The Billionaire´s Toy (Last Day) (6 page)

That wasn’t what I heard. He was giving me special treatment. I thanked goodness that Megan wasn’t there to hear our conversation. She would have had a field day going on and on about it.

I had asked a few people in the office about Emma, the girl that left before me, and they said that one day she just left. There was a rumor that she had a thing for Carson so he sacked her, but that information came from one source and she wasn’t reliable. She was always telling me that her husband was cheating on her, going to the trouble to spy on him in the house via a webcam. She was nuts. I told her to just come out and ask him straight –- she told me that was silly and clearly doesn’t think that secret webcams are as silly. It’s people like her that make people in Kansas say the New Yorkers are crazy.

“OK, so I think we´re done here then.” He sounded disappointed and dismissive, waving his hand in the air.  He loved signaling with his hands.  I’d seen him do it a few times with Jackson.  Sometimes I wondered if they had some sort of secret language.  They spoke in code that no one can interpret.

“No, I would love to, let me grab my coat, log off and freshen up a bit.” That’s what’s I said, what I meant was that I needed to cover up my nipples and preserve my dignity, or what remained of it.

He smiled with his deep and delicious bottom lip. He stood up and held out his hand to lead the way.  I wanted to run my hands through that hair instead of him using his other hand to do it. I though
t I was beginning to sense a nervousness, like a tell or a tic. I had seen him do it a couple of times in the past.

I stood and looked at him for a
moment, he really was different from any man I had ever met. I loved his suits, today he was in his blue wool suit,  with a dark blue tie and a light blue shirt.  I wasn’t sure, but I thought it was an Armani suit, though until recently I knew nothing about men’s suits. John never wore one, it was all about the dungarees and jeans. No one in my family wore suits either. Even around the office everyone was always in a typical black or blue suit.

I turned away from him, otherwise I was just going to end up clearing his desk, throwing the computer and everything on it
,  laying down on it and begging him to take me. I really needed to put cold water on my face. I understood what they meant when they said female animals are in heat. I was definitely in heat. I wasn’t sure how much I could stand, especially when the man I fantasized about every night wanted to take me out for a drink.

I've always had a problem keeping my mouth shut when I’ve had a bit to drink. So, I tend to drink a glass of water or
a coke in-between alcoholic drinks. I also make sure I have something to nibble something.

Don´t get drunk.
I recited to myself over and over again as I made my way to the bathroom.

***

“So, what brought you to New York?” he asked as we stood by the elevator waiting for it to come.

Damn, these things are so slow.

I was heating up with his body heat so close to mine as we waited.

“Where is it?”

“My, we´re a bit impatient, aren't we?”

You have no idea, you really have no idea.

I began to pace up and down.

“Maybe this isn´t a good idea…”

“Why?”

“You just seem so uncomfortable.”

He was right. I was. I wanted to get in the elevator and fuck him like there was no tomorrow. And this was coming from a woman who had only slept with one man and had a very limited sexual knowledge. But, the way my nipples were hard and the wetness between my legs, I was prepared to learn.

Why did he have to be so sexy? I mean billionaires were supposed to be big men who have a big stomach and no hair.  This man was the opposite. He could have been on the cover of GQ, instead of waiting to get into a lift with me.

“Or do you want me to press the button?” he asked as he reached over, brushing his arm over my breasts. My erect nipples stretched out even more, forcing their way through the material. I had stuffed tissue down there, but it clearly wasn’t working.

We both stared at each other and he moved closer.  I felt his breath on my neck and it made my hairs stand on end. I could feel every part of me moving.  The heat between us was getting intense until the lift arrived and the doors opened, exposing someone standing there.  We were both startled and looked away, trying to appear innocent.  There was a smirk on his face as he walked out of the lift.  I’d never met him before, not sure if Carson had either because his expression was guarded.

“Good evening, seems like I´m not the only one working late on a Friday.”

“Tight deadlines Ethan, especially at the end of the month.”

Carson did know him. I wouldn’t have been able to tell if he hadn't spoken to him.

“See you next week and have a good weekend Mr. Reid, your too Ms. Clark”

I replied in kind but the only thing on my mind was how the hell did he know who I was? Silly question, this office could talk. Gossip was like a religion there. I found out about Peter from the post room’s love life and all the women he had slept with on my second day, after he made the mistake of slipping me his phone number in front of Betty. Betty knew everyone and everyone´s business in chronological order.

Megan told me one day that Bizzy Betty had the same information on all the offices worldwide. I wasn’t clear if that was a joke or not, but I could believe it.

“Earth to Ali, are you with me again or somewhere else?”

“Sorry?”

I followed him down the hallway and out of the building.  He was signaling the security guards and addressing me at the same time.

“Whenever your mind wanders, you start to play with this imaginary string of hair. I think it is a way to combat your nervousness.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I watch you sometimes from the office, I can see you but you can´t see me. No one can. At your desk, or when you talk to others, you never do it.  Only when you speak to me.”

Damn, he´s good.

I blushed as I looked deep into his eyes and though,
if only you knew exactly what you do to me when I´m around you
. I began to open my mouth, to tell him that he did make me nervous. I thought I might as well be honest, but as the words tried to leave my mouth we were disturbed by Richard, “Your cars here, ready and waiting sir.”

“Why do we need a car? I thought we were going for a drink?”

“We are, but it’s no ordinary drink.”

He
lead me out of the building with one hand behind my back for a brief second. Was it so wrong to wish that hand was a bit lower? He was being a gentleman and all that was going through my mind were dirty thoughts. I smiled as I thought about it.

