On His Orders (The Billionaire's Way) (3 page)

I walk down the stairs. The driver gets out. He is an Asian man dressed in a sharp black suit. “Hello Ms. Salamuri,” the driver says as he opens the door for me. I want to ask him a million questions. Instead, I keep my mouth shut and get inside of the car.

The driver doesn’t waste a second. He trots back into the driver’s seat and takes off. I look around the the interior of this car. This doesn’t even look like the inside of a car. I feel like I am inside someone’s home.

I notice my reflection in front of me. It takes me a few seconds to see the glass divider between myself and the driver. Ther driver speeds onto Venice Boulevard, headed towards Santa Monica. Perhaps we are going back to the office and Mr. Peak is simply kind enough to offer me a ride? No, I think there is something else going on here. Dammit. I just need to sit back and enjoy being in the backseat of a $400,000 car.

Right now, I’m not as nervous as I was an hour ago. Sitting inside this exquisite automobile can really calm a girl. I lean back and look out of the window. As we sit at a light, I notice all the other drivers staring at the Rolls-Royce They are probably wondering who is sitting back here. For a moment, I actually start to feel like a rich and important human being. I like the feeling!

The Rolls-Royce turns onto Lincoln Boulevard. It’s obvious now that we are not headed towards the office. I keep looking at the other drivers as they gawk at the ultra-luxury sedan. I really don’t want this feeling to end.

The driver makes a right turn right onto Ocean Park Boulevard, headed east away from the ocean. Perhaps Mr. Peak lives in Beverly Hills or Bel-Air? Maybe I am headed to his mansion? My insides begin to tingle with anticipation.

The car begins to slow down and make a turn into an unfamiliar place. Where is this? I look up and see a sign that says,
Welcome to Santa Monica Municipal Airport.
As a resident of Venice Beach, I am used to seeing the private jets fly overhead as they depart and land at this little airstrip. It’s a place where all the rich and famous keep their private jets. And I certainly never thought I would have any business being here.

The Rolls-Royce parks next to an aircraft hangar. The driver gets out and opens the door for me. I step out of the car and look at the driver. He leads me to the front of the hangar where I see Mr. Peak with his assistant.

The billionaire is wearing wraparound sunglasses. He looks even more imposing than yesterday. Mr. Peak is talking to his assistant. Then the billionaire looks right at me and motions for me to come over. I get so excited that I want to run right into his arms.

“Good morning, Sarah,” Mr. Peak says to me.

“Good morning, Sir.”

“We should be going in about ten minutes.”

“Going where?”

“We are headed to Maui.”

Maui?! I don’t even have a change of clothes. I begin to get all flustered. The assistant directs a couple of baggage handlers to a large private jet about a hundred yards away from us. Mr. Peak is tapping messages into his iPhone. As he focuses on his phone, he says to me, “Don’t worry about a change of clothing. All of that will be provided for you.”

I smile. It looks like we are headed on some sort of vacation. Well, all he had to do was ask. I begin to get very comfortable. Heck, I am almost playful at this point. I look up at the six-foot five billionaire and ask, “So what are we going to do in Maui?”

Mr. Peak places his right hand on my back and leads me to the jet. “We are going on a business trip. It won’t feel like one. But, trust me, I don’t fly thousands of miles out of pure recreation. This is going to be your first and last chance to prove your worth to me.”

Those final words shook me. That fleeting moment of fear is quickly diminished when Mr. Peak leads me aboard his private jet. Much to my surprise, he allows me to board first. This is his first real act of chivalry. Perhaps this is turning into a relationship of mutual respect. Yeah, right. I’m his boss. And in every respect, I am his bitch.

When I step onboard the jet, this stunning Nordic goddess of a woman welcomes me. She must be about six feet tall with platinum blonde hair and impossibly long legs. In short, this stewardess is super-model beautiful. I am jealous.
She is not going to make a move on my man.

The stewardess welcomes me aboard with a wide smile. I give her a guarded nod and look around at the most opulent interior of any aircraft I have ever seen in my life. The jet is looks like it cost more than what I could possibly make in a lifetime.

Mr. Peak comes onboard. He is so tall that his head nearly touches the ceiling of the craft. He makes his way to a big, leather chair near the rear of the plane. I grab the seat right across from him. I wish I could be sitting closer.

Right when I sit down, that tall blonde stewardess serves Mr. Peak a drink. That bitch, I bet she is going to make a move on him. She is so fucking gorgeous it is starting to piss me off. Dammit. I need to calm down. After all, Mr. Peak said this is going to be a business trip.

My billionaire boss turns off his phone and focuses his concentration on his drink. However, he doesn’t place the glass towards his lips. “May I serve you a drink?” the tall stewardess asks me.

“I’ll have a Rum & Coke.”

“Very Good.”

