Utterly Yours (Book Two) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (4 page)

              Nathaniel found himself blushing slightly as he watched Eliza on the computer screen.  She was dressed in some black lingerie that had him sweating.  The lacey outfit looked almost like a frightfully short baby doll dress that didn’t quite cover her ass.  It was see through, so Nathaniel could see her slightly erected nipples.  The outfit had a tiny pink bow set in her cleavage.  The matching underwear certainly did justice to her curves, making her ass seem slightly larger than it actually was.  The look was topped off with a matching garter.

              “What do you think?” she said and did a slow turn so that Nathaniel could admire her from all angles.

              He instinctively loosened his tie.  “Phenomenal choice in attire for our virtual date this evening,” he said.  He sat with his laptop seated in his lap, and he could feel his erection pressing up against the piece of machinery.

              She plopped down on her bed; she had her laptop set up on some piece of furniture so that she could stay back slightly –allowing him full view of her from head to foot.  He was wondering how this could possibly be the same woman who had made him so miserable on their first date that he had his assistant make up a bogus story just to get him out of there.  “So listen,” Eliza cooed, “I don’t think I can wait until you get back home to California before we have a real date.  How about I come out to Troy?”

              Nathaniel could feel his throat tightening as he eyed her.  He shook his head, but he smiled.  “I’ll be home in two days,” he said.  “You’re telling me you can’t wait two days?”

              She laughed.  “I suppose I can.  I’ll just have to find a way to satisfy myself until then.”

              “Oh?” Nathaniel spoke.  He could feel himself lunging forward as though he thought he could reach through the computer and grab her.

              “Mmm hmmm,” she said and slowly started to slide one of her shoulder straps down.

              “You sure are making me anxious to see you in person,” Nathaniel said, and he frowned when Eliza stood up and threw on a robe.

              “I got an early morning,” she teased.

              “Oh, that’s not right,” Nathaniel said.

              “It’s not, but I suppose this is a bit of revenge after I got ditched on our first date,” she huffed.

              “I said I was sorry,” Nathaniel pleaded.  “Come on, don’t tease me like that.”

              “Fine.  You get one little peak,” she said and dropped the robe.  She unhooked the back of her outfit and the little shoulder straps, and she dropped it to the ground –leaving behind nothing but the matching bottoms and garter.

              “Okay, I don’t think I can wait two days,” Nathaniel said, and a tense throbbing in his groin became evident to himself when she began playing with her breasts.  She certainly moved fast for someone so uppity.  “You should just book yourself a flight and come on out this way.  I can show you a night you won’t ever forget.”

              “I don’t think so, big guy,” she said, slowly dropping her hands so that he could get a full frontal view of her breasts again.  “I’m a west coast girl.  I think I’ll stay put and let you come to me.  Have a good night, all right?” she winked at the camera, and Nathaniel’s screen went blank.

             
Hot damn
, he thought and grabbed at his groin.  He looked at his Rolex; he had a date with Lillian in five minutes, and he had a raging boner.  “Fuck,” he said.  He stood up and walked rapidly around the hotel room, trying to alleviate it as quickly as possible.  He couldn’t get Eliza fondling herself out of his head, so it was quite difficult to get himself presentable again.  Once he was ready, he checked his watch. He was late.

              Nathaniel hurried into the elevator and rushed out the front door of the hotel, looking around for Lillian.  He frowned –had she returned to her hotel room when he didn’t show?  He felt someone tap his shoulder and spun around to see Lillian sporting a sexy red dress.  She had done her hair and makeup –although she had been fairly conservative.  Her hair was slightly curled, giving it a more voluminous look.  “Whoa,” he said, his breath being taken away

              “Sorry I’m late,” she said.  Her face turned red and she handed him his credit card.  “I, um, went and picked up something before our date.”

              “What would that be?” Nathaniel questioned and slipped his card back into his pocket.

              “I’ll show you later,” she said.

              Nathaniel took her by the arm.  “We’re eating at the hotel restaurant tonight.  I hope you don’t mind?”

              “Seems really fancy to me,” she said embarrassingly.  “You sure are spending a lot of money on me this week.”

              “I’m doing fairly well for myself.  I can afford to spoil an old friend,” Nathaniel assured her.

