Blitzed by the Billionaire

by Alice Ward

  “None taken,” Ben insisted. “Honestly, I love my job so much, it doesn’t feel like a job.”

  “It doesn’t pay like one either,” Walt muttered under his breath.

  Ben took a long drink of his ice water and we both ignored my uncle’s comment.

  “Enough about us,” I announced, changing the subject. “What’s going on with you? How long are you in town?”

  Before he could answer, Kevin arrived at our table with a platter of appetizers. He promised our entrees would be out soon, checked our drinks, and moved on to the table beside us.

  “This looks delicious,” Walt announced, filling his small plate with crab cakes, calamari, and spicy shrimp cocktail. I studied him while he dunked a forkful of crab cake into remoulade sauce and savored the first bite.

  My uncle and I could have easily passed for father and daughter. We had the same high cheekbones, blue eyes, and chestnut hair, although his was tinged with gray around the edges. I realized then that Walt was tense about something. He was smiling, but his shoulders were taut and I had a feeling his mind was somewhere else.

  “So how long are you in town?” I asked again, filling my own plate with food.

  Walt swallowed a shrimp and washed it down with another sip of wine.

  “Actually, that’s why I wanted to see you guys tonight. I have news.”

  Ben and I both set our forks down, giving Walt our full attention.

  “Well?” I pressed as he sat there silently. “Don’t keep us in suspense.”

  “I’m retiring from the airline… have retired, to be more precise.”

  “What?” I asked, sure I’d heard him wrong. Uncle Walt loved his job; the sudden early retirement didn’t make any sense. Panic grew in my chest while I waited for him to continue.

  It’s his health. He’s been grounded. It’s the only thing that makes sense.

  “Is everything okay, Walt?” Ben pressed, his voice full of concern.

  “Everything’s great,” he assured us. “In fact, they couldn’t be better. I know this will come as a shock to you, Emily, but I’ve met someone. Her name is Claudia and she’s a pediatrician here in Portland.”

  I stared at him for a moment, processing his words. “You’re quitting your job for a woman?”

  “I’m leaving the airline for a lot of reasons,” he replied, popping another shrimp into his mouth. I felt Ben relax beside me, but I was more wound up than ever. Uncle Walt announcing he was in a serious relationship was twice as shocking as his retirement announcement. I was too impatient to wait for him to swallow and continue.

  “What are the other reasons?” I demanded. “When did this happen? Where did you meet her? Why am I just hearing about all of this?”

  Uncle Walt took a sip of his wine and wiped his mouth with a crisp linen napkin.

  “Slow down, sweetheart. Claudia and I met about four months ago. I flew a nonstop to JFK, then took the jumpseat on a flight back home for my weekend off. Claudia had been in the city presenting a paper. We spent the whole flight talking. I think you’ll really like her.”

  “I can’t believe you’re going to introduce me to a woman,” I observed, my hunger finally outweighing my shock. I cleaned my appetizer plate while Walt continued.

  “I can hardly believe it myself. But it’s happening. As for why I didn’t tell you earlier, I wanted to wait until I knew things were serious. Claudia’s amazing, but like I said, she isn’t the only reason I’m leaving the airline. The constant traveling is starting to wear me out. I’ve never liked spending so much time away from you and I can finally afford to do something about it. I have savings, my pension, and I’ve taken a part-time job at a local charter company. I’m thrilled about all of this, Em. I hope you are too.”

  I studied him for a moment and then smiled. “If you’re thrilled, I’m thrilled. It will be nice to have you around more often. And I can’t wait to meet Claudia. Maybe we could all have dinner next weekend.”

  “I’ll check with her and see what fits in her schedule,” he promised.

  Ben scooted his chair away from the table and rose to his feet. “Excuse me, restroom,” he explained, tossing his napkin on the table. He left and my uncle turned to me with a scowl.

  “Come on,” I groaned. “I just said if you’re happy, I’m happy. Can’t you just do the same in return?”

