Anyone U Want: (A Billionaire Scifi BBW Alien Spanking Romance) (2 page)

“Yeah, right.” Holly sighed. “Forget it, Abby, it’s never gonna happen.”

“Never say never.” Abby grinned. “What if you somehow found out that Mr. Boss Man was into plus sized posteriors and didn’t mind dating the help. Then what?”

“Um…” Holly could feel her cheeks heating again. “I still don’t think it would happen.” She didn’t want to say why but it was clear that Abby had guessed the third and final reason she and her boss were never going to get together outside of a dream-viewer.

“You think he’s not into that freaky shit you program into your viewer?” Abby smiled not unkindly. “That’s it, isn’t it?”

“I swear to God, Abby. Nothing is sacred with you, is it?” Holly frowned but her best friend just grinned and blew another juicy pink bubble.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

Holly sighed, defeated. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Well that’s crap,” Abby announced. “You never know unless you try. If he’s as big a control freak as you say, I bet he’d get off on all that dominance and submission stuff.”

“Abby, please! That’s completely out of the question.” Holly felt like her whole body was blushing. There was no way she was going to approach her handsome, unobtainable boss and ask if he wanted to dominate her. In fact, the very idea of him finding out that she craved punishment from him was enough to make her feel slightly ill with embarrassment.

Abby grinned unrepentantly. “Suit yourself but I think you’re passing up a golden opportunity. There must be some way you could let him know. Bring that dream-viewer to work and leave it on your desk come lunch time. If he’s half as nosey as me he’ll take a peek and before you know it he’ll be calling you into his office and bending you over his knee.”

“Don’t even
talk
about that.” Holly felt a flutter of pure panic at the very idea. If Grant Harris the Third ever,
ever
got even an inkling of the kind of sex she craved, let alone found out that she programmed her dream viewer with sick, naughty fantasies of him spanking her into submission she would absolutely
die
.

Abby looked bored. “Fine. We can discuss the juicy details of your real sex life instead. Oh wait—you don’t
have
one because you’re too in love with your boss to go out with the guys I set you up with.”

Holly’s hand tightened on the expensive dream-viewer headset. “It’s not that I don’t want to go—I just don’t have time right now, Abby. I’m always away on business trips and I work nights and weekends half the time too.”

“Only because you want to be near your precious boss,” Abby accused. “Hell, if he decided to become a vampire and told you he was going to conduct business from midnight to dawn you wouldn’t bat an eye. You can’t even promise to spend Christmas with your family because he might want you to go somewhere.”

Holly shifted uncomfortably. This had been a sore spot with her mom—leave it to Abby to bring it up. “It’s just that Grant said we might go on a business trip around that time and I don’t like to promise if I’m not sure I can keep my word.”

“So now it’s ‘Grant’ is it? Only I bet you never call him that at work. Anymore than he calls you Holly.” Abby frowned.

“Well, no…but we have a formal relationship. There’s a line we never really cross. Not that I don’t want to but I
can’t
.” Holly felt frustrated, trying to explain. How could she make Abby see? Her friend was so blunt and straight-forward, there was no way she would get Mr. Harris’s dry sense of humor. How could Holly explain the witty, acerbic little asides he murmured to her in the middle of boring business meetings when she was supposed to be taking notes for him? Or the way he looked at her sometimes with those piercing blue eyes as though he was trying to see her very soul?

Holly had seen the way other big finance and business men treated their personal assistants—like machines that were designed to do a specific task with no emotions or personal preferences. Mr. Harris wasn’t like that. When they went out for lunch, he asked her where she wanted to go and always picked up the check. When they went on business trips he let her choose the hotel they stayed in. He took a personal interest in her, asking about her weekends and her family and listening intently to everything she said. They even traded favorite books back and forth on occasion.

And just because they retained their formal façade and called each other Mr. Harris and Miss Sparks didn’t mean he didn’t care—to Holly it meant that he respected her too much to treat her like an object or just another employee in his vast corporation. How could she help falling in love with him in light of those circumstances?

“Hello, Earth to Holly?”

“Huh?” Holly looked up to see Abby staring at her in disgust.

