by Maggie Way
God, I wondered what he would be like in bed… Okay, this is ridiculous, I thought. Girl, you gotta get laid soon or you’re just going to explode!
It was an odd thought to be having while sitting across from my billionaire boss who was about to either fire me or tell me to get my head out of my ass and go back to work. I took a deep breath and waited for the verdict to come.
A thin file with my name on the label was on the desk in front of him. He opened the file and spoke as he skimmed the pages. “So, Alex, how did you find Wharton?”
“Um, well, initially through Google,” I said. By the time I realized what a freakin’ moron I was, it was too late. He was already looking at me like I had two heads.
“No, I mean how was your experience there?”
“Oh, right, sorry, it was great,” I said, struggling to breathe and speak at the same time. “It was hard work, but I thoroughly enjoyed the experience.”
“Your CV is highly-impressive,” he said, flipping through the pages of transcripts. “You also interned at Morgan Stanley and AIG, again, very impressive.”
“Thank you,” I said. I pushed out a long breath and felt a little of the tension leaving my body. Maybe I wasn’t going to get fired after all.
He closed my file and rested his hands on top of it. I stared at his hands for a moment. I found myself wondering what they’d feel like on my breasts. GRRRR! Dammit, Alex, focus!
He took on a serious tone and said, “Alex, are you familiar with Baby-Co Industries? They make cotton diapers for babies?”
I had no clue who Baby-Co was, but I couldn’t tell him that. I let my expression match his and said, “I’m aware of the company, yes.”
It was what my professor at Wharton called, “a non-answer.”
I was aware of the company, but what did that mean?
That I’d heard the name?
That I used their products?
That I knew everything there was to know about them?
Or more precisely, was I just trying not to sound like a moron?
Bingo!
“Baby-Co is an old-school company that is on the brink of bankruptcy,” he said with a sigh, as if the notion saddened him. “Our world is all about convenience, quick fixes, disposable diapers. Sadly, Baby-Co is going the way of the dinosaurs. However, they have a number of assets that would be highly-valuable if parted out from the company and sold off. Their manufacturing plant in Dallas, for example, sits on prime real estate that’s worth three times their profit last year.”
“Wow,” I head myself say. Wow? Really, Alex?
“So, we are acquiring Baby-Co and will be parting out those assets of value and liquidating everything else. I’m putting together a team of my best people to handle the acquisition. Since you had experience working in acquisitions during your internship at AIG, I thought you might like to join the team.”
I must have looked like I was having a stroke because I didn’t know what to say. I think my mouth moved a little, but my brain didn’t send down any words to say. I felt my head nodding. My tongue went over my dry lips again.
“Alex?”
I blinked and tried to smile. “That would be amazing Mr. Shaw, I mean, Cameron, I mean… Thank you.”
He grinned at me. “Fantastic. I’ll let Mitchell Ryan know that you’re onboard. You’ll move up here to the war room down the hall to work with the team.”
He got to his feet. Wow, was he tall. He came around the desk and held out his hand. I put my hand in his and let him lift me off the chair. He was so strong. I felt juice running down the inside of my thigh. Dammit, I needed thicker panties…
“So, get your things and report back up here after lunch,” he said, holding my hand as he led me to the door. I followed like a bitch in heat. He let go of my hand and paused before he opened the door.
“Oh, there’s one more thing.” He was just a foot away from me now. I could smell his aftershave. He was so erect. I mean, tall. He was so tall. Oh, fuck it.
“I’m on the board of the city’s homeless initiative and we’re having a fundraiser tonight at the Hilton downtown. I would very much like you to come.”
I blinked at him. “You want me to come to a fundraiser? You mean, to serve food or bartend?”
He chuckled at me. He reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from my cheek. I felt the fire in my cunt start to rage out of control as it burned its way up my body.
“No, I mean as a guest,” he said. He put his hand behind his back, almost like he had to keep them occupied or they’d brush my cheek again. “I’ve invited a number of the new employees to attend.”
