Claimed by the Billionaire: Lust #2 (3 page)

I was so lost in my
thoughts that as I slipped off my clothes, I didn’t realize Bradley was in the
doorway until too late. I jumped and grabbed my shirt to cover myself up with.

“I didn’t hear you come
back!” I exclaimed.

“I’m sorry! I left my
phone on the bed!” He shouted back, his eyes wide, pointing to his phone.

He kept staring and I
snapped, “You can look away!”

“Sorry, I’m uh…” He
turned around, looking back into the living room.

I stood there with my
shirt not on, just covering my breasts, only wearing my underwear. I had seen
how he had looked at me just now. He wanted me. The warmth in my thighs was
sudden but I tried to ignore it, yanking the shirt on over my head, turning
away from him. No, I wasn’t going to be sucked into wanting him again…

There was a shift and I
looked back around. Bradley had turned around, staring at me, looking perfect
in his suit.

“Serena…” He said with
a strangled gasp.

I knew what he wanted
but I backed up, “You said…”

“I know what I said.”

In two steps, he was
over to me, his hands grabbing my waist, his lips on mine and his tongue in my
mouth. He was kissing me again, I realized. I knew I should stop him — he had
just told me a mere ten minutes ago we couldn’t do this and we were already back
at it like school children. But my need was so deep for him that my resolve
crumbled. So did his, by the way he was taking off my shirt and my bra off
quickly, moaning and rubbing my breasts.

“Your meeting…” I
gasped as his hands ran over my chest.

“Don’t care, they can
wait.” He whispered.

I tried not to lose my
head, “But what we just…we just…”

His hands were gliding
over my breasts again and he pinched one of my nipples, “It’s wrong. I know.”

“It is wrong.” I said
as his lips went around my nipples and I threw my head back and moaned.

All discussions stopped
after that. We established that it was wrong. That was all we needed to do. I
started taking off his suit. It was cumbersome and long to take off and harder
to focus on taking it off as his hands slipped into my panties. He slid a
finger into my wetness and I sighed, my legs shaking. Gently, he pushed me onto
the bed. His tie was half off and he threw it to the floor, along with taking
off his shirt.

“Stay there.” He said
to me in a gruff tone and I obeyed.

Bradley got down on his
knees, his fingers trailing along my waist. My whole body was shaking now. He
moved his hands up to my panties and slid them down slowly. I felt myself
blushing.  It had been so long since anyone had…

He slid a finger in me
and I arched my back, moaning loudly. Bradley leaned forward and then his mouth
was on me. The pleasure spread throughout my body in waves. My hips bucked as
he worked on me, my moans growing louder. Bradley was relentless. He didn’t
stop and I didn’t want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop. His fingers
pumped in me and his mouth worked on me. Closer, closer…

“Bradley…” I moaned and
rocked my hips.

I started to orgasm
right there and my moans got louder. The pleasure wracked my body and I shook
all over. After a full minute of shaking, I stopped and laid there on the bed.
My body shook on and off and my breathing was ragged. I closed my eyes for a
second until I felt Bradley pull me down to the edge of the bed. He was hard
against his boxers. I wiggled down off the bed, in front of him. I slid down to
my knees on the floor, looking up at him. He ran his hands through my hair and
I slid down his boxers slowly.

His manhood was thick
and large, throbbing with desire. I ran my tongue up and down his length slowly
and looked up at him, making eye contact.  He murmured my name and I took
him in my mouth.  I ran my tongue up and down his shaft and took as much
of him as I could in my mouth.

I rolled my tongue
around, glancing up at him occasionally. His eyes were closed and he was
moaning. I worked him more and in a few minutes, he was thrusting in my mouth.
I took him the best I could until he was moaning my name. He threw his head
back and he moaned, shuddering, coming.

He filled up my mouth
and I swallowed as quickly as I could. I finished taking him and looked up at
him. Bradley stumbled to the bed and laid there, breathing hard. I slid back up
to the bed, lying next to him as well, closing my eyes.

“We didn’t technically
break the rules.” He mumbled in my ear.

I laughed with my eyes
closed, feeling the warmth of his body next to me, “What are we going to do?”

His phone rang, but he
ignored it, “What do you mean?”

I didn’t want to ruin
the moment but I opened my eyes, looking at him, “We agreed it was a bad
idea…for us to sleep together. Because we don’t know anything about each other.
Because we work together. You still think that?”

Bradley looked at me
with those eyes of his that made me melt, “It’s a terrible idea.”

My heart dropped.

He kept talking, “If anyone
knew…that you and I…with me being your boss...” He moved a lock of my hair out
of my face, “It would ruin me.”

“No one will know.”

“And we hardly know
each other…”

“We can start. You know
we have a connection.” I was pressing my luck but I didn’t care.

Bradley seemed to be
thinking it over but his phone rang again. This time he didn’t ignore it and
got up off the bed, picking up his phone. He spoke a few sentences explaining
he had had an emergency with the business and then he hung up.

“I have to go. I’m so
late for the meeting.”

