The Billionaire Bad Boy Plan

by Michelle Love

  Sienna placed her clothes back on and sat down to study the work that she had been given. Oh fuck, what a wonderful Monday morning indeed.

  SIENNA

  Mmm, I couldn't help it. Jonathan Ellis was just too sexy for his own good. I needed to put his cock in my mouth and I needed an orgasm. So, I did it. I could be unprofessional and still get my work done, professionally.

  I knew he wasn't expecting it, which made it so worthwhile. I liked it when he was in control, but sometimes I felt the need to take matters into my own hands otherwise I would sit here horny all day knowing that he was in the next room.

  The weekend had been exceptionally boring with Jenna out socializing all weekend. I watched a few movies and got bored during my shift at Fleur's. There had been barely any customers and I ended up being told to wash and bleach all the cups and saucers and then polish all the cutlery. It was worse than being busy and run off of my feet.

  I read the case studies that Jeremy had placed down for me earlier. There were three cases I had to study, write and type up the conclusions for. I had to answer what their problems were, their mental health history (if any), their history and any medications or prominent happenings that stood out, in my opinion. I was going to meet later with Jonathon at two to discuss it all.

  I was glad I had cum. I felt relaxed and ready to tackle anything that came my way. I wanted to learn more and being involved with Jonathon was an added bonus that I was glad to accept. I hadn't been able to concentrate when we had remained professional, actually. Being involved was way easier on my brain and definitely on my body.

  I went through each one by hand and scribbled my findings down on paper. If the college had taught me something, it was that I was a great note-taker. Mrs. Carson had been feeling suicidal and this seemed to fit in with the time when her doctor prescribed the Zoloft. She was sad before about losing her job and missing her cousin's visit because of her bout with pneumonia. My conclusion was that she had not been feeling suicidal until she was prescribed the medicine. I scanned the notes for more information but was happy with my conclusion.

  The next case was Mr. Darren. He had been cheating on his wife for four years and she had found out. He was now all alone and had to sign the divorce papers. My recommendation was group counselling so that he could heal from the grief of losing his partner. The ability to talk with others with similar problems would be beneficial for him to see how his behaviour had affected another. He was addicted to sex and his addiction would need long-term one-on-one with the aid of group therapy as a necessity.

  Mr. Jensen was the last case, and he suffered from obsessive compulsive disorder. No medications had worked over the past few years and he was having a hard time getting any peace from the behaviour. A constant hand-washing problem and a counting compulsion were keeping him up at night. The insomnia was exhausting too.

  My recommendation was to try natural remedies like walking, meditation, and yoga. It was to be planned into his schedule at the gym. The morning walk would see him feeling better and feeling less stressed soon, I hoped.

  It intrigued me how many problems there were and how they plagued people's lives so much.

  I thought about Jonathan and how I had become infatuated by him. Was it a problem or a healthy outlet for us both? It felt healthy and we were both enjoying it as equal players in a game of ecstasy and forbidden lust... but in the nineteen twenties it may have been forbidden, but not now, thank God.

  I wondered how many millions of people didn't know about places like The Voyeur. I felt sorry for them now. I was lucky to know such a wonderful upbringing. I felt happy with my own life. I had been exceptionally lucky to grow up with no issues and now a sexy man trusted me enough to participate. It was unbelievably amazing, what we had shared together. Oh, God, yes it was.

  "Ms. Ruston, it's time for your morning break."

  Jeremy made me jump when he patched through the messages, especially when I had been lost in a train of thought.

  "I will go on my break, now," I buzzed back.

  All I had to do was type up my notes and give them to Jeremy so then Mr. Ellis could read them before we met. I wanted to impress him with my ideas and conclusiveness so that he thought I would be a great psychologist too. It mattered what he thought of me intellectually. I was a really hard worker and I had studied hard to get into college and over the time that I had been there.