“What are you thinking about?”

I walked quicker, that was one confession I wasn’t about to make in a hurry.

***

“Wow, so we´re leaving the city?”

“Not quite.”

I looked out of the limo like an excited teenager going on an adventure. I felt relaxed and, in-between his emergency calls and a couple of glasses of champagne, I released my hair from its tight bun.  I knew he was watching me as I loosened it and swung my head from left to right.  I tried to make myself not feel that I was in a work situation so that those damn nipples could behave themselves.

I could see that what Megan says was true, you don´t get to this level of cooperation without being ruthless. He seemed to be everywhere and in everything. I wondered if he was a bit too pedantic and wanted to try and control too much.

“Do you ever sleep?”

“Off course I sleep. Why do you ask such a question?”

“You have hands and eyes on every part of the business. It’s an international business, the only way you can do that is if you don’t sleep.”

He rolled his eyes and looked at me, as if he was studying me for the first time.  Was he surprised by my observation or did he find it pathetic? I couldn’t tell. “That´s very astute of you, Ms. Clark, but I must disappoint to inform you that I
do
sleep. A man of my stature has to be everywhere, otherwise people take you for granted.”

“But, is it worth the stress?”

He turned his head away and didn’t face me as he answered. It was like I had touched a nerve asking such a question. He totally avoided and it and replied, “We´re approaching, you´re not looking out of the window.”

Of course I wasn’t. I was having an intellectual conversation with the most beautiful man I had ever met. Why would I want to be distracted?

Damn, now his eyes look brown to me. I just can´t work them out.

“What color are your eyes?”

“Funny, no one has ever been bold enough to ask me. I can tell by the way people look at them that they are thinking the same thing. What color are your eyes? What color do you think they are?”

I took a deep breath. I needed to respond without looking like I’d been studying him. Then again, I wanted to find the truth, he was not going to make it easy for me.  “OK, so when we first met, I thought they were hazel.  But there are times when you have walked past and smiled that they seem green. Other times, like now in the dark, they seem brown.”

“That is because your first assumption, was correct,” he said with a smile.

Was he smiling because I revealed that I was taking note of the color of his eyes, or the fact that I had come up with the correct answer?

“Interesting, never met anyone with eyes like that.”

“What? You were mumbling. I never heard you. You do know that’s rude, don’t you?”

As the car pulled out, all that was on my mind was that of course I knew it was rude. But I didn’t have the confidence to say what I though most of the time so I mumbled instead. The problem was I hoped he didn’t hear me. He seemed to have ears like an owl. His smile widened as I reveal my thoughts. 

The door sprung open. I was lost in my
thoughts, I hadn’t even realized that the car had stopped.

“So, are you going to get out?” he asked. “Just leave your bag in here, no one will take them.”

I smiled, as if that was on my mind. I was used to carrying my things wherever I went. I didn’t have a car, so I wasn’t used to leaving them behind, but I couldn’t say that otherwise I would seem cheap.

“Of course!”
I replied as I stepped out of the limo. The seats were so comfy, I nearly fell asleep in the car.

My stomach began to rumble as I moved. How embarrassing!

“Hungry?” He asked as he stepped out of the car behind me.

Cheekily, I replied, “How can you tell?” with a half-smile.

It was only at that point did I realize our surroundings. We were at Central Park.

How romantic?

It was quiet where we were, with just a few couples walking by. I normally went there on a Sunday for a jog or just to take in my surroundings and the beauty that the city had to offer.

“Time will tell,” he said, just as I was about to ask a question.

We walked in silence. I thought that I
was  either speaking out loud or I was just too predictable. Either way it felt like he was anticipating everything that I was saying. I didn’t like it one bit. I liked to be in control, for too long I had been dominated by John, my family and the joys of living in a small town.  This was the first time in a long time that I had actually felt free, free to be who I was. I wasn’t quite sure who that person was yet, but I knew time would tell, especially being somewhere where no one cares about you.

We walked side by side.  He was still using the phone from time to time. He stopped in front of me on a patch of grass with a table.

Seriously is this his idea of grabbing a drink? What if I said no?

I was just about to ask him the questions on my mind when he anticipated me again. “I knew you would say yes. What secretary would say no to a drink with their boss?”

Not the kind of girl that would sleep with him, I’ll tell you that. No matter how good looking — with green or brown eyes a body to die for and muscles
that poke through his shirt when he stretches. No, not this girl, cause this girl has everything under control.

Oh, who am I kidding!

He pulled out a chair for me to sit down, as if we were in a restaurant. He seemed oblivious to the people walking by trying not to stare; to the beautiful stars shining in the sky; to the lovely aroma that was wafting from the food.

My word, food too – no not just food, a Chef, with a tray!

“Good evening Ms. Clark, I have prepared some appetizers for you and Mr. Reid, I hope you enjoy them.”

“Use the basin in front of you to clean your hands first and the towel to wipe them.” Mr. Reid said as he sat down.

“Yes, sir. Should I have had a shower first before I came here too?” I frowned and looked at him, but he was too busy watching me wash my hands. He was trying to make sure that I did as I was told before I touch anything.

I was starting to feel embarrassed. I couldn’t even think of the last time a man had told me to wash my hands. I think Pops did when I was about 5!  I lowered my hands into the bowl and raised my head as I used the napkin to wipe them.  He was nodding his head in approval. Now, I really felt like a 5 year old.