  “Absolutely not,” Walt replied with a slight shake of his head. “I know this guy has you snowed. But he isn’t who he wants you to think he is, Em. He’s a slick talking cad. Trust me, I’m right. I can spot my own kind from a mile away.”

  I was stunned into silence when he acknowledged his sordid romantic past. He gave me an amused smile and an eye roll of his own.

  “You’re an adult now, Emily. I think we can speak openly about this. I think we should talk openly about it. I know you know I liked to sew my wild oats, so to speak. But unlike Benny, I never pretended to be someone I’m not. If there’s one thing I can say for myself, I never let a woman believe I wanted a serious relationship. I flat out told them I didn’t. But this guy… he’s a real piece of work, sweetheart.”

  I pushed my shoulders back and stared back at him defiantly. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. And you’re making me angry. Ben is one of the good guys, Uncle Walt. He’s stable and wholesome, and you should see him with the kids. In fact, now that you’re going to be around more often, you should come to the club and watch a few games. I know you’re convinced that no man will ever be good enough for me, but if you’d just give Ben a chance—”

  “I’m quite sure there’s a man out there good enough for you,” he corrected me. “I’m even more certain that Ben isn’t that man. I can see I’m upsetting you, so I’ll drop it. But only if you promise me something.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

  “Let another school year pass before you make any life-altering decisions.”

  I narrowed my eyes and scowled back at him. “If Ben asks me to marry him, I’m going to say yes.”

  “I get that. But—”

  “Here we are,” Kevin sang, sidling up to our table with a large tray balanced on one arm. “Sorry for the wait,” he continued, distributing the plates around the table. I stared down at my steamed mussels and pasta, thankful for the interruption. I swirled linguini around my fork and felt a gentle, familiar hand on my back.

  “Perfect timing,” Ben said, sliding back into his seat. “I’m starving.”

  “Is everything okay? You were gone awhile,” I whispered while Walt was distracted by Kevin.

  “I’m fine,” he insisted. He spread his napkin across his lap and sprinkled salt on his swordfish.

  He’s up to something. But it has to be something innocent. I know him better than Walt. Besides, if he were a player, he wouldn’t have stuck around for an entire year.

  Kevin carried the tray back to the kitchen and Walt turned to Ben with a somewhat forced smile.

  “Emily invited me to come watch some of your games at the club. How many teams do you coach?”

  “I coach one basketball, one football, and one baseball team,” Ben explained. “But I coordinate all three programs.”

  “You’re a busy man,” Walt observed.

  “I like what I do,” Ben replied with a casual shrug.

  “You know, I was quite the football player back in high school. Maybe I could come out and coach a few games with you.”

  I could tell Ben was taken aback by the suggestion, but he handled it well.

  “I’d enjoy that very much, Walt. I’ll email you the team’s schedule.”

  Ben’s phone vibrated and he pulled it from his pocket before slowly rising to his feet.

  “Speaking of the club, this is one of my team moms. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be right back.”

  “Of course,” Walt insisted with a dismissive wave.

  Ben strode quickly out of the dining room and I turned to my uncle, my eyebrow cocked again.

  �
�Five minutes ago, you were practically begging me to get rid of him. Now you’re volunteering to coach pee wee football?”

  “Yes.” He lifted his glass and swirled the liquid. “I’m going to give him a chance because you asked me to. And you’re going to think long and hard about what I asked you to do. Deal?”

  “Deal,” I agreed. I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I was convinced that once Walt spent some one-on-one time with Ben, he’d understand why I had no intentions of leaving him.

  ***

  “Thank you for suffering through that with me,” I told Ben, kicking off my shoes. I sat down on his bed and started pulling off my jewelry.

  “It wasn’t that bad,” he assured me. “I learned not to take Walt’s jibes personally a long time ago. He’s protective of you. I get it. He’ll have to warm up to me sooner or later because I’m not going anywhere.”

  I laid my rings on the nightstand and started stripping out of my clothes. I had more than sleeping on my mind, but Ben didn’t seem to get the hint. He tossed me a clean t-shirt and stepped into the hallway.

