Serving HIM Vol. 4: Alpha Billionaire Romance (3 page)

The thought of her
knowing
made me feel kind of miserable inside.

I found my hand going to my grandmother’s necklace, wondering what she would have told me to do about the lump in my stomach. Then I flushed at the thought of my grandmother knowing about that room. I let go of my necklace and decided that it was time to get some work done. I would do my job and pretend that my insides weren’t twisting into knots.

I tried, but I didn’t do a very good job.

Chapter 3

Dominic

Considering I’d spent most of my day reliving a specific morning encounter, I left work feeling fairly accomplished.

I had a number of meetings set up in the near future, including a couple in Philadelphia. Dumb fucks shouldn’t have tried to come play in my pool without talking with me first.

I’d also cleared away a number of other matters and had a teleconference with the board addressing some upcoming issues with the line of hotels and a few other big issues. There was nothing urgent, but Amber and I had worked almost seven hours straight without a break. Lunch had consisted of sandwiches at our desk and if she’d noticed my occasional lack of focus, she was too professional to say. Or she was just used to it by now. Most people who worked closely with me knew how I worked, even if they didn’t realize why.

Some of my mind had been on work.

Everything else had been back at the penthouse and now I was planning on all the things I wanted to do to Aleena.
With
Aleena.

For Aleena.

I felt a stab of guilt as I remembered how I’d left her. I didn’t regret denying her release. That was part of learning how to be a Submissive. No, I regretted that I hadn’t soothed her wrists and made sure she understood that I wasn’t trying to be cruel, but rather build the trust we needed between us for this to work.

When I unlocked the door, the scent of dinner hit me and my stomach growled, grumbling in protest to let me know that the sandwich I’d given it for lunch hadn’t done much good.

I looked around for Aleena. We could eat…first. It would be wise, considering the evening I had planned. We’d both need our energy.

She wasn’t there.

My stomach made another gurgling yowl and I went into the kitchen and found a covered plate waited on the table for me. I tugged over the warming cover, smiling as I uncovered roasted potatoes, asparagus and chicken. It was still steaming and when I cut into it with a fork, it fell apart.

Taking the plate with me, I headed for my office. If she was working, then she could just stop and join me. She would often get so focused on things, she’d lose track of time. I wondered if she’d even eaten lunch today. I frowned. I hoped she had. I didn’t want her skipping meals.

That made me pause. Looking for her to join me for dinner wasn’t strange. Sometimes Fawna and I would share a meal while we watched TV or went over plans for what was ahead in the week, but the place my mind had gone had been concern over her well-being. That was something new. That was ‘taking care of’ territory.

I was thinking about Aleena in ways that I’d never thought about anyone else. Suddenly, everything I’d been thinking about all day came flooding in all at once.

The plans I had for the night weren’t the only things I was thinking of.

I was thinking about…us. Personal things. Intimate things.

I needed to slow down, but images came cropping up, all the things I wanted to do to her, with her, for her...fuck it.

I could deal with the worries and everything else later.

I shoved another bite of food into my mouth, impatience gnawing at me now.

The office was empty, so Aleena wasn’t working. She wasn’t in the small personal gym I had set up in the penthouse either.

No. She was in her apartment. And the door was shut.

I could hear the low, muted noise coming from the TV. When I knocked, the noise was silenced and, a moment later, she opened the door. I stood there with my half-eaten dinner in one hand and felt like an idiot. She waited with her head cocked and a curious look on her face, like she couldn’t imagine why I was standing there.

All day, I’d been half-imagining coming home to find her naked, or even half-naked on the couch, eagerly waiting for me to return. As desperate for me as I was for her.

Instead, she was wearing a pair of yoga pants and a too-big zipped-up sweatshirt that slipped down on one shoulder. She looked adorable, like she was settling in for a night. Alone.

That was what pissed me off. She was settling in for a night alone and all I’d been thinking about was us spending the night together.

As I stood there, the top slid further down her shoulder and the skin bared made my mouth water. My hands itched and I almost reached up to tug it back into place.

I didn’t though.

