Taming The Billionaire

by Darcia Cobbler

  “You said you’d give me a real interview. Those are the kinds of things I want to know about.”

  Leah crossed her arms over her chest as though she were giving Brent an ultimatum.

  She looked at him critically. There was a sincerity in his eyes that, despite her instincts, she decided to trust.

  “Ok then,” she said. “I’ll follow you at the tournament this week.”

  His roguish smile returned. As it did, she realized she would still have to be firm in her expectations.

  “But, just to be clear,” she said. “I’m not your date to these things and I’m not going to sleep with you. I want a story. That’s all. So, don’t hit on me, ok?”

  His roguish, teasing smile returned.

  “Well, I can’t promise anything,” he said. She folded her arms over her chest and gave him a dark glare. When she did, his eyes widened and he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

  “Ok, ok,” he said. “You’re not my date and you won’t sleep with me. Got it.”

  “Brent! Car’s waiting.”

  Marcus called out to his client from the narrow sidewalk. When Leah turned to him, she could see a sleek red sports car that had pulled up in front of them.

  “Be right there!” Brent called before turning back to Leah. He smiled and she nodded preparing to say goodnight. Before she could, he put his hand down on her shoulder. She felt the warm pressure of it as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

  “See you tomorrow,” he said.

  Goosebumps formed on her neck and her eyes widened as he pulled back. He smiled and gave a chuckle of satisfaction at her expression as he pulled away from her. Still smiling, he made his way to the car.

  As Leah watched Brent and his agent pull away, she felt a strange mix of emotions play in her stomach. On the one hand, she felt an excitement that she might finally get to write the story she truly wanted. On the other, she wondered if being alone with Brent Watt, even for an interview, was a good idea…

  Chapter 2

  As Leah expected, her editor, Mr. Hayes wasn’t too thrilled with the article she’d given him detailing the night club interview. But, he was interested in the proposed “Week with Brent Watt” series.

  “You have left this first article open-ended,” Hayes told her. “Just make sure you get quotes from him about why he left town and why he’s back now.”

  Leah had promised to try but, on the first day of the tournament, she hadn’t been successful.

  As promised, Brent was able to get Leah all day VIP passes to the tournament as well as charity events that would happen after the day of golf had ended.

  Of course, there wasn’t much chance to chat with Brent during the rounds of golf. So, Leah had to settle for watching him play. Which wasn’t so bad, all things considered.

  He wasn’t a professional level golfer by any means. But, he also wasn’t terrible. And, when she watched him joke with his caddy and the other members of his team, she could tell that he enjoyed it.

  She thought she might be able to catch him alone at the cocktail party after the tournament’s end. But, here, she was deterred by his overzealous agent whose jovial manner was quickly going from endearing to annoying.

  Marcus kept Brent by his side all evening. Guiding him around like he was a dog groomer and Brent was his prize poodle. Leah was shunted to the sidelines and expected to keep notes while Marcus showed off his pet.

  “Of course, I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for Brent,” Leah heard him telling a group of men in suits near the bar area, as Brent was draped awkwardly beneath Marcus’ arm. “He’s a great little meal ticket, aren’t you Brent?”

  The men, including Marcus, laughed uproariously at this but Leah couldn’t help but see Marcus’ strained smile. It wasn’t long after that that Brent turned his gaze to her. He gave her a sort of significant look accompanied by a smirk.

  Immediately after, he pried himself away from Marcus and made his way over to the cocktail table next to the shrimp where she stood. His smile widened as he drew closer to her. Leah felt her face flush as she took in his fitted sports jacket and the way his untucked shirt matched the blue in his eyes.

  “Hey, having fun?” he asked as he stood next to her at the table.

  “Not really,” she answered honestly. “You?”

  “Me neither,” he answered with a half-smile.

  “Marcus seems to be enjoying himself,” she said nodding towards his agent. Marcus let out a laugh before seeing them. The agent’s grin fell just a bit as he started to make his way over to them. As soon as he did, Brent leaned over to whisper in her ear. Once again, she felt the skin on her neck rise as his warm breath caressed her.

  “See that guy in the dark suit by the door?” he asked drawing her attention to the large bouncer she had seen at the club the night before. He was now standing beside the dining room’s back door looking straight ahead as though on guard.

  “I see him,” Leah whispered somewhat breathlessly. She could feel the heat of Brent’s body beside her and it was all she could do not to turn and kiss him right there.

  “In about a minute, he’s going to come over to you and lead you somewhere. No matter what he says to you. Just play along, ok?”

  “What is he going to- “

  “Look, you’ve got to trust me,” Brent said quickly. “Just play along, all right?”

  “Ok,” Leah said. Almost as soon as she did, Marcus gave a loud chuckle causing the two to jump apart.