              They headed to the restaurant, and soon they were enjoying some wine and an assortment of cheeses that were complimentary with the meal.  They laughed and talked on and on about old memories.  Nathaniel smiled and decided to make the jump away from their childhood –something he had since avoided.  “So what happened to you?” he asked finally.  He had avoided the question for two previous dates at risk of offending her.  “I mean, I don’t mean to judge, Lillian, I’m just concerned.  I care about you, you know?”

              She smiled at him.  “Yes, I know.” Her smile faded.  “After high school I joined the military.  Army.  It was supposed to be a non-combat role.  We were being flown in right over Libya when our plane went down.  Our communication systems were down, so we had no way of calling in for help.  Our translator died in the crash, and we had to leave him behind.  We were behind enemy lines for twelve days.  I saw a lot of shit.  It was my first and last tour after I was diagnosed with PTSD.  I tried getting a job back home here in Troy, but I couldn’t hold down a job.  I remember working as a cook at this restaurant; it was my first civilian job.  Someone dropped a box of silverware that had just been washed, and I lost my mind.  I swear, I thought I was back in Libya for a minute… I wound up hiding out in a broom closet with a damn butcher’s knife.  My boss called the cops on me, and I spent a few nights in jail.  I didn’t hurt anyone, thank God, but I almost did.  And it’s the same everywhere I go.  I can’t afford therapy.  I can’t get shit from the VA hospitals.  I’m just sort of stuck where I’m at.  I lost my apartment.  Lost my car.  Can’t really get a good job if I can’t drive myself.  Things just got worse and worse until I wound up sleeping on a bench and going to homeless shelters just to get a decent meal.”

              Nathaniel listened to her with a keen ear.  He was impressed to hear about her life in the military, and she was proud of it.  She had gotten her mystery tattoo after the incident in Libya –her and the guys in her troop had all gotten matching tattoos, each a different playing card.  She had been awarded the choice of the ace of spades after saving a fellow solider after he had gotten shot in the leg by enemy fire.

              He watched her tell her story with extreme sadness, and the mood started to rub off on him.  “I’m sorry,” he said. 

              “There’s no reason to be sorry.  I did it to myself,” she said.

              “No, you didn’t.  You served this country, and you haven’t been able to get the help you need after coming home.  That is not your fault, Lillian,” he offered her a sincere smile.  “For what it’s worth, I’m really glad that I got to meet you again.  Over the years, I would think about you from time to time.  I miss those days.  Honestly, I had the biggest crush on you when we were kids.”

              She laughed.  “Honestly, Nate, I knew that.  It was kind of obvious.”

              Nathaniel laughed.  “Yeah, I suppose it was.”

              They ended their meal on a happier note, reflecting on happier times.  Nathaniel walked around conversations about himself –still keeping the true nature of his job and his wealth a secret.  He walked with her to the elevator and boarded it with her, still hooking his arm into hers.  “I really enjoyed dinner,” he said to her and kissed her.

              The elevator doors opened, and he stepped out to walk her to her hotel room.  They reached the room and they stood there kissing for a moment before she pulled away and asked, “Do you want to come inside?”

              Nathaniel grinned.  “I’d love to.”

              He followed her inside, and without saying a word they both went straight for the bedroom.  As soon as the door closed behind them, their lips interlocked, and Nathaniel slowly pushed her up against the door.  He ran his hands up and down her back, and she moaned slightly –causing him to instantly become hard.  His usual confidence in the bedroom was replaced with an unfamiliar sense of nervousness. His hands fumbled slightly when he worked them up underneath her dress.  His lips traced her neck, and her fingers played with the hair on the back of his head.  His fingers reached her underwear, and he realized she was wearing lace.  “Um… that thing you wanted to show me later…?”

              “Oh,” she said, blushing.  “I think you found it.”

              Her dress dropped to the floor, and Nathaniel pulled back away from her for a moment to examine what it was she had on.  A hot pink pair of panties and matching bra that made his insides melt –a perfect accent to go along with that gorgeous blonde hair of hers.  “Dear God, woman!” he said and pulled her back into him, drawing her closer towards the bed.  He dropped his suit jacket and threw off his shoes and tie before the two of them fell onto the bed together.  Her hands worked quickly to unbutton his shirt, and she pulled it open and looked at his chest once she had accomplished the task.