The pale, faded green looked like it had been through many washings and she caught the material, pulled it bag into place absently, the gesture one of long habit. I wondered if it had always been hers or if she’d gotten it from some guy. A guy she wanted to remember...

“Is everything okay?” She glanced at my food and then up to me. “Is there something wrong with your dinner?”

“Um…” I frowned and then shrugged. “No, it’s good. Did you get any?”

“Me? Oh. No. That was for you. I ordered Chinese in a while ago.” A smile danced across her lips. “Kung Pao chicken.”

The sweatshirt slid down again, tempting me.

I wanted to grab it and yank it off. Pull down that zipper until I could see what I suspected from her bare shoulder; that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.

I wanted her naked.

I wanted her naked and downstairs and clearly thinking about the hours that had transpired between us and not about damn Kung Pao anything.

She looked…bored.

She didn’t look at all like she’d been thinking about anything that had happened between us. Like it hadn’t been haunting her every thought all day, making work nearly impossible.

That pissed me off, but I refused to let it show. I couldn’t let her know how much I needed her, not when it was clear I wasn’t affecting her the same way. I cut into another bite of chicken, staring at her as I slid the fork into my mouth. I took my time chewing, watching her the entire time, trying to decide what to do next.

She didn’t squirm. A few weeks ago, maybe even just a few days ago, she would have squirmed, been uncomfortable by the way I stared at her and by the drawn-out silence.

But not now.

She just stood there and waited.

“How did the meeting with Annette go?” I knew Annette would never have treated Aleena poorly, but I was curious as to how the two of them had gotten along. Next to Fawna, Annette was one of the few women I didn’t always feel the need to keep up my guard.

“Oh, fine.” Aleena shrugged, glancing back at the muted TV, as though her brain was already back on whatever program she wasn’t watching. “She seems eager to get to work. She said she wants to do the house in the Hamptons too if it’s all right with you. We’d need to go out there. If you can spare me any this week, I’ll contact her and let her know when it will work.”

I waited.

She looked back at the TV. Then back at me, her face still calm.

“Okay.”

She smiled. “Okay, then.” She looked at the plate. “I’ll be sure to let Francisco know you enjoyed the meal.”

“Ah, yeah. Please do.” I looked down, realized I’d eaten almost seventy-five percent of it and for all I knew, it had been pure cyanide. “It was fine.”

“Great.” She smiled at me. A perfectly nice smile. “I’ll let you get back to your evening then.”

She patted me on the shoulder and without really understanding how she did it, she managed to nudge me from the doorway and back into the hall. She closed the door and I stood there for a full minute, holding my plate and staring.

I almost drove my fist into the door, almost demanded she open up and let me in. I had a key if she’d locked it. I could just go inside, insist that she come with me, tell her that it was an order...

No.

I couldn’t do that.

What I couldn’t figure out was just how in the fuck had I ended up on the
outside
of her door when I’d planned on having her downstairs, tied up to the bed, begging for my cock?

***

Relationships.

I lay on my bed two hours later, staring out through the window and trying to figure out what had happened. And trying to ignore the part of my body that was highly annoyed that things hadn’t gone the way I’d planned.

Something had to have happened, but I couldn’t figure it out and it was pissing me off.

The longer it eluded me, the more frustrated I became and finally, I kicked my legs over the edge of the bed and grabbed my phone. I had to search through my contacts before I found Annette’s number, but finally, I dug it up and put in a call to her.

I got her voicemail.

No
, I didn’t want to leave a message.

Pissed off was turning into angry.

I called Fawna next. I knew her number by heart and she huffed out a faint breath when I told her what I wanted. “Aleena has that information, you know, Dominic,” she told me. In the background, I heard the fussy cry of a baby and I reached up, pinching the bridge of my nose, instantly feeling guilty.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t wake him up, did I?”

She gave a tired laugh. “No. That would imply he’d been sleeping and he hasn’t been doing much of that.”