  I walked across the road and sat at Daryl's Diner. I felt like a change and the menu out front had enticed me. There were waffles and hot chocolates with marshmallows and I couldn't resist so I ordered, sat down and ate.

  I realized that my food addiction or love of food had helped me to get through my life. I didn't think it was a massive problem but knew a few more salads and vegetables were probably needed. I wanted to look and feel good. Nothing drastic, just a bit of care that was obvious to Jonathon. I sipped my hot chocolate now as the marshmallows melted. Mmm, good.

  I downed the waffles and looked at the rain outside. It is a beautiful winter’s day and I couldn’t wait for my afternoon appointment with Jonathan. I would need to type up my notes first, of course. I headed back, comfortable with everything that was happening in my life.

  JONATHAN

  Okay, nearly time to see Sienna. Jesus, Mrs. Jarvis was a handful today with way too many questions. Yes, she could move on from that asshole that she called her husband. He had abused her and beaten her so much over the years. She wanted to go back to him, today.

  These were the worst kind of cases actually. Where a person was controlling and abusing someone. It makes me so mad. What I would really like to do is put his nuts in a vice and tell him that if he ever hurts my client again, he will have them removed by me immediately.

  I must admit it, I am good at keeping my distance from clients, but when I saw the photos of Mrs. Jarvis' face I had become a little unprofessional in my thoughts last week and again today. I needed to get back to being a psychologist and Sienna would help me. I had read her notes on the three case files and was impressed. I must make it known to her. She would become a great success in the field, I knew it.

  "Ms. Ruston is ready to see you," said Jeremy, obviously eating.

  "Thanks, Jeremy. Enjoy your afternoon snack."

  "Thanks, Mr. Ellis, I will."

  Sienna walked in and looked like a psychologist. She dressed the part and her new lease on life brought some maturity to her demeanour. It was impressive seeing her blossom like that. It was another element that I could add to her. Professionalism.

  "Hello, Mr. Ellis."

  "Please call me Jonathan."

  "Hello Jonathan," she said, teasing me.

  My cock was at a half salute just hearing her say my name. Fuck she was hot.

  "I have read your notes and I can't fault them. You'll be happy to know that Mrs. Carson was taken off the Zoloft last week and has improved substantially. Yes, the medications can sometimes make clients even more depressed. She has not changed to another type as she was desperate to get off them and her doctor agreed after we discussed it at length."

  Sienna was sitting and listening intently. She cared about learning and I knew that I could teach her.

  "Mr. Darren was appointed to join group therapy and he is doing well. I see him once a week to talk issues through and monitor his progress."

  The beautiful Sienna looked at me, intrigued by my words. She was still listening and waited for me to continue.

  "The last case of the obsessive compulsive disorder is using walking and the addition of a meditation program. You got all of them correct and I must also mention yoga to him at our next appointment. That will help too."

  "Jonathan, thank you for letting me learn here. I want to do well," she says, looking at me with her beautiful green eyes.

  I could still see her eyes in my mind looking up at me just like when she'd sucked my cock at nine am. Fuck.

  "Sienna, I can be both professional and unprofessional which should suit us bo
th very well indeed."

  Her eyes sparkled and her tits came through her blouse at me like she wanted me. I was going to show her my professional side too. I wanted to impress my mousy brown. She deserved to see me act like that, and it may turn her on even more.

  "Sienna, would you like to accompany me when I see the team this afternoon?"

  She looked and her eyes widened, "Oh yes Jonathan. I would love it."

  "Very well. You must call me Mr. Ellis in front of them if you speak with me. They are all required to do the same, and it keeps them on their toes."

  She looked and crossed her legs, sitting on the couch across from me. I could smell her again. The strawberries and the vanilla. It drove me crazy as I looked at her.

  "Yes, I will be completely professional and just watch."

  "Yes, watching is good isn't it," I answered her cheekily.

  Sienna beamed a smile and her dimples were obvious.

  "Would you like to sit here and have a coffee with me?"

  She looked serious, "Just coffee?"

