Daddy In Charge_A Billionaire Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  “I know a lot is riding on this promotional tour. The car has barely been off the assembly line and already it’s getting rave reviews. I hope it wasn’t from greasing the palms of those looking to get their hand in your pocket.” My mouth was dry and it felt like I had a mouthful of cotton.

  I had no idea how I was continuing this conversation without stumbling over my words. I was basically at the lowest point on the totem pole of this business. I was the first line of defense, but I was learning the position was more intense than I was led to believe. I enjoyed doing something new, and I really enjoyed succeeding.

  “Speaking of those with their hand in my pocket. I have a dog-and-pony show to go to tonight to press the flesh with those of influence. The press was only one hurdle and the rest will come from word of mouth. I'm going to arrive in style in the very car that has their tongues dragging on the floor. I would very much like for you to join me.”

  It was a good thing I wasn’t drinking coffee or I would have sputtered it all over him. “I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to fraternize with the boss. I’m already on shaky ground with Mrs. Wilson. I don’t want to do anything to make things worse.”

  He laughed with his hands on his belly to show me how stupid my response really was. “I may have misspoken. I didn’t mean it as an invitation. It’s a mandatory function and I would like you to mingle amongst the guests to get their first-hand opinion. I’m not going to take no for an answer. Don’t say you have nothing to wear. I can remedy that by sending you something eye-catching. I’ve always been a pretty good judge when it comes to sizes. Leave it to me. You won’t have to lift a finger.”

  I wanted to tell him this wasn’t in my job description, but how could I, when he was being so generous. “I doubt I will fit in, but I will do my best to get some unbiased opinions.” They would tell him what he wanted to hear, but their guard would lower when they saw me in a form-fitting dress.

  “You may not know this, but you have a certain effect on the opposite sex. I doubt seriously you recognize how some in this very office have been eye-fucking you. If at any time you feel uncomfortable, come to me and I will make sure the person responsible is handled.”

  I wasn’t about making trouble and I was trying to keep my head down without making any unnecessary waves with the rest of the staff. Instead of ratting anyone out, I just said, “It’s all part of office politics. I have to learn to navigate the pitfalls. There is always something about any job which doesn’t exactly fit like a glove. I don’t consider myself personable, but I do know how to fake it to make it.” I gave him one of my most brilliant smiles.

  He was biting his bottom lip, staring at the way that I was popping out my chest with one long drawn out breath to get his attention. I was purposely taking in the oxygen in the room expanding my chest to make it a focal point. The awkward silence was only penetrated by his inability to articulate what he was feeling.

  “The people… the people… at this party are never going to know what hits them. You’re not the same vapid blonde bimbo who usually accompanies me to these things. I always fall for the wrong girl. One look and I’m pretty much powerless to resist the natural curves of their bodies.” He did seem like he would be more comfortable with someone who had very little to say.

  “You should never be afraid of a woman with their own opinions. I see you as the kinda guy who always wants to be the center of attention. You might not mean to, but deep down you want their admiration and applause for a job well done.” I felt like I was getting to know him on a different level than those who claimed to have his best interests at heart.

  “You are nothing like those who are going to be attending.” He shook his head. “I want to see things through your eyes, to live vicariously at the wonder and splendor of all the pomp and circumstance. I will pick you up at exactly seven p.m. I would suggest dinner first, but there will be plenty to choose from at the party.” I was the one that arranged for the catering and knew exactly what was going to be on the menu to tempt my palate.

  “I still think I’m not exactly the right person for this.” I wasn’t trying to put myself down, but this was definitely going to be something of a departure from how I lived my life.

  “Don’t think of this as anything more than a test. Your duties are always changing whenever the mood strikes me. I’m curious to see how you’re going to handle the inane chatter of those who think they’re better than everybody else.”

  I didn’t know what he was trying to do, but it felt like I was some kind of experiment underneath the microscope. Throwing me to the wolves was making me wonder if I was some kind of pet project.

  “You make them sound like they are some kind of alien race. They will pounce on me because I am the weakest of the herd. They will tear me apart like cannibals.”

  “You are the kind of girl… woman who knows how to adapt. I have no doubt this is going to be your coming out party. Don’t be scared, and I won’t be too far away.”

  I suddenly imagined him behind me nuzzling the back of my neck and lifting my black leather skirt with his two hands firmly on the hem.

  “Your observations of me are seriously misguided. I implore you to take somebody else with you to this party. I don’t know how to make idle chitchat. I can’t just nod and jump into a conversation without knowing the context.”

  I could feel the phantom of his hands grabbing my sensitive flesh with his fingers creeping underneath the crotch of my panties.

  “I see the foundation of someone growing out of her shell,” he crooned. “You are still in the cocoon of indecision ready to expand your wings and become a beautiful butterfly. I want to give you the chance to fly. You need only to trust me when I give you the necessary nudge in the right direction.”

  My fantasy was blurring the lines between what was real and what wasn’t.

