Bound (Forbidden Series - Book 1) by Melody Anne Page B

hired her, but as soon as she returned to the agency, she was to return the phone so he couldn’t try to contact her without paying first. She was perfectly okay with that. But was he going to use her phone to try to harass her? Nah. No guy could be that much of a control freak.
                  When the phone powered up, she saw that six text messages were waiting for her. What in the world? Opening the message box, she found they were all from Blake. He’d programmed his number into the phone.
                  You must stay in contact with me always.
                  When I call you, answer the phone.
                  Never turn this device off.
                  Why aren’t you answering me yet?
                  Where in the hell are you?
                  If I have to come back to the apartment, you will not like the results!
                  That last message had come in only two minutes ago. Knowing she would rather talk to him by text message than in person, Jewell quickly figured out how to type a response.
                  I didn’t answer your phone because I don’t live here and didn’t think it would be from you. And I didn’t answer the texts because I forgot all about the cell phone. I’m at the apartment. Haven’t left.
                  Within thirty seconds, he replied:
    Now you have the phone. Keep it on you at all times.
                  She smiled at the annoying message. She could almost hear the frustration in his voice, though she didn’t understand it. Man, was he bossy.
                  Yes, sir! Adding the exclamation point was her salute. She wished she could give him another.
                  Ice cream is NOT a healthy breakfast.
                  Jewell’s head snapped up and she looked around the room. How in the world had he known she’d eaten ice cream for breakfast?
                  Yes, I have cameras, and yes, I can see you right now.
                  At that message, Jewell’s eyes widened in shock. Of course he had cameras, and of course he was spying on her. Hmmmm. With a confident smile she looked around the room and then did something she hadn’t done since she was a child. Lifting her hand into her hair so her intention wasn’t quite so obvious, she stuck up her middle finger and smirked. Take that!
                  When two minutes went by and no further messages had arrived from Blake, she began to worry that maybe, just maybe she’d pushed this controlling man a little too far with her rude gesture. What if he was already in his car and driving immediately there to get his revenge? Should she apologize? Before she could make a decision either way, another message popped through.
                  You will be quite a pleasure to tame. Go do your workout.
                  Ugh. Jewell wanted to scream. The last thing she wanted to do right now was climb on exercise equipment. She had little other choice unless she wanted to get kicked out of this man’s life and then lose her job, so she glared up at the walls of his apartment, hoping he was watching, and made her way down the stairs.
                  For just a few moments, she had forgotten about the toy still inside her. Walking down the stairs, even slowly, reminded her very quickly. It shifted against her sensitive inner walls and then immediately started vibrating again, and she found herself panting before she even stepped up onto the elliptical trainer.
                  When she’d programmed a workout and began running, the object continued to shift, continued to vibrate. Jewell felt pressure begin building within her body; her nipples felt like rocks, and the speed of her breathing had nothing to do with the exercise.
                  When she tried to push through it, the