Love's Edge (A Dark Erotic Romance Novel) by Violet Masters Page A
Authors: Violet Masters
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floor, against my door. My heart beat loudly in my chest and my hands were shaking as I brought my knees to my chest and breathed deeply. I tried to make sense of it all, but there was no sense to be made.
Everything that had just happened was so wrong. What my boss had just done was inexcusable. But some deep, twisted part of me liked it. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to be rough. I wanted to help him Blake Harrison deal with his pain and I wanted him to use me. I knew what my parents would say. They would say Blake Harrison was the devil, and I was an immoral little slut. But I didn’t care. I wanted him to do it again.
Chapter 5.
The next few weeks were a blur of work. Blake Harrison never mentioned what had happened that night, except for a small white card with gold trim on which he had written forgive me and left outside my door the following morning along with a tray of breakfast..
When I went to see him after breakfast, his face retained its usual strong, impassive expression. He discussed the details of the plan I had sent him, gave me lists of contacts and suggestions, and then told me to report back on my progress.
I worked hard, doing my best to impress my boss, and planned an incredibly lavish event. I still felt lonely often, though. Blake Harrison only saw me briefly each workday to evaluate my work and give brief suggestions.
Jane was busy keeping the Estate in working order and I would usually only see her at mealtimes. Occasionally, I had the chance to briefly chat with other members of the staff, but I had no one to really talk to in my free time. On weekends, I would go and get new books from the library and explore more of the Estate grounds. I found my favorite nooks and crannies to hide away and read my books. I enjoyed my freedom, but I still felt an aching in my chest. Sometimes I felt so lonely, I considered calling home or calling Daniel just to hear a friendly, familiar voice.
Planning the launch party was my savior. When I was busy working, I had no time to think about anything else. I spent the weekdays furiously typing up plans, calling up vendors and contacts and putting everything together.
I sent out a huge batch of hundreds of beautifully printed invitations to the east coast elite, everyone important in the advertising industry, and key people that Blake Harrison told me would make sure the party got noticed. The initial list of contacts had been filled with thousands, but Mr. Harrison and I spent hours whittling it down to the most important guests. We wanted there to be an air of exclusivity, excitement, and mystery.
The week of the party arrived and I felt my nerves getting to me. I could hardly eat at mealtimes, other than large mugs of coffee, something which Jane quickly noticed and fretted over.
“You are already so tiny,” she said shaking her head. “You need to keep your health and strength.”
I smiled and grabbed a piece of toast, deliberately taking big bites between my swigs of coffee so she could see I was eating it.
Blake Harrison was busy wrapping up the final details on his new plan for the firm. It involved financials and many other technical aspects that he promised to teach me about after the launch. I wanted to learn right away, but he was right that neither of us had any extra time right then.
“Come in,” he called when I knocked on his door early that Monday morning.
My knock had grown more confident and his voice had grown friendlier. He still kept the impenetrable mask of authority on his face, but I got the feeling that he enjoyed the brief visits.
“Everything is going surprisingly smoothly.” I walked into the office and quickly placed the papers on his desk for him to look over. “The caterer has our final numbers and the decorators are getting started today. Jane will oversee everything
Everything that had just happened was so wrong. What my boss had just done was inexcusable. But some deep, twisted part of me liked it. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to be rough. I wanted to help him Blake Harrison deal with his pain and I wanted him to use me. I knew what my parents would say. They would say Blake Harrison was the devil, and I was an immoral little slut. But I didn’t care. I wanted him to do it again.
Chapter 5.
The next few weeks were a blur of work. Blake Harrison never mentioned what had happened that night, except for a small white card with gold trim on which he had written forgive me and left outside my door the following morning along with a tray of breakfast..
When I went to see him after breakfast, his face retained its usual strong, impassive expression. He discussed the details of the plan I had sent him, gave me lists of contacts and suggestions, and then told me to report back on my progress.
I worked hard, doing my best to impress my boss, and planned an incredibly lavish event. I still felt lonely often, though. Blake Harrison only saw me briefly each workday to evaluate my work and give brief suggestions.
Jane was busy keeping the Estate in working order and I would usually only see her at mealtimes. Occasionally, I had the chance to briefly chat with other members of the staff, but I had no one to really talk to in my free time. On weekends, I would go and get new books from the library and explore more of the Estate grounds. I found my favorite nooks and crannies to hide away and read my books. I enjoyed my freedom, but I still felt an aching in my chest. Sometimes I felt so lonely, I considered calling home or calling Daniel just to hear a friendly, familiar voice.
Planning the launch party was my savior. When I was busy working, I had no time to think about anything else. I spent the weekdays furiously typing up plans, calling up vendors and contacts and putting everything together.
I sent out a huge batch of hundreds of beautifully printed invitations to the east coast elite, everyone important in the advertising industry, and key people that Blake Harrison told me would make sure the party got noticed. The initial list of contacts had been filled with thousands, but Mr. Harrison and I spent hours whittling it down to the most important guests. We wanted there to be an air of exclusivity, excitement, and mystery.
The week of the party arrived and I felt my nerves getting to me. I could hardly eat at mealtimes, other than large mugs of coffee, something which Jane quickly noticed and fretted over.
“You are already so tiny,” she said shaking her head. “You need to keep your health and strength.”
I smiled and grabbed a piece of toast, deliberately taking big bites between my swigs of coffee so she could see I was eating it.
Blake Harrison was busy wrapping up the final details on his new plan for the firm. It involved financials and many other technical aspects that he promised to teach me about after the launch. I wanted to learn right away, but he was right that neither of us had any extra time right then.
“Come in,” he called when I knocked on his door early that Monday morning.
My knock had grown more confident and his voice had grown friendlier. He still kept the impenetrable mask of authority on his face, but I got the feeling that he enjoyed the brief visits.
“Everything is going surprisingly smoothly.” I walked into the office and quickly placed the papers on his desk for him to look over. “The caterer has our final numbers and the decorators are getting started today. Jane will oversee everything
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