  “I’m going to make a drink. Do you want anything?”

  “No,” I called after him.

  I tossed the t-shirt to the floor alongside my discarded clothes and wiggled between the sheets in nothing but my white lace panties. A few minutes later, I heard the television spring to life and groaned, feeling the spark of arousal doused. I leaned over the side of the bed and retrieved the t-shirt. I pulled it over my head and made my way to the living room. Ben was stretched out on the couch with a scotch and soda, his eyes fixed to a baseball game.

  “I thought we were going to bed,” I reminded him with a pout.

  “I was just going to check the score. But it’s all tied up at the end of the sixth. Why don’t you lay down and watch it with me?” he suggested.

  I sighed and squeezed onto the couch beside him.

  “We can’t fall asleep out here again,” I warned. “Last time, I had a crick in my neck for three days.”

  “Shh,” he said and nodded toward the TV.

  If Linda could see me now, I’d never hear the end of it. I think this is the definition of vanilla.

  Ben propped his elbow on the arm of the couch and took a long drink of his scotch. He covered my bare legs with a blanket and settled back down behind me. I waited until the commercial break to make my move. I turned in his arms, pushing my hips into his.

  “I really do appreciate the way you handled yourself tonight. It reminded me why I love you. And it made me want to show you just how much I love you.”

  I brushed my lips gently across Ben’s and stroked his face with a teasing finger.

  “Is that so?” he mumbled, leaning into my touch.

  I nodded and let my tongue dance into his mouth. I kissed him passionately, grinding my body into his. But I felt no response below Ben’s waist. The baseball announcer’s voice filled the room again, and Ben ended things as quickly as I’d started them. He reached for his drink and I rolled over in defeat.

  When did we stop having sex? This time last year, we couldn’t take our hands off of each other. Is it normal for the passion to fade so fast? Is this just part of the package when you finally find the person you’re supposed to be with? Is he just not attracted to me anymore?

  I tried to tell myself I was overreacting. Ben and I were only having sex about once a week. But it wasn’t as if we never touched each other.

  He just has a lower sex drive. All relationships are hot in the beginning. It’s normal that we’re not ripping each other’s clothes off anymore. But I’d think I’d at least get a rise out of him.

  I laid beneath Ben’s arm until I heard his soft snores, my teeth grinding harder with each exhale. I flipped off the television before waking him and dragging him to the bedroom.

  “I didn’t see the score,” he mumbled.

  “You’ll see it in the morning,” I promised.

  We stumbled into the bedroom and collapsed onto the mattress. Ben reached for me with a sudden urgency, pulling me roughly against his body.

  This is what I’m talking about.

  I found his lips with mine and kissed him hungrily, pushing him against the headboard. I climbed into his lap and pulled the t-shirt over my head, and he groped at my breasts with his mouth. I rocked against him, determined to make him hard.

  “Let me kiss it,” I whispered into his ear.

  Ben let out a happy groan and unfastened his belt. I tugged down his slacks and boxers before diving for his cock.

  I took the head into my mouth, licking and teasing with everything I had. Despite my best efforts, he remained limp in my hand.

  “I’m sorry, Em,” he finally groaned. “I don’t think this is going to work.”

  I crawled off of him and collapsed on the other pillow. “Is something wrong?” I whispered. “Did I do something, or not do something?”

  “Nothing’s wrong,” he assured me with a yawn. “I’m exhausted, that’s all. The overtime I’m putting in at the club is draining me. I still find you incredibly sexy.”

  “You’re just tired?” I pressed.

  “Yes, baby. I’m just tired and I have a lot on my mind. The scotch probably didn’t help either.” He stroked my arm with his fingers. “Look Em, I know we’ve fallen into a bit of a rut. I promise I realize that, and I have every intention of doing something about it. But right now, I’m just too tired.”

  “I understand,” I assured him and propped myself up on one elbow, planting another soft kiss on his lips.