Mr. Peak looks over at me and smiles. “So is this your first time in a private aircraft?”

“Yes. It’s impressive.”

“It’s one of my small ones. I want to land close to Gerald Lovell’s Estate.”

Oh my God. One of his small planes. Wait a minute, who is Gerald Lovell?! Is that someone I should know.

“Um, who is Gerald Lovell?” I ask.

That question elicits a little laugh from Mr. Peak. “Well, you certainly are new to the game. That’s good. Gerald Lovell is the largest private owner of gold mines in the world. He is the seventh wealthiest man on the planet. His wealth exceeds mine by a factor of ten.”

I almost lose my breath. We’re going to Maui to meet a billionaire ten times richer than Mr. Peak!

The stewardess comes back with my drink. Mr. Peak raises his glass in a toast. “When we take off, thousands of people on the Westside of LA will see this private jet fly off into the skies over the Pacific Ocean. They will wonder who is in that plane? Where are they going? So a toast to us. We are up here while everyone is down there.”

We bring our glasses together. We drink. We smile. The plane rolls to the runaway. A powerful thrust from the engine propels us forward. I look out of the window. The private jet takes off over Santa Monica. We speed into the sky. The ground below becomes smaller and smaller. The streets give way to the beaches of Santa Monica. And then the ocean. I look back at Los Angeles. Mr. Peak is right. There are thousands of people down there, looking at this private jet. They all know we are going somewhere special. Now, for the first time, I begin to understand where Mr. Peak is coming from. Once you go up, you never, ever want to come back down.

The jet keeps climbing up and up into the sky. The acceleration is exhilarating. This is certainly nothing like flying coach. My entire body tingles with the thoughts of what awaits me in Maui. Heck, I have never even been out of the mainland United States. My entire world is changing right in front of me.

I admire the cabin and then I stare over at Mr. Peak who is back on his phone. I wonder what he is doing. I just look at his forehead wondering how his mind operates. It’s as though he is a higher function version of every other human being I have ever met in my life.

That tall blonde stewardess comes up to Mr. Peak again asking if he wants anymore drinks. My boss looks at her and smiles. I swear to God I want to throw her off of this fucking plane. She could probably steal my billionaire away from me with her fucking supermodel looks and her big perky tits. Fuck her!

Mr. Peak looks over at me. “Is something bothering you?” he asks me.

“No, Mr. Peak.”

My boss looks over at the stewardess. I think he knows exactly what’s on my mind. Dammit.

This guy must be psychic.

“Does Allison bother you?” my boss asks me as he gestures to the super-model stewardess.

For the first time, I don’t have an answer for my boss. I almost want to interrogate him like my last boyfriend. He leans in and says, “Does she make you jealous?”

I nod “yes.”

Mr. Peak motions for the blonde stewardess to come over to him. I begin to get really nervous.

“Allison, I want you to take the next hour off. Sit down, get comfortable and watch the show,” my boss says as he unfastens the belt on his chair.

What the hell is he talking about?

Mr. Peak moves over towards me and presses down my hands against the large leather armrests. He leans in and kisses me on the neck. Oh fuck. My entire body turns to jelly. “The nice thing about having your own private jet is that you can do whatever you want. You can get away with things that simply are not condoned on commercial airline flights.”

My boss starts to unbutton my blouse. He opens it, exposing my heaving breasts stuffed inside my white bra. He runs his tongue down to my chest. Then he kisses my stomach.

Mr. Peak removes my blouse and leaves me in my bra and my skirt. He looks back at Allison who smiles and appears to be enjoying the show. She doesn’t seem to be jealous at all. All of a sudden, I no longer fear the blonde Goddess. On this flight, Mr. Peak’s attention is focused solely on me, solely on my body.

I feel my boss’s hands all over my body. Dammit. He is so good at this. I look at the blonde, who seems to be getting aroused by this. Now, I’ve kissed a few girls here and there but I’ve never had another girl watch. This is a totally new experience for me.

I listen to the hum of the jet cruising into the clouds as Mr. Peak’s hands run down between my legs. I throw my thighs over the armrests and close my eyes. Life can’t get any better. “You are about to have some company,” the billionaire tells me. I open my eyes and I see the blonde stewardess take off her jacket. I immediately get nervous. I close my legs and place my hands over my chest.

The billionaire looks me in the eye. “It looks like you are resisting me. I don’t like when you do that, Sarah.”

“I’ve never had a threesome before,” I explain to my boss.

“Well, well, well. It looks like you need to loosen up a bit,” he says as he runs his hands up my side.

The blonde walks up behind my chair and grabs my arms. She pins those arms over my head. I try to break free but fuck, this girl is strong.

Mr. Peak leans in and begins to kiss my chest. He unhooks my bra and starts to gently run his tongue over my nipples. Oh my God. That feels so nice.