Forbidden: Alpha Males and Taboo Tales (The Naughty List Bundles Volume Two)

by Raminar Dixon

  “Me? I just started tonight. Who could request me?” I asked.

  “I don't have a clue,” she said. “When a private diner requests a server, we don't ask why. They usually tip very well, though, so be at the top of your game.” I checked to make sure my uniform was neat and spotless, then moved to part the doors and enter the alcove.

  The soft cushioned booth circled around an oval table, and was large enough to seat six people. One lone man sat on the right-hand end of the booth. I took one look at him and the breath caught in my throat. This guy was the hottest man I'd ever seen, and he was smiling at me with a dangerously wicked grin. His dark hair was a little too long and a little bit tousled, obviously done this way on purpose by a stylist. His suit looked like money, but he wore it as if he didn't care. He fixed his midnight blue eyes on me and beckoned me toward him. I moved in his direction, swallowing to get my composure back.

  “Good evening, sir. I'm Kim, and I'll be serving you this evening. Do you know our menu, or would you care to hear about chef's specials tonight? A cocktail or appetizer to start your evening, perhaps?” I was obviously babbling, being stared at by this picture of sex appeal in a suit. He smiled at me indulgently, with a little bit of laughter behind it.

  “Calm down. There's no reason to be nervous,” he said. “I won't bite. Well, not until you ask me to, anyway.” His smile got a little more wicked, and I gasped. Was this sexy stranger actually flirting with me? There was no way this was possible. He was hotness personified, and obviously had money to burn. I was a plump design school graduate with thick thighs who couldn't find a job. I had to be imagining things. I could probably spot twenty better-looking women just in our dining room.

  “I want to start with a dirty martini, just to get the evening going. I'll be drinking the Ponzi Reserve chardonnay. Tell this to the chef, and that I said to indulge himself. Let him know it's for Mitch O'Connor, and he'll know what I like.” I froze for a second after hearing his name. Mitch O'Connor, billionaire genius who hates publicity? Now I know I was imagining things when I though he was flirting with me.

  “I'll go speak with the chef right away, Mr. O'Connor. Give me just a moment and I'll be back with your martini.”

  “Wait a minute,” he said. I froze, thinking I did something wrong. “It's Mitch. Call me Mitch. And you're...”

  “Kim,” I said, breathing a small sigh of relief. “My name is Kim.”

  “Lovely name for a lovely girl,” he said with another killer smile. “You're really putting me in the mood for that martini.” I stopped at the bar on the way to the kitchen to put in the drink order. After putting me off for about five minutes, the chef finally hurried over to the pass to find out what I needed. The more I talked, the wider his eyes got.

  “You're kidding. Mitch O'Connor is eating here? Is this for real?”

  “Well, I didn't ask for his ID,” I answered. “But that's what he said. He told me the wine he was drinking and said for you to indulge yourself cooking his meal.” I let him know I'd be back in a few minutes for the appetizer, and ran to grab Mitch's martini. He was tapping on his phone screen as I walked into his dining room, but put it away as soon as he saw me.

  “Is Scotty back there frantically pulling together a piece of culinary genius for me?” he asked, grinning. I gave a small smile.

  “Frantic is probably a good word for it. Oh! Please don't tell him I said that. This is my first night here, and I don't want to get on the chef's bad side.”

  “Don't worry, Kim. It will be our secret.” he answered. “The first of many, I hope.” He gave me another of those wicked smiles as he sipped his drink. His gaze took in my entire full-figured body, from head to toe and back again. I gasped, the breath catching in my throat, while I flushed from my forehead down to the tops of my ample breasts. Damn my pale skin! I showed every single emotion. I stared as his perfectly made lips sipped the drink and his tongue ran out to grab a small drop that escaped. Looking down quickly, I escaped out the door toward the kitchen before he had a chance to read any of my thoughts. I wanted this man, more than any I'd seen in a long time.

  The dishes came out looking like artwork, one after the other. Before long, I was taking an airy concoction to him for dessert, along with an espresso.

