To Sin. To Moan. To Feel.

Arya's POV.

"You are hired," I suddenly heard him say and my eyes flew wide open in shock.

 I was hired? Just like that?

I have a job now? After what felt like forever of searching for a job as a chef? I finally have my dream job.

Isn't life full of surprises huh?

"Thank you... Thank you so much, I promise you won't regret this, when do I resume work? Immediately?" I squealed happily.

"I can fix you breakfast right away." 

I suddenly noticed the corner of his lips tilt up in a sly smirk.

"Breakfast?" He chuckled.

"How well can you resist an orgasm?" His next words hit me hard across the ear.

He didn't just say that right? I mean there is no way someone would say that to anyone.

"Excuse me?" I managed to mutter, my eyes furrowed in confusion. 

"I just asked how well you can resist an orgasm? You do know what an orgasm is right?" He repeated.

Now, I'm lost, what is going on?

"Uhm... I'm sorry, I'm quite confused, what has my work got to do with that?" I summoned up courage to ask.

"We only have a week together, I'm visiting my family and I need you to come with me and be my woman, after that you get paid and I'll never see you again," he replied.

I felt my lips slowly part in shock, what have I gotten myself into?

Just when I had thought that I finally secured my dream job.

Now this? Pretend to be his woman? For a week? What game is this?

 "Which is why I need to know your self control game, because being my woman, you'll be doing a lot of stuff, I don't want you to do that while wet underneath," he added, the smug little smirk not leaving his face.

I cringed as the words slipped out of his mouth.

How can someone spew such smut words with so much comfort?

Has he no shame whatsoever?

I don't think I can do this, he needed someone who could match his energy and I am clearly not that person.

"I... Uhm... I'm sorry, but I can't take the job, I can't do it, you should look for someone else," I said turning around and headed towards the door.

The whole concept is so not my type of thing.

"A million dollars." his next words suddenly had me glued to my spot.

I had two easy options, take one more step and walk out of the door with my sanity still in check but remain penniless for the rest of my life.

Or turn around and accept his offer but stand the risk of losing my sanity and have my innocent drama-free life twirl into a rollercoaster in a heartbeat. 

Which would it be? 

***

*Few days back* 

I drummed my fingers on my lap paying the least attention to the lady as she laid out rules I needed to follow once I became her staff.

I stopped listening a few minutes into her speech when she mentioned that I was taking the position of a waitress.

"Uhm... I'm sorry but I'm here for the position of a chef, why aren't we talking about that?" I decided to speak up.

"Oh that, I fixed someone there already, this is the only available slot," she waved it off and jumped right back at her speech.

Why am I here then?

Kyle, my best friend Who had hooked me up with this interview clearly stated that they were only in need of a chef.

"In that case ma'am, we won't be working together, you really need to save your speech," I stood from the seat, flashing her a smile and headed towards the door.

"I will send in the second lady, she's gonna be grateful for that position," I added and walked away.

All my life, I've loved to cook, I would always stay in the kitchen with my mom as she prepared different dishes, she made me love cooking even more.

She was my personal tutor.

When she passed away in a car crash few years ago, with my dad inclusive, I decided to register for a culinary class to become perfect with the mastery of cooking.

It was the only way I could survive their absence this long.

Despite how badly I needed a job and how penniless I am right now, I won't take any job that isn't as a chef.

***

I heaved out a deep sigh as I listened to Kyle yell nonstop over the phone.

"Kyle, this isn't my fault, she found a chef already, what was I supposed to do?" I tried to explain. 

I suddenly halted on my track as I bumped into a couple having a heated argument.

"I told you I don't need a job Phil, and besides, this is a house job, what am I going to work as? A cook or something?" I heard the lady yell waving a piece of paper over the man's face.

Her last sentence automatically caught my attention.

She is rejecting a job as a cook?

"Hold on Kyle," I whispered pulling the phone from my ear and focused more on the ongoing argument between the couple.

"The job is a good pay Angela, I promise you," the young man replied calmly.

He looked rather too calm to be with someone that hostile.

"Well, I don't need it, I've told you this like a million times, I do not want a job, if you are tired of taking care of me, just say the word and I will happily leave you," she snapped tossing the piece of paper at him and stormed off.

I watched as the poor man muttered incoherent words under his breath and walked away dejectedly.

My eyes suddenly caught sight of the piece of paper laying on the floor.

I walked closer and picked it up.

My face lit up in a small smile as I stared at the content of the piece of paper.

"Kyle? I think I might have found a job," I whispered.

***

I looked down at the address in my hand and then back to the magnificent building right in front of me,  wondering if I was truly at the right place. 

Someone actually owns this place? And lives in it?

Wow, people are swimming in the ocean of wealth and then there is me, penniless.

I breathed in and pushed a button on a corner of the elegant gate that I assumed was used to announce one's presence.

True to my assumption, the smaller part of the gate was pulled open revealing a middle aged man in a smart uniform.

"Hi," I breathed out nervously.

He stared at me without saying a word.

"Uhm... I... I'm here for the job interview," I quickly added.

"Come in then," he said stepping away from the entrance and I walked in.

"Come with me," he started heading into the house and I quickly traced behind.

I couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped my lips as I took in the beautiful environment, it was a complete island.

How can someone buy a whole island and make it their private property?

He cornered to one of the main buildings, punched in some numbers on the door and it automatically opened.

Great!

I followed him into the living room, trying so hard to contain my bewilderment.

 Most part of the furnitures were practically made of glasses and all.

I was in total awe.

"You can sit, he will join you soon," he said and headed out.

I suddenly sighted a young lady seated on one of the couches across the room.

I assumed she was present for the job as well.

"Hi, are you here for the job interview as well?" I asked in the most polite way ever.

Surprisingly, she casted me an irritated glare and looked away.

Oh great! 

Keep your pleasantries to yourself Arya.

Slowly and steadily, I lowered myself down on the couch and a cry of ecstasy almost left my lips as my butt came in contact with the softest sofa I have ever imagined possible.

The sudden footsteps ascending from the stairs snapped me out of my chain of thought and I quickly dragged my gaze towards the direction.

The sight in front of me dried up the breath in my lungs.