“Um, that’s great, Mr. Shaw, but I’m not sure I have anything to wear.” I was getting short of breath again. I was finding it hard to swallow. “I mean, I put most of my clothes in storage when I moved here, so…”
“That won’t be a problem,” he said. He went back to the desk to get a pen and pad of paper. He handed them to me. “Just write down your dress and shoe size and I’ll have Robin send over something appropriate.”
I hesitated for a moment and avoided his stare. He’d touched my cheek, which in Idaho was as good as foreplay. Maybe this was just his way of being friendly.
He was a gorgeous billionaire, after all, and if he wanted to touch my cheek who was I to say that he couldn’t?
He smiled at my hesitation, as if I were a child doing something he thought was cute.
“Alex, we do this all the time for new hires. Just write down your sizes and I’ll take care of the rest. And write down your address. I’ll have a car pick you up at 8:30.”
I was in our tiny apartment bathroom struggling with my hair when Vee walked in carrying a box that had Saks Fifth Avenue on the outside.
“This just came for you,” she said. “And this note.” She wiggled a small envelope at me. “You want me to read it?”
“Yes, please,” I said, taking the box and walking into my bedroom with Vee close behind.
“Miss Shaw, I trust this will work. See you tonight. Cam.” She made a face at me. “Cam? Holy shit, Alex, he’s trying to fuck you!”
“What? No! That’s insane,” I said, flabbergasted. “He’s just being nice.”
“Oh my god, surely you’re not that naïve,” she said, waving the note in the air. “Let me read this to you again, Idaho girl, only this time I’ll read between the lines.” She made a serious face. “Alex, I can’t wait to have my hand up this dress. Please don’t wear panties as that would only slow me down. Suck my dick, Cam!”
“You’re insane,” I said with a laugh. I took the lid off the box and pulled out the most gorgeous little black dress on the planet, with emphasis on the word “little”.
It was a Stella McCartney, black, low cut, short, and covered in tiny sequins that glimmered in the light. There was a pair of black Manolo Blahnik fuck-me stilettos in the bottom of the box.
“Still think I’m crazy?” Vee asked, staring at the dress as I held it up between us. “If that dress and those shoes don’t say I’m going to fuck a billionaire tonight, I don’t know what does.”
“Holy shit,” I sighed. I held the dress up to me and turned to stare in horror at my reflection in the mirror. The hem barely reached my crotch. “Vee, I can’t wear this. I’ll look like a hooker.”
“A hooker wearing a thousand-dollar dress and a two-thousand-dollar pair of fuck-me heels,” Vee said. She was standing behind me with her arms folded over her chest. My eyes filled with tears as I caught her reflection in the mirror.
“Vee, what am I going to do?”
“You’re going to the fundraiser,” she said. “But you don’t have to go in that. Come on, let’s raid my closet. I’ve been to a few of these things. I’m sure I’ll have something you can wear.”
Chapter Fifteen
Cameron
“You invited her here? To the fundraiser? Are you fucking crazy? I mean, why would you do that? Christ, Cam, Monique and her father are going to be here. You
can get away with shit in front of Monique, but her old man watches you like a hawk. What were you thinking?”
Mitchell continued to rant as I smiled at my reflection in the restroom mirror. I leaned in to adjust my tie for a moment, then leaned out to brush lint off the lapels of my black tuxedo jacket.
He stopped ranting and threw his hands up in the air. “Well?”
“Are you finished?” I asked, turning to face him. I put my hands on his shoulders and gave him a little shake. “Look, I invited Alexandrea Shaw here so she could get better acquainted with the Baby-Co team. That’s all. There’s no ulterior motive.”
“Bullshit,” he said. “You invited her here because you want to fuck her.”
I turned back to look in the mirror. I flashed my teeth to make sure they were perfect (they were) and brushed my hair back with the palms of my hands. I glanced at him.
I asked, “What are you so upset about? It’s not like I haven’t fucked employees before. And Christ, you can’t keep your dick out of that hot Latino girl on the fifth floor. What’s her name? Veronica something. Do they call her Vee because that’s where all the action is?”
