Filthy Beautiful Lies (Filthy Beautiful Lies 1)

I’d been trying like hell to hold her at a distance – to keep her separate from my personal life – but there’s no denying it, she’s all I think about. She’s all I want. Though it’s entirely honest, the realization scares me. And it feels nice to be touched. Even if it’s not real.

Chapter Eleven

Sophie

We’re lying in bed, facing each other in the pale moonlight. I should feel self-conscious about our shower activities earlier, but all I feel is blissfully happy and relaxed. Knowing Colton wanted me just as badly as I wanted him – that his desire for me had nothing to do with the transaction at the auction and was the culmination of raw lust – made it that much better.

"I have an idea…" Colton says, looking at me thoughtfully. "About you working."

He’s changed his mind. He doesn’t want me out of the house, which was my sole purpose for wanting to find a job. I swallow heavily and meet his gaze. "What is it?"

His thumb reaches out to smooth the crinkle etched into my forehead. "How would you feel about working for one of my companies?"

It’s just another way I’ll be tied to him. I’d wanted something for me. But as I open my mouth to speak, he continues.

"It’d be for my charity organization. I’m sponsoring a huge project in Africa and could use an extra set of hands. Mostly office work – if you’re good with word processing and filing. Kylie’s my only full-time office employee, and she’s been working seven days a week just trying to keep up with the workload. It’d actually be a huge help."

Knowing it’s for charity, and that’s he’s not just throwing me some pity busy-work, I find myself nodding my head. "Okay. I’ll do it."

"Perfect. I’ll let Kylie know. You can start whenever it suits you."

"Tomorrow will be fine." I don’t think I need another day of lounging in the sun or jogging aimlessly through Colton’s winding neighborhood of mansions.

He chuckles. "Tomorrow it is."

***

Colton wakes me in the morning with tender kisses to the back of my neck and I push my bottom into his groin and moan at the dual sensations. The damp sucking kisses and the rigid length of his erection nestled between my cheeks perk me up instantly. I’m wide awake. And suddenly very much in the mood, remembering that earth-shattering orgasm he delivered last night.

He nips at the base of my neck, moving lower down my spine. "Does that feel nice, sweetness?"

"Yes," I breathe. Rolling over so I can see him, I bring my arms around his neck and snuggle closer. I like our new lack of boundaries when it comes to touching. It feels nice to be held after not having a man in my life for so long. Last night bonded us and it’s obvious we’re growing closer. I have a feeling I’m going to miss him even more than before when he’s at work.

We kiss for several minutes and cuddle in the big, warm bed before Colton crawls out, saying he needs to shower and get ready for work. I guess I do too.

Chapter Twelve

Sophie

Kylie is adorable. Probably a couple years older than me, she has wavy auburn hair tied in a messy bun on top of her head, and no makeup, but geez, she doesn’t need it. Her cheeks are rosy pink and her green eyes are large and wide-set. She’s barefoot and dressed in yoga pants and a tank top. "Hi!" She smiles widely, showing off perfectly straight white teeth. Does everyone in LA have teeth like this? "Don’t just stand there, come in." She tugs me by the arm inside her front door, closing it behind me.

"I’m…"

"Sophie. I know. Colton is an absolute angel to send you. God, I was giddy when he called this morning." She leads me further into her house. "Sorry about the mess." She waves in the direction of the disheveled living room and kitchen. "I’m a terrible housekeeper. Hope that’s not a problem."

"No, it’s fine." I navigate the little living room, dodging laundry baskets and stray toys as I follow her.

Kylie leads me out the backdoor and to a set of steps. "Office is up there." She points. "Go ahead, I’m just going to grab the baby monitor."

I start up the stairs, wondering what I’m getting myself into. Joining me a few seconds later, she explains that when Colton hired her to run the day to day operations of his charity, he built her a home office above her garage. Her tiny two-bedroom house didn’t have any extra room to spare and she didn’t want to have to put her baby in childcare. It was the perfect arrangement – and awfully generous of him. I want to ask how they know each other, but I keep my trap shut and my jealousy in check. I’m here to work.

We enter a roomy loft above the garage. There are plenty of big windows to let in the light, and two large work stations with laptops and filing cabinets spilling over with papers.

Kylie thrusts her arms out proudly. "Welcome to the world headquarters of Highpoint Associates." She picks up a bottle and a baby rattle from the desk. "Seriously. Sorry about this. I would have cleaned up if I’d known you were coming."

"Trust me, its fine. I’m just happy to have a change of scenery. I’ve been cooped up at Colton’s for weeks and I’ve been going a bit stir crazy."

"Wow. You live with him? That’s…that’s…huge…" She turns to me, her mouth hanging open in surprise. "And that house is freakin’ incredible."

Interesting. She’s been inside his home and seems to understand that him having a woman living with him is a big step. I find it both fascinating and utterly frustrating that Marta and now Kylie seem to possess intimate knowledge about Colton. He must not be as discreet as his seems with his affections. His restraint is only reserved for me. Of course I have no way of knowing if Kylie has actually slept with him, but the faraway look in her eyes tells me she’s daydreaming of some memorable encounter with him. Oddly, it makes me want to hit something.

I shrug it off. "So, what’s on the docket today?"

"Right." She gives her head a shake, pushing away the thought. "First I’m going to give you an overview of the work we’ve done so far, and then I’ll explain what I’m hoping to accomplish next. You can be involved in any part of it that sounds interesting to you."

I nod. "Sounds good."

I listen while she explains, in more detail than Colton provided, about their mission to create a stable self-sustaining community in a sub-Saharan part of rural Africa. His vision is much more complex than just to provide clothing, food and medicine to people in need, like he’d humbly led me to believe. He wanted to do something bigger – something the residents could sustain long after he and his generous donations were gone. It’s quite a bit more sophisticated than I ever imagined and I’m impressed. No wonder he’s so busy.