Deep Possession

By Marnie Flowers

Alexa Winters is recovering from a break up from her possessive and deeply controlling ex-boyfriend Nick Turner. After moving in with her friend Callie and taking up new employment at Maxwell Logistics she crosses paths with the insanely rich handsome CEO Logan Maxwell. He is a man used to getting what he wants, and he wants Alexa. He’s dominating and possessive, everything her ex was, everything she is running away from. The chemistry between them is intense; Logan pursues her relentlessly breaking down her resistance, determined to make her his. Can Alexa delve beneath his possessive and controlling personality to reach his passionate and seductive nature? Will Nick’s destructive and sinister attempts to get her back destroy their fragile bond?
This is a full length short novel with a happy ending and no cliff-hangers.
*Features a dominant alpha male intent on getting his own way. Contains steamy sex scenes, scenes of bondage and spanking.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Aug 24, 2016
• ISBN: 9781326744014

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Deep Possession

DEEP POSSESSION

MARNIE FLOWERS

Copyright © 2016 by Marnie Flowers

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

First Printing: 2016

ISBN 978-1-326-74401-4

CHAPTER ONE

Callie, I shout downstairs to my flatmate.  Can you make me a coffee; I’m running late for this interview?  My alarm failed to go off, the batteries need replacing.  Typical, my first interview in six weeks and my tardiness boils down to flat batteries!  I bet the batteries in Callie’s B.O.B. aren’t dead I chuckle to myself. No way would she allow those to die on her!

I’ll make it black and strong, it should be enough to give you the kick in the ass you need to wake up, Lexi, she shouts up to me. 

Charming, I call back. 

Callie perches on the rim of the bath whilst I’m showering.  She puts my coffee down.

Where is your interview again? she asks me, for about the fifth time since I told her about it.

Maxwell Logistics, I say patiently.  It’s a software company down town and I’m interviewing for the position of Marketing Assistant.

I moved in with Callie six weeks ago when my relationship with my long term boyfriend failed, alongside me losing my job.  She says I can stay rent free until I get back on my feet, but that doesn’t sit well with me, so I need to find work.

Good luck today then, she says, popping her head around the shower curtain. 

Thanks for the coffee, I say cheerfully.  I take a big gulp from the steaming cup, appreciating the strong, bitter taste.

Callie and I have been friends ever since we met at San Francisco State University, both of us studying for our Masters in Business Administration.  She tripped and spilled her coffee on me and we’ve been soul mates ever since. 

I dry myself on one of the large soft fluffy bath towels and contemplate what I’m going to wear.  Then I look for inspiration in my closet and decide on a charcoal grey pencil skirt, a white silk pin- striped blouse and black five inch heels with a sexy ankle strap.  I hasten to add that I can barely walk in these.

After drying my long wavy hair I decide to wear it up in a stylish bun with loose tendrils around my face.  Chic and professional is the look I am aiming for.  I apply a little light make up and finish it off with mascara and a nude lip gloss.  I take in my appearance in the large bedroom mirror and glance over my five foot seven frame. 

My pale skin contrasts sharply with the dark chocolate of my hair.  I let my gaze sweep down over my rather generous D cups, my slim waist and narrow hips and rather appealing long legs, my shapely pins being my best feature, even if I say so myself. 

As I let myself out of the front door, Callie is nowhere to be found, she must have gone to work already.  I can do without the stress of driving downtown in rush hour, so I jump into a taxi and arrive at Maxwell Logistics with twenty minutes to spare.  As I climb out onto the sidewalk I look up at the tall imposing building in front of me.  It reaches endlessly towards the sky; it is all sleek lines and silver, giving the appearance of a stretched, mirrored Rubik’s cube.

Inside the young girl on the reception desk informs me that my contact, Mr Baines, is located on the fortieth floor and points me towards the elevators.  As the doors close, and I’m swept higher and higher, I feel nervous and slightly out of my depth.  Then I’m released and find myself having to deal with yet another girl at another reception desk.

Alexa Winters to see Mr Baines, I inform the seated, pleasant looking lady. 

Right this way Miss Winters, she says, rising.  I follow her into a spacious office, with a view overlooking the bay.  It is decorated in beige and light brown, giving off a professional but relaxing vibe. 

An attractive man in his mid-thirties smiles and extends his hand towards mine, shaking it enthusiastically. 

Alexa Winters to see you, Mr Baines, says the receptionist.

Please, call me Roger, he says.  He has green eyes with dirty blonde, wavy hair. 

He is pleasant to talk to and after an hour of intense grilling about my career and qualifications, he smiles, announcing, The position of Marketing Assistant is yours Miss Winters.  Can you start on Monday?

I’m so ecstatic.  I jump up and shake his hand again.

Thank you, Mr Baines.  Thank you for giving me this opportunity, you won’t regret I, I gush

See you Monday at eight, Miss Winters, he says warmly. 