“You’re such an asshole,” Mitch said, turning red-faced. He’d been fucking the girl named Vee since she came onboard a year before, and I couldn’t blame him. She was one hot piece of ass: big tits, big ass, round hips. I couldn’t blame Mitch at all for tapping that. I was pretty sure that Maribeth, his wife of five years and mother to their two kids, would feel differently.
“Look, all I’m saying is that you can’t fuck up the deal you made with Sebastian Ells,” he said, shifting the focus away from himself. “The one condition of merging with his company was that you marry Monique. You knew that going in. You agreed to his terms.”
“And I will marry Monique,” I said with a heavy sigh. “And I will take over her father’s company, and we’ll all live happily ever after. But that doesn’t mean that I’m gonna cut off my dick and let Monique carry it around in her purse.”
“I know, but…”
“Mitch, chill, I got this.” I patted his shoulders, then gave him a push toward the door. “Come on, let’s go mingle with the little people.”
And maybe even fuck one, I thought with a smile.
I found Monique and her father, Sebastian Ells, sitting at the VIP table at the front of the room near the stage. There were several hundred people in attendance, many of them rich, some of them wealthy, and then the two billionaires; Sebastian and me.
Sebastian had made his fortune in the stock market, then as the founder of one of the richest hedge funds on Wall Street. We’d been friendly adversaries for years, then, a year ago, he suggested that I marry his daughter, who I occasionally fucked, and we merge our empires.
Monique was never more than a casual fuck for me and I was nothing more than that to her, but for some reason she thought her father’s idea was “delicious”. She could see herself as Mrs. Cameron Shaw. She liked the sound of it.
I thought it was a ridiculously old-fashioned idea at first, marrying to merge two kingdoms, but as I looked at the numbers and realized the sheer magnitude of a merger between Ells and Shaw, the idea started to grow on me.
When Sebastian offered to turn over the reins to me on the one year anniversary of my wedding to his daughter, it became an offer I couldn’t refuse.
The day Monique and I announced our engagement, the stock of both our companies skyrocketed. Apparently, our shareholders thought that the merger was a good thing, too.
Since then, Monique – my fiancé -- has tried to take over every waking moment of my life.
That’s fine when I have her bent over in the shower driving my cock into her ass, but when she started setting appointments for me and committing my money to support her causes, like tonight, I knew I had to draw the line.
I knew talking to Monique wouldn’t do a bit of good, so I talked to her old man. He was well-aware that for this merger to work, he needed to get his daughter to back the fuck up.
So far, he wasn’t doing a very good job of it. What daddy’s princess wanted, daddy’s princess got.
“Hello, Sebastian,” I said as I sat down between him and Monique, who offered her cheek for me to kiss. “You’re looking well.”
“As are you, my boy,” he said with a nod. He gave me a moment to get settled, then waited until Monique turned to chat with Mitch, who sat on the other side of her. Good old Mitch. He’d keep Monique busy with idle talk of fundraisers and fashion shows and shiny new things while I spoke to her old man. And waited for Alexandra Shaw to arrive.
Sebastian leaned in and lowered his voice. “I assume we are still on schedule with our plan.” He looked around me and nodded at his little girl. “I spoke to Monique. She understands that she may have been a bit premature in taking over your social calendar.” He cut a wry smile and winked at me. “I’m sure she will make it up to you in her own special way.”
“I appreciate that, Sebastian,” I said.
“Happy to help, my boy,” he said, giving me a smile that made my stomach churn. “Enjoy your freedom. While it lasts.”
I stared into his eyes for a moment, wondering what the hell he meant, then he picked up a glass of water from the table and looked away.
I leaned back and took a deep breath and let my eyes go around the room. I glanced at my watch. It was nearly nine. She should be here soon.
The room was filled with men in tuxedos and ladies in formal gowns and uniformed servers waiting on them hand and foot.
My eyes searched the crowd for the redhead in the little black mini-dress and fuck-me heels.