  “I think this is normal,” I continued. “Every couple goes through a sort of ebb and flow in the bedroom. I love you. That’s all that matters.”

  He pushed my hair back from my face. “I love you too, Emily. And I promise I’ll kick things back into ‘flow’ just as soon as I adjust to my new schedule.”

  Ben rolled over onto his side and pulled my back into his chest. His scruffy stubble tickled my neck as his breaths slowed and his snores started again.

  This man loves me and together we’re going to build the life I’ve always wanted. So what if we go through some dry spells. At least we’re going through them together.

  CHAPTER TWO

  “Thanks again for my special snack, Miss Kinkaid. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Alfie Hollis stood in the doorway of my classroom, waving at me with a bright smile.

  Unlike a lot of schools, The Day School hadn’t yet imposed a ban on parents bringing treats to school on their children’s birthdays and other special occasions. The parents were asked to keep their selections allergy friendly, but they seemed to consider this as a suggestion, not a requirement. I’d anticipated the problem and stocked the bottom drawer of my desk with dried fruit and vegan, nut free cookies so Alfie would never be left out.

  “You’re welcome, Alfie. Have a good night.”

  “You too, Miss Kinkaid.”

  He darted into the hallway and I shut down my laptop. I’d had a long, exhausting day complete with an injury report after one student whacked another upside the head with a wooden train. The principal and I were scheduled to meet with both sets of parents the following afternoon and I’d given my entire class a long talk about the importance of sharing. When the dismissal bell finally rang, all I wanted to do was go home, change into my pajamas, and have a lazy night with Ben. I locked up my classroom and found him in the school gymnasium shooting free throws.

  “Nice shot,” I called out as the ball swooshed through the net. He turned to me with a charming smile.

  “Thanks, babe. How was your day?” He dribbled the ball toward me and then tucked it under his arm as he leaned down to kiss the top of my head.

  “My day was terrible.” I leaned all my weight against him. “Are you ready to go? I thought we’d lay around my place and maybe order dinner in.”

  “I wish I could, baby. I have practice at the club tonight. And after, I’m meeting with the volunteer moms about the cheer program they want to
start, remember?”

  “That’s right,” I sighed. “I forgot all about that. Do you want to come to my place later?”

  “I need to stay home tonight. The landlord is stopping by in the morning to look at the garbage disposal. I’m sorry, baby. I can tell you’ve had a rough day. Do you want me to cancel practice?”

  I shook my head. “No. I wish you could hang out with me, but I don’t want the kids to be disappointed.”

  “You could go to my place. I’m not sure what time I’ll be home. But we could have a little time together.”

  “That’s okay. I really feel like being home right now. Tomorrow night?”

  “It’s a date,” he agreed. “Go home, take a hot bath, and pamper yourself. I’ll call you when I leave the club.”

  I leaned in for a quick hug and then turned toward the door. “Have a good practice,” I called over my shoulder.

  “Thanks, baby. I’ll talk to you soon.”

  The sound of his basketball bouncing off of the court echoed down the hallway as I made my way out of the building. I slid behind the wheel of my blue Prius, a graduation present from Uncle Walt, and drove out of the King neighborhood and into a much older, more white collar Irvington area.

  When my parents passed away, I was left with just shy of a quarter of a million dollars in life insurance money. Half of it was safely in the bank, earning interest. I’d spent the other half on a small condo about twenty minutes away from the school. If I’d gotten my way, I’d have bought something closer to work. But Walt insisted that I live in a safer area. He didn’t believe the King neighborhood was as revitalized as the locals claimed.

  I pulled into my parking space and quickly retreated to my unit before any of my neighbors spotted me. After the day I’d had, I was in no mood to make forced, friendly small talk.

  I changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt, pulled my hair on top of my head, and settled in on my soft white sofa to binge on reality television. After three hours of watching spoiled socialites choose their wedding gowns, I realized I’d forgotten all about dinner. And the meal I was craving came from a diner that didn’t deliver.

  I’ll call it in but eat at the counter so I don’t have to deal with the take-out trash.