  “The chef would like to thank you for tasting his dishes,” I said. “If you have any comments I could take to him...?” He gazed at me with those deep blue eyes and gave me a little smile.

  “No, no comments for him. He doesn't need his ego stroked any more than usual. There is one thing you can do for me, though.”

  “What's that?” I asked.

  “Sit next to me here and share this dessert.” He slid over on the booth slightly, barely making enough room for my oversized thighs to fit.

  “Oh, no,” I said, looking to make sure the bamboo doors were closed and no one could see inside. “I'm sure I'd get in trouble if I did that. It's really not appropriate.”

  “What will get you in trouble is if you make me unhappy. What's the harm? I simply want to enjoy my dessert with a beautiful woman, and you're the one I've chosen to share it with.”

  “I don't know,” I sighed. “I might...”

  “Kim, sit down. Please,” he said. “I'm not asking you to break any laws. It's just dessert. No one will come in and see you, and if they do, I'll make sure they know you were following my wishes. You want to make the customer happy, don't you?” I smiled and moved toward the booth, sliding in next to him. He began by spooning up some of the delectable looking dessert and feeding it to me. “Tell me what you taste,” he said. I thought a moment.

  “Apples, pears, cinnamon, and , umm, sour cream?” He grinned.

  “Beautiful and a good palate. You get more impressive all the time. Tell me, what are your plans? Are you going to stay a server here at Ino until their inevitable crash and burn? Or are you looking for something more?”

  “Oh, I'm not even a professional server,” I confessed. “I just graduated from design school and couldn't find a job. My roommate got me this gig, mostly because he needed me to help pay the rent. He's taking a big chance, recommending me for this job.”

  “So, you're not fully committed to the idea of staying here for months, right? If something fabulous comes along, you'll jump, right?” My palms started to sweat. Was this hot and sexy man hinting about offering me a job?

  “It depends on the job, of course,” I said. “But if it were, as you say, fabulous, I'd be a fool not to go for it.” He gave me a smile, feral and sexy.

  “That's what I wanted to hear. I may have something exactly right for you, if you're interested. It involves you and your palate, not your design skills, but I'm sure the money will be much better than you make here. Are you ready to take a chance?” I smiled, thinking about the chances I'd like to take with this man. He moved closer to me, his muscular arm going around my shoulders.

  “I think you're exactly what I'm looking for,” he said. He bent his head to me and kissed me, hot and hard. I gasped, opening my mouth slightly, and he took advantage of it. His tongue slid into my mouth, weaving around my tongue and exciting me unbelievably. He deepened the kiss until I lost all thoughts of where I was for a moment. Suddenly, I pushed him away.

  “Wait! What are you doing?” I gasped.

  “I couldn't help it,” he said. “Lips as plump and delicious as yours are just aching to be kissed. Didn't you like it? Am I getting the wrong signals?”

  “No,” I answered quietly. “I do like it, a lot. I'm just worried about getting caught.”

  “I keep telling you, don't worry about it. I'm going to take care of you, no matter what happens.” He began kissing me again, pushing me into the deep cushions and sliding my body toward his. He pulled my shirt from my pants and slid his hands around my body, smoothing the skin toward my ample breasts.

  “Oh, that's what I've been wanting to feel,” he said as he reached a hard nipple. One hand cupped the back of my head, holding a handful of hair, while t
he other flicked and pinched my nipple, giving me waves of pleasure and pain at the same time. He moved his hand to the other breast, giving the hard nub equal treatment while kissing me again. I couldn't stop the moans of pleasure I was making.

  “Look at me, Kim. Open your eyes.” I struggled to see, and found myself staring into blazing dots of the deepest sapphire blue. “Keep your eyes open. I want to see the pleasure in your eyes.” He captured my gaze with his as his hand slid downward and into my pants. I gasped and tried to sit up.

  “I can't!” I hissed. “This is going too far!” He gazed into my eyes again.

