On His Orders (The Billionaire's Way) (5 page)

Loki escorts me down a hall. We walk into a large suite. “Is this Sir Gerald’s Master Bedroom?” I ask.

“This is your suite. Enjoy!” Loki says.

Wow. Just wow. The house manager opens the large sliding glass doors, leading to the sand and the surf. I walk into the bathroom which is - I kid you not - larger than my apartment on Venice Beach. This is all just too much.

The house manager opens the door. A servant brings in a set of Prada luggage. “We understand you didn’t have any baggage so we have secured you a wardrobe for your stay,” Loki explains as he directs the servant to set the luggage on a table.

My head is just spinning now. Then I slap myself back to reality. I need to focus. Mr. Peak expects me to perfect. And I intend to follow my billionaire’s orders without fail.

I walk into the bathroom and take a shower. When I go back into the bedroom, I open the luggage and find an enviable collection of casual clothing. A cute white cotton dress calls out to me. Yes, I believe that this will do the job.

I put on the dress and look into the mirror. Dammit. I look really nice. The ocean breeze playfully flips around the skirt and presses the little dress against my body. If this doesn’t seduce Sir Gerald, nothing will get the job done.

I walk back outside and see the two billionaires enjoying cigars right up along the surf. Sir Gerald is barefoot while Mr. Peak is still wearing his impeccable black dress shoes. The Aussie billionaire looks over at me. He gives me a really long stare. It scares me. I believe this dress is doing its job a little too well.

All of a sudden, Sir Gerald couldn’t be bothered with the conversation he was having with my boss.

“I personally picked out that dress for you Sarah,” Mr. Peak says with a smile.

Sir Gerald looks me up and down. “I take you two are more than mere associates.”

Mr. Peak doesn’t respond to Sir Gerald’s statement. Instead, my boss runs his hands through my hair, wordlessly declaring his ownership of me. The Aussie billionaire takes a puff of his cigar while he paints my body with his eyes. Sir Gerald doesn’t seem at all intimidated by Mr. Peak’s presence. The Aussie continues to leer at my body, almost daring my boss to say something. I begin to get uncomfortable. Sir Gerald finally breaks the tension with a simple declaration. “Let’s drink.”

We watch the sun set over the Pacific as all three of us empty several bottles of Chateau Petrus worth more than my Honda Civic. At about Midnight, my head is spinning. Mr. Peak leans in and says, “Excuse yourself and go to your room.”

I dutifully stand up and say, “Sir Gerald, thank you so much for the lovely evening. I understand you probably have much to discuss privately with Mr. Peak so I shall excuse myself.”

Sir Gerald stands up and cradles his drink as he wishes me off. “You have delighted me with your presence this evening. It’s a shame that I won’t be able to lay my eyes on you for the rest of the night. But I understand that LA to Maui flight can take a lot out of a person. Even when it’s on one of Ryan’s Gulfstreams.” The Aussie billionaire stands and stares at me while I walk away. Even though I can’t see him, I can feel his eyes just leering at my ass.

When I get back to my oceanfront suite, I plop down on the bed and close my eyes. The ocean air feels so nice against my body. The serenity of Kapalua beach - along with all that wine - makes me feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. There is only one thing that can top this moment - a jacuzzi bath!

I go into the bathroom and slip out of my dress. The tub spa is just inviting and decadent. I turn on the water and wait for the tub to fill up. After a few minutes of watching the water dance around the jacuzzi, I climb inside.

Now that I am gone from the table, I wonder what Mr. Peak and Sir Gerald must be disussing? Surely, they know one is trying to gain an advantage over the other. Then it occurs to me, don’t these men have enough money? Don’t they have enough power? Perhaps that is the secret to these Alpha lions - enough is never enough. Dominance is in their blood.

I finish my bath and insert myself in the most luxurious robe that my flesh has ever felt. Oh, I want to steal this robe so badly. It feels like I’ve been stuffed into the belly of a rabbit. As, I slip my feet into the equally cozy matching pair of slippers, I hear a knock on my bedroom door.

I skip over to the door and open it. Sir Gerald stands there with his right hand over his eyes. “I hope you are decent,” the Aussie billionaire says innocently.

“I am somewhat indecent,” I tell him.

He playfully takes a peek between his fingers and laughs.

Alright, I am fucking charmed by this guy. The man’s wild hair, beard and devilish smile is really starting to win me over.

Sir Gerald walks inside my suite with something behind his back.

“Forgive me but I forgot one of the seminal traditions given to visitors of the Hawaiian Islands,” the Aussian billionaire says. The man pulls out a colorful lei necklace and places it around my neck.

We both laugh.

Sir Gerald takes his fingers and begins to play with the flowers on the necklace. Then his fingers start to rub against the robe. As much as I am turned on by this sturdy mountain of a man, my loyalty belongs entirely to Mr. Peak.