  I smiled and eyed her and realized the meeting was just fifteen minutes away.

  "Yes, I'm going to have a long black. Would you like one?"

  She smiled and answered, "A latte would be super."

  Jeremy brought in our drinks and we sat and stared at each other until it was time to move downstairs to the meeting. It was like looking at the best picture I ever saw. I didn't want to do anything else. Her dimples sat and moved as she sipped her drink. I was extremely grateful to be in the room. It was the best drink that I had ever had.

  SIENNA

  I sat and stared at him drinking his long black. I was taken by him and I could not look away. He had a pale blue shirt on that was illuminating his tanned skin, and his black trousers sat on him so well.

  Wow, he is like a supermodel that has a great professional career and is super intelligent all in one package. He can't look away from me as I sat and sipped at my latte. Oooh God, it's good.

  I wished there was no team meeting as I eyed his body and then looked back into his hazel eyes. I loved being ogled by him. It was exciting, and so very unprofessional… and I loved it. Jonathan Ellis was a voyeur and I was turning into one with him. It was a hopeless situation. I didn't want it to stop, either.

  I continued sipping my latte and looked at Jonathan. I don't know why we are so infatuated with each other. It's like there is a magnet that pulls us together and draws us in. We just can't stop looking.

  "The team is ready, Mr. Ellis."

  The buzzer broke our concentration. I placed my latte down which was three-quarters complete and then I stood up at the same time as Jonathan did.

  "I will be my professional, tyrant self I'm afraid," he said as he kissed my cheek.

  I looked at him as if he were the President of the United States. I was his biggest fan, that's for sure.

  "I don't want you to be troubled by me, Mr. Ellis," I said, winking.

  He strode out his door and I followed like a good intern that was so eager to learn. I did want to learn lots of things and I knew that he was the only man in the universe who could teach me them. I wanted him, I craved him and I turned that wanting off before we arrived at the meeting.

  "Where is everyone, Holly?"

  Holly sat at the large oval table and looked extremely neat and tidy, but her face was a light shade of pale.

  "It's just me today Mr. Ellis. Might I have a word in private, please?"

  "My intern Ms. Ruston knows the confidentiality clauses of this business. Please tell me what is going on."

  She turned even whiter again. I was sure she was a ghost now.

  "A few moments ago, before we were coming down here, the app crashed. They thought it was just something on the technical side but it seems that there was a virus in the software. Jack is trying to deal with it and the others are making lots of calls to see about it as well. I am sorry, Mr. Ellis."

  Jonathan looked at Holly and pitied her awkwardness for being the bearer of such disturbing news. She looked like she would faint as she sat in her chair, now.

  "It's alright Holly, the boys will handle it. This happens sometimes and they will reimburse us from the technical department. It's alright, really."

  Holly looked relieved that Jonathan wasn't in a state of anger or anxiety about the whole thing. She picked up her notebook and went out the door in a hurry. She must have had some things to do in this situation. I hoped she could calm down as she had obviously made a mountain out of a molehill.

  Jonathan sat down and poured a glass of water from the jug that sat at the centre of the table. He was definitely a little affected by the news but had not shown it to Holly.

  "Are you alright?"

  He put his forehead in his palms and looked up at me. It was the first time I had noticed any vulnerability in him at all.

  "I'll be okay. Jack will make sure it's okay. For every hour that it's down, we lose about ten thousand dollars in revenue. We rely on that to fuel the other projects forward. To help move against the competition."

  I had read about Jonathan's apps and they had even been featured in magazines as great, defining, study necessities for the modern world. There was a lot of pressure for him to perform in the mainstream media and also probably, pressure on himself. I continued sitting quietly as he sipped his water. He was silent and stared at the far wall in a trance.

  I thought about how hard it was for men in general. All of their life, they were told they had to work hard and be successful as a worker and then as a husband and a father. I mean, women got the same deal but they were less worried about the huge successes in business, in many cases.