“Look, it’s clear I’m getting nowhere with you. If you want to waste your life pining after a man you’re too afraid to go after, then be my guest.” Abby shook her head and stood up. “Just remember when you’re old and gray and all alone it’s because you were too chicken to take a chance.”

“Thanks a lot,” Holly muttered as her friend left the living room. For a moment she wondered if Abby might be right. She and Mr. Harris had a lot in common. Was it possible that her boss might share her sexual interests as well? And might he feel about her the way she felt about him?

Then sanity reasserted itself. No matter what a good, considerate boss Mr. Harris was, that was all he was—her boss. And he was so far above her he might as well be a star in the sky—something to wish on and dream about but not something she could actually ever have.

“Get over it, Holly,” she told herself with a sigh as she grabbed the remote and flipped on the vid-wall. “You’re his assistant, not his girlfriend. And that’s how it’s going to stay.”

Grant Harris the Third wasn’t exactly sure when he’d fallen for his shy but intriguing assistant. Maybe it was the first time he’d heard her sexy little purr of a laugh. Or when he saw her reading a book that happened to be one of his favorites and found out it was her favorite too. Or maybe it was the first time he’d seen her bend over to pick something up and got to really appreciate that round, luscious ass she hid behind her boxy business skirts. Hell—maybe it was a combination of all those things. Whatever the cause the effect was the same—Grant wanted Holly like he’d never wanted a woman before.

Too bad she was off limits.

He paced around his spacious office, dictating business correspondence and watching her from the corner of his eye as she took notes on the iThink holo pad. The device was top of the line. It would record not just his image and words but his body temperature, heart rate and the mood he’d been in when the recording was made as well as Miss Sparks’ private notes and reminders. And Grant was watching his assistant every bit as attentively as the machine was watching him.

Holly wasn’t the kind of woman the world expected him to date—that was for sure. She wasn’t super slim or tall or blonde and tanned. Her hair wasn’t sleek and perfectly coifed. Oh, she always looked businesslike, twisting her auburn curls into a plump bun at the nape of her neck. But somehow a tendril or two always managed to escape their prison, giving her a sexy fly-away look. Instead of little black dresses she wore sensible heels and frumpy business clothes that didn’t show her true shape although it was plain enough that she was full figured, especially around her ripe, squeezable ass. In fact, if Grant had been a different kind of man he would have had his hands on that ass a long time ago.

No, can’t think like that,
he reminded himself firmly as he went on dictating business by rote.
Holly’s off limits and you know it.

Grant knew he should just forget his assistant and try to start dating again which he hadn’t been doing for the past year and a half since he realized Holly was the one he wanted. He ought to leave her alone and try to meet the kind of woman a man of his wealth and stature was supposed to go out with. The trouble was, he’d tried dating those women and they left him cold.

Running the largest hovercar corporation in the world didn’t leave him a lot of time to meet people. So for a while he’d employed a dating service that catered specifically to the super rich. But all the girls they set him up with seemed to be the same—tall, skinny, and just a little too interested in his money. Grant would never forget the last “date” he’d gone on with one of these supermodel-type gold diggers.

The woman had been perfectly coifed, her platinum blonde hair piled into a gleaming mass on top of her head. She was bone-thin, her tan skin stretched tightly across her exotically high cheekbones—so tightly it looked like her skeleton was trying to get out of her body. Adding the hair-do to the five inch spiked heels she had strapped to her exquisitely pedicured feet, she was almost as tall as Grant.

On top of being a perfect ten, his prospective date had a pedigree as long as his arm—something that would surely please his family—not that Grant really cared. Being a debutant and having a blood line you could trace back to Plymouth Rock didn’t automatically make a woman sexy or interesting or fun to be with. But the dating service had sent her so he felt it was his duty to at least
try
. Holly had only been working for him for about six months at that time and he hadn’t yet realized his feelings for her so he’d had his date meet him at the office.