  “I’m still a baby bird and you expect me to fly without even thinking about it. I don’t know what you see in me, but it’s quite apparent, you are blind to the reality.”

  I could see his features exploding with pleasure when he plunged deeply into the depths of my sex. It felt like it was really happening.

  “You look a little flushed. I’m going to force you to do this. It’s the only way you are going to learn that personal interaction is every bit as important in this business as anything else.”

  I was feeling faint and I had to plant my elbows on the table to prevent my legs from giving out. “I’m just thinking about how you expect this evening to go.” The evening was barely a blip on my radar.

  I was more concerned by how these flashes of carnal delight were becoming more frequent by the second. The pressure against the lips of my hole felt like the real thing. Looking at him only confirmed how desperate I was to play a little bit of mattress tag.

  “I expect you to be my eyes and ears. To give me any kind of heads up to how somebody is going to try to derail this latest venture. I want you to enjoy yourself, but always know that they are thinking about ways to stab me in the back. They will see you as a means to an end and try to get you to give them some dirt on me. I’m going to tell you exactly what to say in my effort to misdirect.”

  “I will do what I can to please you.”

  It was dangerous having him this close to me with my clothes feeling like they were burning right off my body.

  “You’re putting way too much pressure on yourself. Tonight is about business, but you can take the time to expand your horizons.”

  I felt a trickle of my juices starting to run down the left side of my leg. The fantasy was a waking dream.

  “I don’t have the strength you think I do. I will do this because it’s important to you.”

  I was biting my tongue, feeling the pressure building and knowing an imminent orgasm was coming whether I wanted it to or not.

  I didn’t need any extra stimulation. It would be the first time something like this had happened because of the way that he was talking in a seductive tone
. He didn’t mean to render me speechless. I had to get him to leave before he recognized the signs. My whole body was vibrating with sexual energy.

  “There’s more strength deep down than you realize.” He pressed his finger between my cleavage to touch my heart. The very touch was enough to ignite feelings of immense pleasure. “I’m making you tap into a reserve that you didn’t even know you had.”

  “I’ve taken some chances in my life, but mostly they blow up in my face. I don’t want the same thing to happen.”

  His hand moved and was on my shoulder, kneading the muscles like someone making bread with fresh dough. “I won’t let you go in there without a safety net. I’m going to give you my personal phone number to call me if you feel like you’re in over your head.” He grabbed my hand and scribbled his digits without having any knowledge of how close the bottom was to falling out.

  He walked down the hallway and I waited until his door was closed before making a mad dash to the bathroom. I barely made it into the stall with my feet spread and my high heels touching either side of the stall.

  I looked down to see the telltale stain of my excitement bleeding through the fabric of my panties. I barely had to touch my crotch before my eyes began to roll into the back of my head. I used the other hand to pull back the dainty material to expose the moisture seeping along each lip.

  The glistening shine was soon penetrated by two of my fingers screwing in deep with my knuckle up to my mouth to prevent anyone from overhearing my sexual awakening.

  I was shaking so badly that the toilet seat was actually rattling underneath me. I was out of my head thinking about him in acts of depravity that would’ve been illegal in some states.

  Chapter Eight - Tom

  I drove like a madman, predicting her reaction, enjoying the way that her fingernails were digging into the dashboard. The Snowflake was my pride and joy. It moved through the streets with the grace of a single thought.

  Roseanne was breathing deeply in a black ensemble with a plunging neckline. She kept trying to pull it up. Gravity had other ideas.

  “Is there a reason why… we have to be going this fast?”

  I answered her query by pushing the accelerator to the floor.

  I was taking corners without fishtailing across the street. It was a very smooth ride and not one Snowflake was like another. There were subtle differences. It was the reason why I came up with the name in the first place.

  The faster I went the more Roseanne became unglued, until she was maniacally laughing. Her hand slapped onto my thigh and awakened the serpent from its cage.

  I had a similar reaction when I was in Jamaica. I rented one of those jet skis, but I wasn’t expecting the return trip to be a life-and-death, harrowing ordeal.

  “I want to test the horses underneath the hood. These back roads are perfect to give this vehicle a roadworthy experience. I hope you’re not going to have some kind of accident. I haven’t Scotchgarded the material.” I was making a joke, but I don’t think that she found anything I was saying at the moment very funny.

  “Before I pass out, I will say this has exceeded my original expectations.”

  We arrived with the necessary flashbulbs of the press to give us a proper welcome. There was a red carpet and I had to help Roseanne to a standing position. She was white as a ghost, but she managed to shake it off. The dress made me wonder how it was possible she was able to wear it without her body busting through the seams.

  I had intentionally ordered it a size smaller than what I had guesstimated as her size. She had somehow squeezed into it. I could only hope it wasn’t cutting off the circulation. I was going to need her to be in full control of her faculties during the party. I’d already seen people I knew from the industry, and even some celebrities, who were clamoring for the first taste of what I had to offer for a considerable price.