              Her eyes lit up, and she reached out and touched his chest with her hands, stroking him.  “Damn, Nate,” she said.  “You’re certainly not that little boy from New York anymore, are you?”

              He laughed, removing his shirt and unbuckling his belt.  “I’d like to think not,” he said as he got down to just his underwear.  He rolled her onto her back and climbed on top of her; he took a moment to admire the lingerie she had picked out, realizing she had planned on this at the start of the evening if she had gone underwear shopping.  The thought made him grin, and he got her out of her bra and knelt down.  He sucked on one of her breasts, and she groaned.  He felt her hands reach up around him and start to pull his underwear down; she was certainly eager, and he liked that.  He tossed his underwear and then pulled hers down in one, quick motion.

              He kissed her breasts and then worked his way down her body towards her groin with his tongue, and he spent some time licking her womanhood to get her ready. From the corner of his eye, he could see her hands gripping the sheets.  Her back arched, and she let out an almost pitiful sounding cry.  He could not wait any longer, and she was plenty wet now.  He pressed himself into her, and she grabbed at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss.

              This was quite different from some of his past sexual encounters that had been nothing but naughty one night stands and short winded relationships.  Nathaniel wanted her to enjoy the evening as much as he was, so he took his time –and hearing her pleasurable moans were certainly worth the extra effort.  “Oh, God, Nate, I’m cumming,” she mumbled, panting slightly.

              He moved quicker, his cock sliding in and out of her with force and precision until she let out a scream.  He muffled the sound by pressing his lips into hers, and he could feel her shutter underneath him.  “Oh God…” he grumbled just as he was ejaculating within her, unable to hold out any longer.

              The two of them collapsed beside one another, and Nathaniel drifted off to sleep with his head nestled against her shoulder.

              Nathaniel walked all thought the park, desperately searching for Lillian.  He was not sure where else to look for her, but time and time again his search came up short.  Tony had warned him, but he hadn’t listened.  He shouldn’t have lied to her, and now she had disappeared.

              The morning after his night with Lillian he had awoken to her bashing him in the head with a shoe.  She had flipped on the news, and the local station was running a story about the shelter –and they were playing the interview they had done nearly two weeks before.  She had been irate with him.  “So you’re some fucking billionaire?  And what was this –some sort of game to you?” she had asked.  “You probably do this sort of shit all the time, right?  Make some girl think you’re putting yourself out to help her?  Or were you just trying to bang your childhood crush?  What the fuck, Nate?”

              She had left, and that had been two days ago.  Nathaniel had been greatly neglecting his duties towards the shelter just so he could spend his days and most of his nights searching for Lillian.  He was supposed to be getting on a plane that afternoon so head home to California, but now he was not so sure he could do it.  He could not leave things between him and Lillian that way.

              Tony shook his head as he walked alongside Nathaniel.  “What do you want me to do?” Tony asked as he peered around for the mystery woman.  “Our flight leaves in three hours, Nathaniel.  What do you want me to do?”

              “I need you to make an excuse for me to stay here in Troy,” Nathaniel responded.  “I have to find her.  She needs me.  She’s just going to wind up on the streets again, and I was going to help her.  This is my fault.  I should have listened to you.  I was playing games, and she got pissed when she found out.”

              “Fine.  Look, I know you’re my boss and everything, but I’m not walking through the park anymore.  One of us has got to be working.  I’ll cancel the flight, and I’ll tell Adam something came up and we have to stay in Troy for another week, all right?”

              “Thanks, Tony,” Nathaniel said.

              “And I’ll let your mother know too.  She’s been calling me all day about when she can expect you home.  Apparently you have some date when you get back?”

              Nathaniel shook his head.  “I don’t have time to think about that right now, Tony.”

              “All right, all right.  Relax,” Tony checked his watch.  “I’ll take a cab back to the shelter.  Here are the keys to the rental.  I’ll ask around while I’m there to see if anyone has seen your girlfriend too.”

              “Just go, asshole,” Nathaniel said as he trudged off in the opposite direction that Tony was headed.  He couldn’t believe how bad he had messed up.  He couldn’t believe how angry Lillian had been over the game of charades.  He couldn’t believe he was staying in Troy for another week!

              None of that mattered at the moment, though.  He just needed to find Lillian.