I ever so gently move backwards. This doesn’t stop the rugged Aussie. He gives me a wide grin and says, “You are a new associate to Mr. Peak. And any young girl would rightly be impressed by his wealth, his power and his charm. Of course my wealth and power exceeds his. Plus, I would like to think of myself as being a bit more charming.”

Now it’s my chance to play my hand. “Perhaps you are only interested in me because I am the one possession of Mr. Peak’s which you can’t have for youself.”

The Aussie’s masisve chest begins to heave. It turns me on but it also makes me take another step backwards. Billionaires, apparently, don’t like to have their abilities questioned when it comes to money, power and women.

Sir Gerald’s blue eyes blaze like fire. “I can buy your boss many times over. At any moment, I can break his fund the way a bear breaks the back of a lion. I own more gold than any other single human being on the planet. I own mines in Mexico, South Africa, Zambia, Australia, Russia, America, and Canada. Soon I will be adding more countries to that list. What does your Mr. Peak own? A couple of mines in Canada, Mexico and Bolivia? Ha! I owned mines in three countries when I was just 24.”

“Well, some lucky girls get gold. It sounds like the special lady in your life will get her own gold mine.”

Sir Gerald moves in closer. He wraps his strong arms around me. “There are many women who compete for that title. You are one of the few who seems, well, reluctant.”

“My relationship with Mr. Peak is rather complicated.”

“Well, it is about to become even more so,” the Aussie tycoon says as he leans down and kisses me on the mouth. I can feel that sting from my boss’s horsewhip.
If I fuck Sir Gerald, then there will be consequences.

My body pushes itself away while my mind is in complete conflict. This man is wealthier, more brash and possibly crazier than my Mr. Peak. Where do my loyalties lie?

The Aussie seems to be both aggravated and enticed by my resistance.

My feet take little steps back until my spine is right up against the wall. Strangely, Sir Gerald moves away and walks towards one of the large chairs. He pulls the chair about five feet in front of me and sits himself down. “You are quite a slippery little girl. I like that. Or perhaps you are a little shy.”

I look down at the floor. He sighs.

“So young and so inexperienced,” he says to me. “Look me in my eyes,” he orders. “Your young face is so beautiful. So pure. I wish I could acquire you.”

“Just like some new gold mine in South America or Asia,” I joke.

Sir Gerald’s face is red. As his breath gets heavy, he says to me, “You are not some ordinary gold mine in South America or Asia. You are the motherlode of young sexuality. The last time I was this aroused was last night.”

“So you conquer different girls nightly? Oh lucky me,” I say as I roll my eyes.

“No,” Sir Gerald says, looking at me like a piece of meat. “Last night I visited the site of my next gold acquisition. I thought money and power were the only things that could bring me excitement anymore. But as soon as I laid my eyes on you, a fire inside of me has sparked.”

Half of me is raptured by this man’s words. The other half of my head - the rational side - just realized that Sir Gerald has just spilled the beans on his next acquisition.
He said he visited the mine last night. All Mr. Peak has to do is check out Sir Gerald’s flight records and he will know the location of that mine.

I smile. Sir Gerald misinterprets that smile as something sexual. He moves towards me. Now, I am trying my best to get out of this situation. That’s not to say I am not attracted to this big hulking, rugged Aussie. It’s just that my mission is done. Now, I need to get to Mr. Peak as soon as possible.

“You are moving too fast for me, Sir Gerald,” I tell him.

The Aussie moves back into his chair. His eyes are still locked with mine. “Your beauty is almost beyond my ability to control myself. Can’t I just see your body before I go.”

Oh fuck. What do I do? Perhaps if I disrobe, Sir Gerald will leave. Or perhaps that will entice him to pursue me further. Before my mind can come to a rational decision, my fingers begin to move towards my robe.

I slowly untie the knot on my robe. My hands gradually open the robe and drop it to the ground. I am naked. Sir Gerald shifts in his seat. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigar. He lights it. “Wow,” he says.

After the Aussie billionaire takes a puff from his cigar, he simply smiles. It’s as though he has already won. Perhaps this is all Sir Gerald wanted.
The man simply wanted the satisfaction of seeing Mr. Peak’s girl naked.

The big Aussie stands up and pulls the chair back in its place. “Mr. Peak is a lucky man,” he says as he moves towards me. I pull my arms over my chest and move back towards the wall. ,“When you are ready for an upgrade, you know where to find me,” the man says in a hushed voice. With that, Sir Gerald exits the room, leaving a trail of cuban cigar smoke behind him. I exhale deeply and fall to the floor. My heart has never beat so hard in my life.

I put my robe on and walk to the bath and drink some water. I need to tell Mr. Peak the information as soon as possible. Should I call him? No, I have to find him and tell him face to face.

I get dressed and leave my room. The house is dark save for some ambient lighting along the walls of the sprawling estate. I walk around the place, trying to figure out exactly where my boss is staying for the evening.