Then, like a vision that suddenly appears through the mist, there she was; standing at the entrance with the look of a frightened doe on her face.
I felt my chest swell at the site of her, though she wasn’t wearing the dress I picked out for her. She was wearing a black formal dress and heels, but the dress wasn’t low cut or short enough for my tastes. And the heels were an inch too low. What the fuck?
I smiled as I watched her walk toward one of the bars that were set up around the room. She ordered a Coke.
So, she didn’t wear the dress I’d sent her and she wasn’t drinking alcohol. Interesting.
Getting Alexandra Hart into my bed might present a greater challenge than I thought.
Excellent.
I loved a good challenge.
Chapter Sixteen
Alex
Vee saved the day. And quite possibly, my dignity. I tried on the little black dress Cameron had sent and sure enough, my tits and ass were barely covered. I’ve got a decent body, but I’m a pretty modest girl. There was no way I would have worn that dress in public. I was embarrassed to have it on in front of Vee!
For a second-year analyst right out of B-school, Vee had an impressive wardrobe. Her closet was stuffed full of expensive clothes and shoes. She said they were gifts from a rich boyfriend. I didn’t press the point.
The dress she let me borrow, a black, mid-thigh, backless cocktail dress from Vera Wang, had to have cost a thousand bucks. She dug out a pair of four-inch Jimmy Choo’s and a black clutch that matched the dress. The black bra and panties were mine. The rest belonged to Vee.
I ordered a Coke and moved aside to gaze around the room. It was a big room filled with rich people in tuxedos and fancy dresses. Boy, did I feel out of place. The daughter of an Idaho potato farmer rubbing shoulders with the rich folks as a ritzy fundraiser in Manhattan. I wondered what my dad would think of his little girl now.
I spotted Cameron sitting at a table at the front of the room. He was chatting with an older gentleman. Beside him was Monique Ells, the gorgeous former model who would be Mrs. Shaw in a month or two.
I knew who she was only because I had snooped out Cameron Shaw on Google and their names kept coming up together. I must admit, my heart sank a little bit when I saw her sitting there. I know, stupid, as if I would ever get the chance to be with a man like Cameron Shaw.
Sitting next to Monique was my new boss, Mitchell Ryan, who I’d met just briefly after lunch in the war room. I wasn’t entirely sure, but I thought he was Vee’s rich benefactor. She didn’t tell me outright who she was sleeping with, but the gossip in the war room was that Mitchell was sleeping with a hot Latino girl from the fifth floor. Surely, there couldn’t be more than one.
When Cameron spotted me standing near the bar, he got up from the table and headed my way. I could tell by the look on his face that he was wondering why I hadn’t worn the dress he’d sent over.
“Alex, glad you came,” he said, sticking out his hand. I took his hand and smiled. It was a different kind of handshake than the one in his office. This one was much quicker, more professional. I felt like every eye in the place was on us. Maybe he felt it, too.
“Yes, thank you so much for inviting me,” I said.
He looked me up and down. His bottom lip grew pouty. “You didn’t like the dress I sent over?”
“Honestly, I think it was the wrong size,” I lied, making a sorrowful face. “It was a little small. I’ll bring it back in on Monday.”
He smiled. “Don’t worry about that,” he said, waving the thought away. “Regardless, you look delicious.”
“Well, thanks, I’m not really used to dressing up.”
“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your little friend, Cam?”
Cameron turned to find Monique Ells and Mitchell Ryan standing behind him. Monique was so gorgeous that she didn’t look real. She looked like a walking photo straight out of Glamour Magazine.
Mitchell, on the other hand, had a look on his face like Pandora after she let the demons out of the box. I saw Cameron shoot him a look. I assumed Mitchell had been tasked with keeping Monique busy while Cameron came to greet me.
“Monique Ells, this is Alexandra Hart,” Cameron said curtly. The skin around his eyes tightened when he looked at her. His discomfort seemed to grow as Monique held out her hand for me to shake. It was like shaking a dead fish.