28-year-old Colin Corrette comes from a dark complicated background. In his mind, he was born without the ability to love and without a soul. What can be expected from the product of crime? But deep down he wants to be more than his past, more than the spawn of his father. This is where his need to control comes in. He needs it, without it he is lost and in his mind, a predator. Colin exercises control in his business, in his personal life, and most importantly in his sex life. He is looking for something or rather someone. Who that is, he doesn't really know until she sits down for a job interview at his company. 
When 18-year-old Emery Palmer interviews for an intern position at Corrette Enterprises he is instantly drawn to her. He desperately wants her to be his. Most intriguing of all she has never been loved by a man, never been properly taken care of by one and most electrifying? She has never been touched by a man. She could be all his, and he could give her everything and more. But will she agree to everything he wants from her? What about his desperate want to put his child inside her? 

When Emery Palmer interviews for an intern position she is young, naive and perhaps a little too innocent. After running from her latest group home she finds herself homeless and living on the streets of Chicago Illinois, so when she interviews for a job at Corrette Enterprises there is not much she can lose. Turns out that was a lie too.

You Are Mine: I Can Give You Everything

It's a good thing I had so many errands to run. It has, for the most part, kept my mind from drifting to Emery and what she is doing. How have I grown so... dependent was the wrong word but I'm not really sure what to call it. I haven't even had sex with her, maybe that was the problem. 


"Sir, Miss MacWan's driving record," Reese says to me as I slid into the backseat, from our final stop of the afternoon. 


I shift to peer at his laptop between the two middle seats. I narrow my eyes a little, "two speeding tickets in the past year? Well, this will be the last time she drives Emery around." 


I breathe a soft sigh running my hand through my hair, before checking my watch. I have run all of my errands and I still have at least an hour and a half to kill before Emery will be done at the spa. 


"Let's go pay Joyce a visit," I mutter after a moment of debating what to do with myself. 


Chapter 10: Killing Time