As he showed the tall blonde around, Grant had made a joke—he couldn’t even remember what it was now—he was just trying to lighten the mood and get the date off to a good start. He would never forget the blank look on the stick-thin girl’s face. He wasn’t sure if she didn’t think the joke was funny or if it had gone totally over her head. But as they’d left his office, he’d heard Holly’s quiet, sexy little laugh. He’d turned back and raised an eyebrow at his assistant and she’d shrugged apologetically. “Sorry, I know that wasn’t meant for me, Mr. Harris. It just tickled my funny bone.”

At that moment it was as though he saw Holly—really
saw
her—for the first time. The date with the blonde debutant had tanked, of course but after that day he’d begun to pay more attention to his assistant. He asked about her life and started getting her opinion on certain decisions. What he learned astounded him. Holly had great business sense and a wonderful sense of humor. A sharp intelligence was hidden behind those innocent deep blue eyes and as he came to know her better, he realized that they had more in common than any of the women the dating agency sent over. Accordingly, he stopped his contract with them and just concentrated on getting to know his assistant. And over the last year and a half he had fallen for her completely.

So why wasn’t he with Holly right now? Why didn’t he have her sitting in his lap with her arms around his neck while he kissed her senseless instead of droning on and on about some boring business meeting he could conduct in his sleep?

It wasn’t because she was his assistant. There were ways to work around that and he didn’t give a damn what anyone thought even though he knew his father, Grant Harris the Second, would probably have an aneurysm if he knew Grant was dating “the help.” Holly came from a middle class background with a mixed heritage that would make his mother cringe. But again, Grant didn’t care.

And it wasn’t because Holly wasn’t the trophy wife he was expected to fall for. It didn’t matter to him that she wasn’t tall and thin. He was tired of taking tanned skeletons to bed. The last girl he’d slept with had been as flat as a boy with non-existent hips and an ass so tiny and tight you’d need a microscope to find it under her perfectly distressed three thousand dollar jeans. During sex their hip bones had knocked together painfully and there was nothing for Grant to hold onto. It was miserable.

In contrast, he could just imagine what sex with Holly would be like. Under those boring business skirt and jacket combos she always wore he could tell her body was ripe and firm. He wanted to hold her heavy breasts in his hands and thumb her nipples while she moaned his name. Wanted to part those lush thighs and lap her sweet cunt until she came for him again and again.

But he couldn’t.

Because Grant needed more than intelligence and a good sense of humor in the woman he picked to stand by him for life. He needed more than shared interests, a pretty face, and a luscious body.

Grant needed a submissive.

A woman who was willing and eager to submit to him sexually, who wanted to be dominated in the bedroom. And someone who needed to be tied up, teased, and punished as much as Grant needed to hand out that punishment, was hard to come by.

If Holly had any idea of the hot, twisted things he wanted to do to her sweet little body, Grant was sure she’d run screaming for the nearest unemployment line. He hadn’t spent the past year and a half falling in love with her just to lose her because of his deviant desires.

So Grant kept his mouth shut and his hands to himself. Better to have her in his life as an assistant and a friend than to not have her at all. Occasionally it got to be too much for him though, and he wondered if there was any way to find out if Holly might be open to his sexual needs. He’d had her followed by a private eye for a while but with disappointing results. Holly didn’t frequent any of the D&S or S&M clubs in the city. In fact, she didn’t go out much at all. She spent most of the time she wasn’t at work in the small, eclectically decorated apartment she shared with her best friend, an irritating woman called Abby.

For a while Grant had even wondered if his assistant might be a closeted lesbian but the private eye nixed that idea, much to his relief. Holly never seemed attracted to other women and besides there was something—a spark of attraction between her and himself—that Grant was sure wouldn’t have been there if she didn’t have an interest in men. But as far as he had been able to find out, she lived the life of a nun—which made it even more likely that she’d run as fast and as far as she could get from him if he revealed what he fantasized about every time he saw her.

Pulling the clip out of her hair and putting her over my knee so that all those long red curls hang down as I push up her skirt. She’ll struggle and cry while I pulled down her panties but we both know she needs to take her punishment. With the panties out of the way I can finally see the creamy, white skin of her luscious ass. Once I start spanking her all that beautiful pale skin will turn as red as a sunset and Holly will writhe and moan, begging me not to stop. To never stop…