As I am about to leave I turn around and walk straight into a solid wall of hard muscle. I step back, an automatic response to bumping into something, but a hand reaches out and grabs my arm.  Immediately I catch my breath and feel an exhilarating shiver run through me. I look up and stare into the face of the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.  He towers over me; he’s at least six foot three.  I lean into him, he smells delicious.  A clean masculine scent with a hint of citrus and spice.  I look up into gorgeous startling brown eyes, his gaze fixed intently on me.  His whole demeanour radiates power and control; I feel intimidated.  His hair is brown and slightly wavy with a just fucked look.  Oh my god I can feel my thighs clench in response to him.  His facial features are chiselled perfection; his nose is straight with a slight upturn giving him a sultry look.  He’s in a charcoal grey suit, white shirt and patterned grey tie; deliciously sexy and radiating power and success.

Are you okay Miss……? His voice is deep and sensual as he waits for my response.

Winters, Alexa Winters, I murmur.  His gaze is still fixed on me.

Mr Baines interrupts This is Alexa Winters; she is going to be my new assistant and starts with us on Monday. He turns to me. Alexa this is Mr Maxwell, the CEO of Maxwell Logistics.  I shake his hand, feeling a delicious electric response from him.  Pleased to meet you Mr Maxwell, I murmur apprehensively.  I feel out of my comfort zone with this man.  I am totally unnerved. It’s a pleasure to meet you Alexa, he says, in a tone both soft and sensual

He holds my hand longer than is necessary and his thumb draws lazy circles on my inner wrist.  I am ensnared by his gaze.  I cannot breathe.  Look forward to seeing you on Monday, he ends.

As I am ready to leave, Mr Baines directs me to Human Resources on the way out to get my security pass for the building.  I exit the office and let out a huge sigh of relief, anxious to put distance between myself and the intimidating Mr Maxwell. I try to catch my breath but I am totally flustered.  No man has ever affected me like this.  What on earth is happening to me to warrant such a response?  I scold myself for overreacting as I jump in a taxi and head back to the flat. 

CHAPTER TWO

The flat is empty; Callie is probably at work now.  I decide to do some cleaning and laundry to keep my mind occupied and to stop me going over my encounter with the sinful, sexy Mr Maxwell.  I console myself that I will probably see very little of him as we will be working in different environments.  His dealings will probably be direct with my boss.  Callie rings me after lunch.

Hi Lexi, did you get the job?

Yes I did, I squeal excitedly.  Shall I get wine in for tonight to celebrate?

Yeah, I’ll pick up a pizza and dessert.  I’ll be in about seven, are the others coming to?

I’ll ring them to see if they can make it, see ya later, I shout happily.  Things are definitely starting to look up for me now. No job and a failed relationship had begun to undermine my confidence. I ring Chase, our man-whore friend from our university days.

Hi babe, he responds picking up on the second ring.  How’d it go?

I got it Chase, I start next week, do you fancy coming over for pizza, wine and dessert to celebrate?

Are you dessert baby? he asks me huskily.  I frown, I have suspected that Chase has feelings for me, but I have always looked upon him as a friend.  I laugh off the comment. 

Of course not, Callie is picking up my favourite cheesecake from our local bakery. Are you coming or not?

Yeah I’m in, what time? he asks petulantly.

Is seven ok with you? I am hoping his sulky attitude will have diminished by tonight.

Yeah, oh, and babe, he mutters, congratulations on the job, see you later.  He hangs up; how rude.

I ring Trinny and Josh, also friends from our university days, who have been a couple now for fourteen months.  There is no answer so I leave messages with both of them. I get a text from Trinny later saying congratulations and they are both coming and they will pick up champagne on the way.  I am excited to see my friends and chill with a cold glass of my favourite wine.  I set out for our local supermarket and return later laden with bags and walk through the door hearing Callie grunting and running up the stairs behind me.

I got out early, she says by way of an explanation for being home at such a reasonable hour.  I take in her dishevelled appearance; she is normally immaculate, but her long, straight blonde hair is in disarray, and her complexion is pink from the exertion.  She is a similar height to me but much slimmer all over, and at times I envy her figure, especially when I’m about to tuck into a pizza.  We’ll order pizza in when the others get here, she informs me, I picked up your favourite cheesecake.  Is everyone coming? she gasps, still catching her breath.

Yes, and Trinny and Josh are bringing Champagne, so we are celebrating in style.  I’ve got red, white and Prosecco too, I say, hoping that will be enough; everyone drinks like they are still at College, myself included.  

The flat is clean but in need of ambience.  I look for tea lights and large candles in glass vases to give the room a soft glow for our evening.

Later we both head for the bathroom to get ready but Callie reaches the shower first.  When she finally emerges she looks gorgeous, her recently messy hair now immaculate and framing her lovely face.  She is wearing a soft chiffon short dress in baby blue, which complements her skin and her stunning blue eyes.  I have on a similar dress in peach which contrasts with my dark hair.

A knock at the door breaks my concentration, I am trying to decide if I am satisfied with my appearance, but it will have to do as I’ve run out of time.  I look through the peep hole; it’s Chase.  I open the door he glances over my body appreciatively, his gaze focussing on my breasts.  I feel a little uncomfortable being scrutinised, and