  “If you don't want this between us, just tell me to stop. Don't stop because you're afraid. If you want it, you'll have it.” I silently nodded my head and he worked his elegant fingers toward the wispy fabric of my panties. I was so wet the fabric was completely soaked, and he grinned as he found it. One finger slid its way into me, and then another, curling at just the right angle to reach my g-spot. I quivered, grasping at the deep velvet fabric of the booth. His slim fingers moved quicker and quicker, in and out of me, until I was gasping for breath.

  “Now, baby. Come for me now. I want to see your face when you come.” Something let loose inside of me, wave after wave of pleasure pouring through my body. I looked up to see a satisfied look on his face, almost as if he'd been the one coming. He helped me stand up and watched as I pulled my uniform back into place. Suddenly, there was a knock at the bamboo door.

  “Kim? Is everything all right in there?” My eyes got wider.

  “It's my manager,” I hissed. “What can I tell her?” He got up from the booth and strode toward the door.

  “Hello, Eden, isn't it?” he asked, opening the door. “I'm Mitch O'Connor. I'm sorry if I was keeping Kim here away from her duties. I'm afraid I've been selfish, having the most pleasant chat with her. Did you know she recently graduated from design school? I love to see a business supporting artists, and I truly appreciate what Ino is doing in this regard. I may be doing some work in that area soon, and will be needing catering. Here's my card. Call me next week, and we'll discuss it further.” She took the card, speechless, and he shut the door behind him, grinning.

  “And it's as simple as that. I was chattering away, passing a boring evening, and you were being your charming self, drumming up business. Everyone is happy. Now, about your future plans.” I stared, having a hard time switching gears so quickly.

  “You mean... what you were talking about was on the level? You weren't just trying to pick me up?”

  “Kim, when I pick up a woman, she knows it. And I never joke about business. You have a rare quality, one that's hard to pinpoint, and I plan to explore it further. I've got a position or two in mind for you. I'll be in touch, and we'll make plans to get to know each other much better.” I stared after him as he stood up and left, thinking about the positions he had for me. I could think of a few positions I'd like to experience with him, all sweaty and glistening. Shaking my head, I walked out of the private room and into the rest room to wash my hands and put cold water on my face. I needed to get it together if I wanted to finish the rest of my shift.

  “Girl, where did you disappear to for an hour tonight? I heard you had a private room to work, and then didn't see you until almost the end of the night. Tough table?” Liam started the car and began the drive home.

  “You're not going to believe it,” I said. “Mitch O'Connor was in there, and he asked for me!” Liam stared at me, then quickly moved his eyes back to the road.

  “I do not want to hear another word right now,” he said. “This story deserves a glass of wine and a comfy couch.” I grinned.

  “More like a bottle of wine. You don't know the half of it!” He gave me a puzzled look, grinned, and hit the gas. He obviously didn't want to wait to hear this story. Fifteen minutes later we were in the apartment hallway, unlocking the front door.

  “This is going to be a good one, I can tell,” he said. “Five minutes to get out of these work clothes and into something cozy. I'll meet you back at the couch, wine glass in hand.” We split up at the end of the hall, each going into our own rooms. I stripped off the uniform, tossing it into the hamper, and slid into my favorite boxers and tank top. I met Liam going down the hall, wearing a similar outfit.

  “See, that's one of the things I adore about you,” I said, smiling. “You're the only man I feel comfortable wearing this outfit in front of.” He shook his head.

  “Kim, you've got to stop being so down on yourself. So what if you're bigger than the skinny sticks in the magazines. I don't know by experience, obviously, but I've heard that most men really like women who look a little more natural and not like they starve themselves every day. You're a beautiful woman. I just wish you could see it.” I sighed.

  “Well, maybe some day. I'm working on it, I really am. Maybe with more encounters like tonight I'll start to get some better self-esteem.” He stared at me while pouring out the wine.

  “Encounters? You've been holding out on me. I thought the story was about how you waited on the hot billionaire and he gave you a huge tip. Or did he give you another kind of tip?” he asked, slyly. I blushed.

  “No, not exactly, but something like that.” I took a big gulp of my wine and began to tell the story. By the time I got to when Eden came to the door, he was almost jumping off the couch, he was so excited.