I sat up, “Bradley, we
have to talk about this. Because the discussion we had thirty minutes ago held
up for about five minutes.”

He was pulling his
pants up, “I know, Serena.  I just…”

“You can’t sleep with
me, tell me that’s it for us, then come in and…we mess around again and dart
off to a business dinner.”

Bradley looked at me
and walked over in two steps and kissed me deeply. His mouth was warm and made
my legs go numb again. He pulled away and his hand was on my cheek.

“You’re right. I know,
Serena. Let me get through this week. We’ll talk after. I promise.”

I relaxed, his hand
warm and comforting, “Okay.”

He kissed my forehead
and finished tying his tie.  Bradley left again and I watched him go.

The week went by without
anything else happening between Bradley and me. I wanted him more than anything
but we both tried to give each other space. I knew he was thinking about the
situation at hand and I was as well.

Was I being too
emotional in wanting him? How could I not be, when we lasted five minutes after
we promised we were never going to touch each other again? What if we were just
attracted to each other physically?

I was looking forward
to talking with Bradley. The flight home we didn’t speak. We worked. I didn’t
want to push the discussion right then and there on the plane. I found myself
looking forward to seeing Greg. I had missed him and the nightly Face Time
calls with him hadn’t felt like enough. As the week had gone by, I found myself
missing him more and more.

By the time I pulled up
to the parking lot of where my apartment complex was located, I was excited to
see him. It was almost nine at night but my father let him stay up. I burst
through the front door and Greg was there, running towards me.

“Oh, I missed you!” I
exclaimed, hugging him tightly to me.

Greg started talking
excitedly about his week. I listened to him intently as he yanked me into the
living room. My father was sitting on the couch and I tried to say hi but Greg
was talking a mile a minute.

It took me thirty
minutes to settle Greg down and another thirty minutes to get him into bed.
Once he slid into bed, he fell asleep almost instantly. I knew he was tired and
I watched him drift off to sleep.

My father was still in
the living room, getting ready to leave. He looked as though he had aged ten
years in the last few months. We talked quietly for a little bit, catching up.
My father had never been the same after my mother had passed away five years
ago from cancer. He seemed even less like himself after the business closed and
we had lost all our money.

I watched his figure
depart, sadness in my heart. I wished my father could be happy. I wished I
could help ease his burden. Soon, he was just a small shadow getting in his car
and he drove off.

I spent the weekend
with Greg and my father. We went out to the movies, went shopping and relaxed
together. The break from work and from stressing about Bradley was a nice
weight off my shoulders.

By the time Monday
rolled around, I felt more focused than ever. I was ready to get into work and
kick some serious butt. I had been distracted too much by Bradley. I didn’t
want us sleeping together to make me think that I could stop working or trying
my best at the job.

I have to admit that I
did spend extra time on my makeup and outfit than I usually did. I was use to
the girl at the front desk on floor one sneering at my out of date outfits. But
I didn’t care about her.

With Greg dropped off
and my hair and makeup on point, I rode the elevator up to the top floor. I
kept playing with my jacket. I really needed to stop but I couldn’t help
myself. I must have been more nervous than I thought. My hair was pulled up in
a bun and my makeup was soft and highlighted my lips and cheekbones.

I exhaled slowly as the
elevator stopped at the top floor. The doors glided open soundlessly.

And froze.

It was as though every
inch of me had been doused in ice cold water. Bradley was kissing some very
tall, very skinny, platinum haired dyed blonde. Her arms were wrapped around
his waist. I must have made some sort of noise because she looked up from
kissing Bradley.

“Oh, your little
assistant is here.” She sneered.

I knew that voice. It
was the same snarky voice that I let fluster me in my first week. It was
Bradley’s ex-wife.

“Why is she just
standing there?” She said, a smirk on her face, “Is she slow?”

What was her name
again? I tried to remember from the e-mails. It was something goofy…December
or…no, Winter. Her name was Winter.

I plastered on my
phoniest smile, “Good morning, Mrs. Gable.”

Her features softened a
little bit at my placating use of her soon to be ex-name, “I’ll go. Wouldn’t
want to distract your little assistant anymore.”

Anger, embarrassment
and sadness seemed to be going through me in waves. It was as though I was in
physical pain at the sight of Bradley kissing his ex. How could I have been so
stupid? Why did I let myself fall into such a silly situation? I thought about
how I had let him kiss me and put his hands on me.

And now he was kissing
Winter and her sneering, ugly gaze made my skin crawl. I wanted to slap both of
them. I couldn’t believe what a fool I was.

Winter flicked her hair
back and some of it hit Bradley’s face. Bradley’s face was blank. She strolled
by me in her five inch designer heels, her perfume wafting over me, smothering
me. The elevator doors closed behind me.

Bradley and I just
stared at each other. The silence was heavy and thick.

I waited for him to
speak.

Bradley was still looking
at me as though he had kicked a puppy and I hated it. I didn’t want his pity or
the stupid way he looked at me as though he didn’t know what to tell me.