  I felt for Jonathan as he was a great success to the outside world and his own company. Could something as stupid as a virus ruin everything that he had worked so hard to achieve? What a ridiculous thought. That the dreams of a man and his company could be ruined by a software virus. It pissed me off, actually.

  "Hey, there handsome, let's go and get a drink together after work," I said.

  He turned and smiled as he touched my shoulder and stood up.

  "I'm going to go downstairs and help the others. I will see you tomorrow."

  He walked out of the room and left me sitting there by myself. I was not upset about it and I knew he needed to see the damage for himself. I knew nothing about computers, or apps or software. I used a computer to type out my assignments and then I switched it off after I attached and sent them to the correct Professor who was expecting them.

  I walked down the hall and saw Jeremy who was on the phone with someone important. I walked into the Langdon room to collect my jacket and bag. I thought it would be best if I went home early. I opened the door and saw Jeremy who was still furiously busy with a client on the phone.

  "Yes, Mrs. Ellis, he will call you back directly. He will see you at home later on."

  I kept walking now and went into the elevator. Mrs. Ellis? He will see you at home soon. Shit, shit, and shit again. This can't be true. Jonathan was married. Was I his... mistress?

  Oh, no! I was the one he cheated with while his wife was waiting at home. Oh shit, why did that have to be it? I was going home to eat as many carbs and as much ice cream as I could. I dreaded to think what the woman might do to me if she ever found out. My internship was over. I would call and tell Jeremy tomorrow. Shit!

  JONATHAN

  Oh, I am glad to be home after such a long day. That technical operator needs to get the sack telling us that a virus had taken hold. I must admit I am glad to take a breath now that it was just a glitch in the system. A four-hour glitch didn't stop users from purchasing or using the application. It just meant that we couldn't access the data from the back end. What a pain in the ass.

  Mum looked good today when I saw her after work. I do wish she would stop calling Jeremy and asking after me every day. It makes me feel a bit embarrassed, really. "Successful CEO taunted by Mother," that could be in the headlines soon.

>   Well, Sienna was good to me in the oval room. I hadn't wanted her to see me feel deflated like that. The showing of emotion really isn't my thing.

  I wonder what Sienna does when she gets home? Mmm, shower, dinner, a good book or a movie. I would love to see her in the shower and watch her lather her body in soapy bubbles. God, that makes me horny.

  Now where did I put my mail? There it is on the coffee table. Alright, bill, bill, bill and a black envelope from the club. Oooh, let's open it and see.

  "Dear Mr. Ellis. Thank you for being an exclusive member of The Voyeur. Please RSVP your reply to us for our Moulin Rouge show. Dress is tuxedo for the males and showgirl for the ladies. The windows will be extremely interesting. Saturday the 18th of this month at 6 pm."

  I will have to ask Sienna. The costume shop on Halloway will have showgirl stuff. It sounds very exciting. I can't wait to invite her, but for now, I must get some sleep. Potential viruses are truly exhausting. I will be back on top of my game tomorrow.

  I arrived at a quarter to nine and couldn't wait to see Sienna at nine. I downed a short black and expected to see her any moment. I would ring the club and RSVP as soon as I got the go-ahead from her.

  Today I thought that I would be really nice and let Sienna spend the day with me in the office. She could watch me and listen to the sessions with clients and learn a great deal. I was sure that she was eager to do that and later we could spend some time together after work. Mmm, my mousy brown.

  "Ms. Ruston is here, Mr. Ellis."

  "Send her in please Jeremy, thank you."

  The door opened and Sienna was standing in a gray pantsuit. Her hair was down and she had a look of seriousness on her face.

  "Please sit down Sienna."

  "I'm sorry Mr. Ellis but I would rather stand."

  Okay. She was pissed about something. The element of anger was definitely clear. I hadn't seen this in her before. It was sexy. I waited...

  "I know that you're married and I can't begin to tell you how stupid I feel, now. I can't believe that we have been doing this. Oh, the poor woman…"