  “A billionaire's got the hots for you, woman! And you have a problem with self-esteem? What more does the universe need to tell you?”

  “Yeah, well, we'll see how hot he really thinks I am. All it really comes down to is one really intense make-out session, one where he really didn't get much out of it. I'm more excited about the possible job opportunity, if it really happens. He sort of left it open, and never even got my phone number when he left. It's probably just a fantasy, anyway.”

  “Kim, he's Mitch O'Connor. He practically invented advanced computer searches. Do you really think he can't find your cell number?” Liam smiled. “Have a little faith. He'll come through, and you'll get to tell Auntie Liam all about your sordid adventures.” Laughing, we finished the wine and went to bed.

  I woke up the next morning and stumbled to the kitchen in search of coffee. That was another thing I loved about Liam: his addiction to great single-origin coffee beans and his insistence that he be the only one to make it every day. His coffee snobbery only meant that I had great coffee ready for me every morning when I woke up. I stopped in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the table. There sat Liam with a satisfied grin on his face.

  “Didn't I tell you?” he said. “This man could find anyone, and he does it with class.” I couldn't argue. In the middle of the table sat a crystal vase filled with dozens of lavender roses, a purple satin bow wrapped around the top. Dead center in the arrangement sat a creamy white card on a silver holder. I grabbed the envelope and pulled out the card inside.

  I'll send a car for you at 7:00 PM tonight. Wear something feminine. I'm looking forward to us getting to know each other much better.

  I passed it over to Liam, knowing the reaction it would cause in him.

  “Shopping,” he said. “This calls for major shopping. I know you don't have anything you can wear in that pile of rags you call a closet.”

  “Hey! Just because I like to be comfortable doesn't mean my clothes are rags. Jeans and t-shirts are a classic look.”

  “Sure, honey,” he sniffed. “If you're in high school. It's time to join the world of grownups and get yourself some real clothes. And what better way to start than by buying an outfit for a date with a billionaire?” I sighed, knowing he was right, and that he'd get his way for the rest of the day. After all, he was the one with taste, not me.

  Five hours later, not only did I have a dream of a dress, my auburn curls never looked so smooth and bouncy. I'd protested that a manicure would be a waste of time, since it would get ruined the next day at work, but Liam insisted on decorating me in the whole package. Once I looked in the m
irror, I couldn't argue with his methods. The hunter green halter dress skimmed my shoulders, and I'd opted to skip wearing a bra. I was so excited my nipples poked into the fabric, creating an interesting view. The wispy skirt floated around my thighs, barely covering the lacy thong bought special for the occasion. I added a pair of art deco earrings I'd bought at an estate sale, touched up my lipstick, and I was ready to go in my black leather strappy heels.

  “Cross your fingers for me,” I called as I heard the doorbell. “I'm hoping for good things tonight.”

  “Kim, I'm hoping for good things for you until morning.”he smirked. “Don't worry, I won't wait up. But I want all the dirty details tomorrow.” With that little wish, I floated out the door and down the hallway, on my way to the car.

  “Car” just didn't do it justice. What the driver led me to was an honest-to-goodness limousine. Long and sleek, like something out of a movie. He opened the door and I slipped inside, looking around curiously.

  “Mr. O'Connor had me set up the bar with some nice champagne. Would you like a glass?” I looked at the driver, smiling.

  “I think I'd better see just how this evening goes before I start drinking. Thank you, though. I'm just going to enjoy the ride.” I settled back into the soft leather seat and looked out the window as the car took off.

  Twenty minutes later, after winding around the hillside, we arrived at a house that looked like a giant pile of steel and glass. The driver led me to the door, pressing a buzzer and announcing my presence before disappearing around to another part of the building. Moments later Mitch came down a long staircase with a grin on his face.

  “Kim! I'm so glad to see you here. Can I get you another glass of champagne?”

  “Well, I didn't want to have the first one, but maybe I'd better sip on a little something. This house is a bit overwhelming.” He laughed, shaking his head.