“Good morning.” I said,
stiffly, trying to fight the urge to follow his ex-wife, Winter, into the
elevator and leave.

“Serena, she kissed
me.” He said.

“Are you kidding me?” I
hissed through clenched teeth, “This isn’t high school, Bradley. You truly
expect me to believe that line?”

He took a step towards
me but I took one back, “I’m telling the truth.”

“I don’t believe you.
You’re blocking my desk, please move.”

Bradley seemed taken
aback but he moved out of my way, allowing me to get to my desk. I sat down,
booting up my computer. I tried not to look at him and tried not let my
emotions show on my face.

“Serena, we need to
talk, please.” He begged.

“About what?” I
snapped, looking up at him, “I saw you kissing your wife. You were right, with
what you said in Vegas. We really don’t know much about each other. If I had
known what I know now, I never would have let things go that far between us,” I
turned my attention back to the computer, “You have a meeting in twenty
minutes. You should probably get ready.”

Sensing that I had
ended the conversation, Bradley went into his office, shutting the door quietly
behind him. I stared at my computer screen. I tried to make sense of all the
emotions I was feeling inside me but none of it seemed to connect logically. I
had been such a fool. How could I have fallen for his lies and let myself be
lured in to him? Was it just because he was good looking or was I truly
interested in him? The way my heart was aching made me think that it was
because I had feelings for him.

But that didn’t matter
because he didn’t feel the same. He was a slime ball. I had let him in out of a
pure schoolgirl crush and he still had feelings for his wife. I thought of how
Winter had flicked her hair back and sauntered by me. She almost had this
knowing look on her face, as though she could see right through me and knew
everything. I felt another surge of anger rush through me. 

I knew I had to quit.
There was no way I could work here. It would be ridiculous to stay and see him
every day and try to act as though Vegas had never happened, as though my
feelings had never happened. I glanced back at his closed office door. The money
was nice…the money was very nice. No other job would pay me like this one and I
couldn’t exactly put this down on a resume or ask Bradley for a reference. I
would have to get a job that paid half this much due to my lack of experience.
I chewed on that for a while, idly checking e-mails. Just as I was about to get
up and tell Bradley that I was quitting, an e-mail came in. I nearly choked
when I saw that it was from Winter.

I opened it gingerly,
almost worried about what it’d say. It was sent only to me and all it said was
Lunch at 12:30 across the street?

I stared at it and read
it about ten more times. A sick feeling swooped up, from my toes to the tips of
my fingers. Why in the world did she want to meet me? Had Bradley told her
about us? There was no way. He would have let me know if he had, right? Maybe I
hadn’t had the poker face I thought I had when she came in.

I stared at the
computer screen for way too long, wondering how and if I should reply. But the
curiosity was almost too much to bear. I emailed her back and agreed to see
her, glancing back at Bradley’s office door.

At 12:30, I left to go
the café across the street. Bradley hadn’t tried to talk to me and I still
wasn’t sure if I was going to quit or not. I thought to myself that it depended
on what Winter was meeting with me about. I knew Bradley would kill me if he
knew I was having lunch with her. But I was furious at him and frankly the
curiosity was overwhelming.

I saw her before she
saw me. She wasn’t in the spot Bradley usually sat in. She was on the opposite
side of the café, still in the back. Her hair was falling over her shoulders,
dyed a deep platinum blonde — it appeared almost white. Winter was tapping away
on her phone. Her nails were fake, deep red with an ornate gold design on the
middle finger of each hand. I noticed she still wore her wedding ring. Her
clothes were designer and she had a Burberry bag but her skirt was short,
showing off a milky white thigh that would entice any man who glanced over. I
felt out of fashion in last year’s clothes with my hair done up in a quick bun.
I’m sure I looked tired and my makeup wasn’t nearly as polished as hers. I
couldn’t guess her age. Was she younger than me? Even though I was only thirty,
I felt old.

I tried to straighten
myself up and walked over to her in what I hoped was a confident manner. Winter
looked up as I slid into the seat across from her.

“You made it.” She said
to me, looking at me with bright green eyes.

The waiter bustled over
before I could reply. I ordered a coffee and a muffin and Winter just ordered a
cup of tea. Barely a lunch, I thought to myself. 

“Sorry about this
morning,” Winter said, not sounding sorry at all, “I don’t know how much
Bradley has told me about him and I, with our marriage, our divorce,
everything.” She waved her hand, as though she was shrugging the details away.

“Not much,” I replied
honestly, “He hasn’t brought you up at all.”

Winter’s eyes narrowed,
as though she couldn’t believe that Bradley wasn’t talking about her all the
time, “Well, I’ll explain a little bit before I get to the point as to why I
invited you here,” She paused, eying cigarettes that had fallen out of her
purse, “Janine didn’t tell you anything?”

“Janine?” I replied,
slightly taken aback.

“I’ll take that as a
no,” She flicked her hair back, “Fine, I’ll give you a quick rundown and that
explain what I need.”