The ragged edge of the nerves in her voice would have gone unnoticed to someone else. But I wasn’t someone else. Fawna was more my family than the parents who’d adopted me. “What’s wrong? Eli’s not sick, is he?” I lowered my hand, concern growing inside me. Concern and self-loathing. Here I was, moping over Aleena, and Fawna was dealing with a sick baby.

“No.” She sighed and this time, when the baby made a noise, it was a weaker, soft sort of snuffle. “He’s not sick. He’s just not doing well on his formula. I took him to the doctor today and we’ve got to start him on one for babies with sensitive stomachs. They told me to expect it, what with the drugs his mom had done and all the other health problems. I’d just hoped...” Her voice trailed off and then after a moment, she said, “The pediatrician gave me a recommendation for a new formula. I’ve got a few samples of it and he’s already calmer. I’ll give it a few days just to be sure before I buy any though. No use wasting money.” Her tone shifted into business mode. “Now…give me a minute. I’ll find Annette’s number and you’ll tell me why Aleena can’t give you the information.”

I grimaced and dropped back on the bed.

I should have just left it alone. I knew I didn’t have a choice now though. Fawna wasn’t going to leave it be.

A few minutes later, I had the number and I’d explained, sort of, to Fawna what had happened with Aleena.

“Has it occurred to you that maybe she just wanted a night alone?”

Scowling, I stared out the window at the night-darkened sky of New York City. Well, it was possible. But…I shook my head. Then, remembering Fawna couldn’t see me, I said, “Something was just off. I can’t think of what it was, but there was this distance between us.”

“So why didn’t you ask her?”

“What in the hell am I supposed to say?” I demanded.

“How about you ask her what’s wrong?” Fawna suggested, an exasperated sound to her words that I recognized well from when she’d been my teacher rather than my assistant.

When I didn’t respond, she cursed under her breath. Rubbing my neck, I closed my eyes. I was really starting to regret having called her.

“Dominic, you’re a grown man and you’re in a serious relationship—”

“No, I’m not.”

I cut her off, the panic in my voice coming through loud and clear to both of us. My heart gave a nervous thud. There was silence for several seconds and I was suddenly having a hard time breathing.

“Aren’t you?” Fawna finally asked.

Fuck
. I squeezed my eyes closed.

“Dammit, Dominic!” she half-shouted through the phone. I had a feeling if Eli hadn’t been there, she would’ve been louder.

I held it away from my ear as I turned away from the window. “Look, Fawna…”

“No. You look.” Her voice was sharp, that no-nonsense voice that had given her command of the rowdiest students in the school. “You’re a grown man, dammit. I realize that what happened messed you up. I know that. I understand and I’m sorry for it. But that doesn’t mean you get to keep using it as an excuse. You’re involved with Aleena. For fuck’s sake, you’re sleeping with her! Now, are you or are you not serious?”

I closed my eyes. “I…I don’t know, Fawna. I don’t...” I passed the back of my hand over my mouth. “I don’t know if I’m even ready to
think
about that.”

“Maybe you should have considered that when you told me she was
good
for you.” Fawna’s voice was waspish and I knew it wasn’t just lack of sleep. “Or did you mean she was good for your dick?”

She hung up.

It took me a few seconds to realize what she’d done and in a dull, dazed shock, I lowered the phone and stared at it.

She actually hung up on me.

I should be mad.

I might be later, but just then, I was too busy realizing something.

Fawna was right.

I’d only been thinking about one specific thing—or rather, one specific area—when it came to Aleena. We were good sexually. Scowling, I thought about all the clients I had coming and going through
Trouver L’Amour
. I didn’t have much to do with any of them, not once I got them through the door. That was the matchmaker’s job, not mine. I poured funds into the place and yeah, I’d been roped into working with Penelope, but the truth was, I was quietly talking to one of the top-level matchmakers I’d hired away from another company to take her off my hands.

There was a skill to this, an art almost. It was fun, in a way, I had to admit, seeing some of the people I knew get matched up, but I didn’t believe in it. Not for myself. Even now. Not even with a woman like Aleena who made my brain go a little fuzzy and my heart rev up and race. We could have a relationship, but it couldn’t be one with a real future.