  “I was there during the initial unveiling, but seeing it alive and coming toward you is something different,” said a man who greeted us as we walked up the red carpet. Cameron was my biggest supporter and had supplied me with some useful talent he had headhunted. “The curves are amazing. Whoever sculpted the design should be given a huge bonus. I apologize–this lovely piece of eye candy on your arm should not go unnoticed.”

  “This is my latest find. She’s still a work in progress, but I believe she has potential for greatness. I don’t make that claim lightly.” I had my arm around Roseanne and I could literally feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins.

  I was feeling the same thing, but I was used to fast things moving at a breakneck speed. Any relationship was first met with criticism, but then the bedroom would call us in a siren song. It was fleeting and over while leaving us feeling empty and alone. I was never able to get past the first romp in the hay. There was no need for a repeat performance when I knew what I was going to get.

  “Tom, you have outdone yourself, and I’m not talking about the car.” He playfully jabbed me in the shoulder. I played it off casually, but underneath I was raging with a need to punch him in the face.

  He might have been my biggest supporter, but he was also my biggest critic. He was always telling me that it couldn’t be done. It made me that much more determined to prove him wrong. The controls on the Snowflake had a hair trigger. It took a lot of trial and error to get it exactly right. It was perfect for the inclement weather of snowstorms and flash floods alike.

  “I appreciate how you have opened up some doors with the first responders. I’m already in the planning phase of making vehicles for lifesaving measures. They will respond quicker in bad weather because they will literally glide over any slippery surface like mountain goats.”

  I escorted Roseanne into the building with her fingernails digging into my hand to inform me of her fear of heights in the elevator.

  “I thought I could… handle this.” I gave her a reassuring squeeze and she almost buckled from the sheer audacity of me making her climb these heights in a glass elevator.

  “You should have said something sooner. We don’t have to stay long, but we do need to make an appearance.”

  “It’s not like you knew of my affliction. I would’ve said something had I been forewarned about the glass elevator.” She had her eyes closed. I took this opportunity to roam over her body with my eyes.

  The door opened and I was pulled into the gravity of two young ladies who I had the pleasure of being with in the past. They were all over me, touching my tuxedo and giving me their admiration. I was very cordial, but I kept one eye on the awkwardness of Roseanne in an environment that was plainly not her forte.

  I made the necessary small talk, mingling with those with their hand outstretched in greeting and congratulations. I was pleasant, but underneath I was begging for the night to be over with.

  I was glad to see she was no longer standing by herself like a lamb to the slaughter. She’d somehow insinuated herself into a conversation about the latest marvels of technology. I was pleased to find she was holding her own and even came up with some brilliant insights.

  “I’ve only seen her in the office, but she really does know how to dress to impress. I wouldn’t mind seeing the dress on the floor with her legs in the air on the bed.” Logan was acting immaturely, and I should have expected his interest in Roseanne.

  “I’m going to ask you respectfully to back off. She’s off limits and I don’t want to repeat myself. I know sometimes you can latch on without meaning any harm. I don’t have the gift to make them laugh like you do. I can fake it until I make it, but it’s not the same as having the gift for conversation. Keep it in your pants.” My intentions were crystal clear, but he was smiling like he understood better than most.

  “There’s no reason to get emotional. There are plenty of fish in the sea. I can dangle my bait in the water and see what will bite. Be careful, and we both know how you get when you overestimate the beast inside.”

  The animal was brought out when I couldn’t control the emotions boiling insi
de me. It meant a long hour of meditation each morning to center myself. And still, sometimes I could not control it.

  “It seems you have taken a vested interest in my sex life, Logan. There’s no reason to worry about me. I can take care of myself.” I left him to join Roseanne and easily captured the essence of the conversation within seconds of my trained ear.

  We finally had some time to ourselves, picking over the food at the table. The problem with these kinds of parties was that I had to be very careful about what I consumed. My allergic reaction to mushrooms, peanuts, and shellfish was nothing like a trip to the emergency room. These people would have gotten a different look at me. It would have made them scared and run for their lives, and rightfully so.

  “I have to tell you the main reason I hired you was because of your passion for cars and Montana. I spend a lot of time with my friend Logan camping in the mountains. It gives us a chance to become one with nature.” I felt it was important to explore the little things we had in common.

  I was not immune to her dress or the way she would bend over casually to pick up a piece of food. It made me yearn for something more than what was on the menu. I couldn’t make any outright overture. A subtle touch and a slight graze along her arm and shoulder were easily enough to make her shiver in place.

  “The mountains of Montana have always been a refuge from the real world. I always find myself more at peace without trying to make someone happy. I don’t mean to be a poison pill, but these people are exhausting. We’ve been here for three hours.” She had managed to swim with the sharks and nobody had a disparaging word about her.

  “I think we can sneak out without being noticed. I will have the car brought around back. It won’t be the first time I discreetly made an exit, and it won’t be the last. I will take you home and make sure you get there safely. I did bring you and it would seem appropriate to leave together.” I whispered to one of the catering staff. He listened, but it was the $100 bill in the palm of his hand which made him scurry off with the keys to my car.