  “Not keeping secrets, I hope,” Marcus said, jovial smile still in place.

  “Wouldn’t dream of it,” Brent told him with a nonetheless secretive smirk. Perhaps that was why Marcus continued to look at him suspiciously before grabbing his arm once more.

  “Come on, Brent,” Marcus said. “I need to introduce you to a few people. You don’t mind, do you, Leah?”

  Without looking back to see whether Leah minded, Marcus dragged Brent from her and towards another group of uptight looking men.

  Almost as soon as they were gone, the man in the dark suit left his post and strode up to her. His eyes barely glanced at her before he spoke.

  “Follow me,” he said. Before she could ask where they were going or anything else, he strode away from the groups of wealthy patrons and towards a dark hallway. Remembering what Brent had told her, she followed him.

  “I know this isn’t the most romantic meeting spot,” he told her as the sound of the party died away. “But, Marcus watches the hotel. This is the only time you and Brent’ll get a chance to be alone.”

  Something about what the bodyguard had said stuck in her mind as the large man took out a set of keys and opened one of the plain wooden doors down the hallway.

  “When you said, romantic…” she said nervously.

  He turned to her with a secretive smile.

  “Don’t worry,” he said. “You don’t have to play dumb with me. Brent told me that you two had hit it off and you’d appreciate some…private time.”

  Leah felt her cheeks flush and was immediately inclined to deny that accusation entirely. But, then she remembered what Brent had told her. ‘Just play along.’ And it did seem as though this might be the only time she would get to spend with Brent alone.

  So, instead of scolding, she smiled as sweetly as she could at the bouncer and thanked him as he opened to door for her.

  “Give me just a minute and I’ll send Brent in,” said the bodyguard. Leah smiled at him again as he closed the door.

  Once he did so, she looked around the space she now occupied and had to agree with what the man had said. It was not the most romantic place for a tryst. The room was bare of furniture. Instead, discarded golf clubs, bags, and polo shirts littered the floor.

  Clearly, this was some sort of storage room. As she moved and hit her shin painfully on a bent driver, she thought it wasn’t an ideal place for an interview either.

  True to his word, less than a minute later, the bouncer opened the door an
d ushered Brent inside.

  “You’ve got about ten minutes,” he said. “I suggest you use them wisely.”

  “Thanks, man,” Brent said turning to smile at him. The bodyguard threw his employer a wink before closing the door behind them.

  “So, this was really the only way you could pull yourself from Marcus?” Leah asked, half an accusation in her voice.

  “Shh,” Brent said rushing over to her. “Not so loud, the door’s thin.”

  Leah fought back a shiver as he put his hands on her shoulders.

  “Why do we have to be quiet in here?” she asked. “I mean, that’s your guy out there. He won’t care what we say, will he?”

  “He’s Jordan’s guy too,” Brent whispered. “Look, it’s…complicated. And…oh, shit. Here he comes- “

  Without warning, Brent wrapped his arms around her and pressed her lips to hers. It was softer than she’d expected, warmer but just as passionate and desperate as she’d imagined it might be. Before she knew what she was doing, Leah had folded her arms around him and was kissing him back. It was a second before the dim light from the hallway’s open door hit her eyes.

  “So, this is where you sneaked off to.”

  Marcus' voice caused her to jump and pull away. An embarrassed flush come into her cheeks. When Brent turned around, however, she realized that he didn’t look embarrassed at all. Instead, a cocky smile lined his lips as he turned to his agent, slinging his arm around Leah’s shoulders.

  “Sorry Marcus,” he said. “Couldn’t help myself.”

  To Leah’s surprise, Marcus laughed.

  “Well, I guess I can’t stop you from your little liaisons,” he said. “I’ll wait outside the door and give you two ten minutes alone to…finish up. But, I warn you, if I hear any interviewing, I’ll put a stop to it.”

  “We didn’t come in here to talk,” Brent said with a roguish wink. Marcus nodded.

  “Ten minutes,” he said before closing the door.

  As soon as he did, Brent turned to Leah, his arm still slung around her shoulder.

  “So, if we can’t talk, what are we supposed to do?”

  Brent looked at her with a half-smile as he raised an eyebrow suggestively.

  “I mean, besides that!” Leah whispered giving him a playful slap. Brent let out a low, barely audible chuckle as he leaned in towards Leah’s ear. His hands moved from her shoulders, slowly down her arms as he spoke.

  “We’ll just have to whisper to each other,” he said. As soon as he’d muttered this, he moved his lips to her neck and placed a gentle kiss on it.

  “Remember what I said about not hitting on me?” she asked. Though, as his lips made their way down to her collar bone, she couldn’t help but feel that the question lacked conviction.

