keep touching yourself. Slide your finger in and out… I want to watch you come for me,” Nate instructed, still speaking softly. “Watching you is making my cock so hard.”

  Marie didn’t respond to his words. She simply increased the speed and pressure of her finger, rubbing her clit with her thumb as her wetness flowed. Knowing he was watching her and getting hard set her juices flowing. As she rubbed her clit faster she felt herself start to reach orgasm. She moaned again at the delicious sensation she recognized but hadn�
��t experienced for so long.

  Suddenly, Marie gasped as she felt fingers pinching both her nipples at the same time. She was so wrapped up in her own feelings and the sensations coursing through her as she reached for her release; she’d never noticed Nate move on the bed next to her. As she continued fingering herself, Nate moved next to her.

  But if he’s there, who is touching my breasts?

  She jerked upward, struggling to sit. There had to be someone else in the room. She tugged at the black satin covering her eyes, desperate to pull it off.

  “No, Marie,” Nate whispered. “Its okay. Trust me.” The mysterious fingers continued to pinch her nipples as he placed a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back down on the bed. “Don’t be afraid. It’s still me. I can touch you with my mind…you’ll see, you’ll learn.” He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver up Marie’s spine. “I’m not human, remember? Relax and enjoy the pleasure I give you and that you can give yourself. Just keep doing what you were doing.”

  Marie leaned back as the hands moved away from her nipples and started to massage her breasts. The experience of having Nate touch her with his mind was alarming, but she tried to trust Nate. She moved her hand back down between her legs and slid her finger back inside her pleasure center. She rubbed her clit again as the fingers pinched and rolled her nipples between fingers she knew weren’t really there, yet at the same time were somehow Nate’s. Her nipples ached under the invisible hands. She exhaled hard, caught up in the overpowering sensations. It was as though a connection ran from her nipples to her clit, tingling with electricity.

  “Now think of me. Think of me on top of you, filling you,” he whispered in both her ears at the same time. It seemed as if he were surrounding her and inside her very mind at the same time. There was no question Nate was not human. He had proven that easily with this first visit to her. He was not of this world. “Imagine me inside of you. My cock buried as deep as I can go.”