  “I’m not hitting on you,” he said. “I’m giving you an interview.”

  “If this is an interview,” she said. “It’s the strangest one I’ve ever done. Oh!”

  She gasped when his hand moved from her arms and up the hem of her skirt to play against her inner thigh, just inches from where her warm desire had pooled.

  “Well,” he said. “Marcus is a very suspicious guy. And, if I come out without lips gloss on my mouth and your hair isn’t mussed...,” at this, he reached his free hand up and ran it through Leah’s long brown hair. “He’ll be suspicious.”

  Brent’s lips were, once again hanging just above Leah’s and she suddenly realized that she couldn’t take the teasing anymore. Without another word, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips desperately to his.

  She gasped again when his hands moved from their respective places to her hips and shoved her against the wall. Almost immediately, one hand returned to its place beneath her skirt and began caressing her desire above her panties as his lips moved to kiss and suck at her neck.

  “So…” she said breathlessly, trying to focus on what she needed to ask him. “Why’d you really come back for this charity tournament. Why did you come back here after so many years?”

  “Because of the CAA,” he whispered.

  “What…what’s so special about the CAA…Oh, god. Don’t stop,” she said as he pushed even further into her desire. The fabric of her panties still covering the place she desperately wanted him to touch.

  “Helping children of alcoholic parents is…something that I’m really passionate about,” he whispered.

  Taking a deep breath, she managed to voice her next question.

  “Is that because of your father? Oh God!”

  His fingers dipped beneath the fabric of her panties and touched the most sensitive spot on her body.

  “No comment,” he whispered.

  She couldn’t find any more words after that. Brent continued to kiss her lips, her neck, her collar bone as he stroked her desire, making her cry out and shake again and again.

  Soon, much too soon, they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

  “That’s enough you two,” Marcus called out. “Make yourselves decent then come on out.”

  Leah heaved a sigh as Brent pulled his hand out from under her skirt with an apologetic smile.

  “Leave it to my agent to ruin the mood,” Brent said. With another disappointed glance at her, he pushed away from the wall and adjusted his clearly tented trousers.

  She suddenly found herself wishing that she could do something to help him with that. Pushing the impulse aside she stood up away from the wall and smoothed her hair.

  “I still don’t understand what his hold is over you,” Leah said referring to Marcus. “I mean he’s your employee. Not the other way around.”

  “It’s not him, really,” Brent answered. “It’s my brother. And, like I said, it’s complicated.”

  “I assume I can quote you on that,” Leah said. Brent chuckled.

  “That’ll make a good quote. When asked about his past in St. Augustine, CEO Brent Watt eloquently stated ‘It’s complicated’.”

  “It’s more than what I’ve gotten so far,” Leah answered.

  “I’ll try not to take that personally,” Brent said as he ushered her towards the door. “I did give you more than you got in that first interview.”

  “Quite a bit more,” Leah said with a suggestive smile. “But, you still haven’t told me everything I want to know.”

  Brent smiled and put one hand on the door knob. Before he turned it, however, he leaned down and whispered in her ear once more.

  “Then I guess we’ll just have to do this again.”

  Leah felt a shiver run down her spine as Brent chuckled again and opened the door, ushering her back into the world.

  Chapter 3

  They did meet in that room again the next day. As well as the day after that. And, while the physical relationship between them grew more and more intense, Leah regretted that she wasn’t getting anywhere with regards to learning about Brent’s past.

  “At least tell me where you learned to play golf,” she said one evening as his hand dipped beneath her shirt to cover her breast.

  “Am I that good?” He asked against her neck.

  “You’re better than a lot of the celebrities here,” she said as she moved her hand to unbutton his pants, hoping that by doing so, she might give herself an unfair advantage.

  “So,” she said dipping the hands into his boxers and cupping the long, erect member she found there. “Where did you learn?”

  He groaned as she stroked him and she smiled in triumph.

  “If...if I answer, will you keep doing that?”

  “Maybe,” she said with another stroke of her hand.

  “I... I learned here. At the club. My dad was a member.”

  “He bought you lessons?” She asked. A little thrill went through her when she realized they were getting closer to what she wanted to know.

  “No. I watched the other club members play. Sometimes they’d let me caddy. I learned from them.”

  “Where was your dad when this-”

  Her words
were cut off by a gasp when he pulled her hand out of his boxers and shoved his leg between her thighs.

  “That’s enough questions for tonight, I think,” he said. Before she could answer, he pulled her panties completely down in one fluid movement.

  The next moment, his long, thick dick was pressing deep inside of her. Leah certainly couldn’t ask any more questions after that. It was all she could do to grab hold of his shoulders and hold on as he pounded into her over and over again.