The Billionaire Boss Collection

by Penny Ward

  I don’t know if I’m brave enough.

  “I don’t even know his real name.”

  “And you don’t need to know it,” Marissa smiles.

  He’s not even my type.

  I want someone that is creative. That is why I was attracted to Richard. He wants to be a writer but was always a very unmotivated one. I convinced myself that he would get motivated one day, but it never happened. I love creativity but was never blessed with the talent myself. Maybe my lack of artistic ability is the reason why I am drawn to men who are creative.

  My potential one-night stand is not my ideal man, I try to convince myself.

  Even though he looks perfect, he is not my perfect type. Despite his amazing body and stunning face, despite the fact that my heart skips a beat every time he talks to me, he is not my type.

  “He isn’t my type,” I remark to Marissa, reinforcing the statement to myself.

  She laughs again.

  “Like I said before, that man is everyone’s one-night stand type!”

  I shake my head and turn back to the computer, “Wait. What?”

  Staring at my computer confused, I hear Marissa ask a question but it doesn’t register. It isn’t until she touches me on the shoulder that I snap back to reality.

  “What is it?” she asks concerned.

  “This email… it says it’s from Joel Mitchell Greene.”

  “No!” Marissa basically jumps over my shoulder to look at the computer screen.

  Hello,

  Thank you for your email.

  It must have taken a lot of work to track me down. I try very hard to avoid being found – I don’t like attention or focus on myself. I never have.

  I prefer to let my art do the talking.

  As you are employed in an art gallery, I’m sure that you are aware that there is a lot of interest in identifying me. I am not interested in becoming known.

  If you agree to keep this quiet, I’m sure we can work out some sort of arrangement.

  Regards,

  J.M Greene

  “No. It has to be a hoax,” I say as I shake my head in disbelief.

  “What if it’s not? What if you have solved the greatest mystery in modern art?”

  “Surely not…”

  The excitement becomes too much for Marissa to bear and she slaps a heavy kiss on my cheek, “You, dear, are a genius!”

  “No…” I shake my head again. “It has to be a joke. Someone probably got the email, and they knew about Joel Mitchell, and responded. That’s all. It wouldn’t be real. It couldn’t be, could it?”

  “Damn right it could!”

  “I should respond and check that it’s real. What should I say?”

  Marissa and I discuss the email over the next thirty minutes, talking heavily about what should be included in the communication.

  Finally, we come up with a very brief email reply:

  Hello,

  Thank you for your response.

  We do not intend to subject you to public scrutiny.

  However to keep such a secret close, we would appreciate a sign of your gratitude.

  Kind Regards,

  Amber Spencer

  Nelson Gallery.

  “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – you are a genius!” Marissa kisses my cheek again. “Now, get out of here and get ready for your night!”

  “Oh! My night!” my mind dances back to the mystery man.

  “That’s right. Get out of here,” she hurries me out the door. “Worry about the response in the morning. Promise me that you will not think about this again tonight.”

  “I promise,” I smile.

  “Good. And promise me that you will have a good time.”

  “I promise.”

  “Although with a man like that, it would be hard not too!”

  5

  My day has already been more exciting than I ever could imagine, and now I have my first ever one-night stand to look forward to.

  After spending more time than I thought was possible in front of the mirror getting myself ready for tonight, I arrive at ‘The Grand Hotel’ full of nerves. I step out of the cab, give the driver way too much for a tip, and walk through the hotel entrance.

  Oh.

  My.

  I feel every bit as inexperienced as my twenty-two years would suggest. I have never seen wealth like this before. I thought that places like this only existed in the movies – this place is beyond my wildest dreams.

  “May I help you, ma’am?” a concierge asks me.

  “Um…” I pick my jaw up off the floor. “I’m going to the penthouse. Where is that?”

  He smiles, “Of course, ma’am. Right this way.”

  The tall, smooth concierge leads me to the elevators, presses the button for me and waits for the elevator to arrive. Once it arrives, he guides me through the elevator doors.

  I already feel more elegant than I ever have in my life, “Thank you.”

  My words come out with a mock elegance – and sound totally ridiculous.

  I am wearing the sexiest outfit I own – a tight, long black dress. I bought this dress a year ago, hoping that Richard would take me somewhere nice.

  He never did.

  The dress hugs my curves and when the elevator dings that I have arrived, the reality of the situation sets in.

  I’m going to have sex. With a man. With a man that I don’t know. The nerves flood my body and I almost feel like being sick. Why did I agree to this? This isn’t me, is it? I don’t know if I can do it. What if he is perfect? What if he is everything I ever wanted? What do I do then?

  No. I can’t think like that. He is not my type anyway. He is sexy, yes, but so not my type. He is too much of a businessman to be my type. And what if I’m awful in bed? I have only ever been with one man, and he was a very selfish lover. I wouldn’t know what to do to make this man feel good. Oh, I wouldn’t even know what to do to make me feel good. With his good looks and money, I’m sure he has had plenty of girls in his life. Anyone he chooses. And they would all be wild and sexy… and know how to please a man. I know nothing about that.

  I don’t step out of the elevator. I can’t do it. I’m not sexy enough to be someone’s fling. No Amber!

  Stop. Don’t think like that. I am good enough. The old me would have run away long before now. But not now. This is my new life. This is my moment.

  It is just for one night.

  I step out of the lift and stand nervously at the door to the penthouse for five minutes, before I finally gain the courage to knock twice.

  6

  He is slow to answer the door but when he does, my world freezes.

  The first thing I see is his eyes. His beautiful eyes. Staring at me, wanting me. He is wearing another tightly fitted suit, and my, it looks amazing. I love it. I want to rip it off him right now.

  “Hello.”

  His voice is deep and full of smooth seduction. I try to respond but I can’t. I’m too nervous.

  “Please, come in.”

  He welcomes me into the hotel room and I am blown away by the size of it. Seriously, I thought places like this only existed in the movies. It is massive… and seductive. There is something about the hotel room that is just plain sexy.

  Exactly like the man opposite me.

  “Amber Spencer,” I blurt out.

  Damn. Why did I say that?

  Nope – I’m definitely not smooth at all.

  In an attempt to cover up my rudeness, I hold out my hand to shake his. His eyes stare at me, but he ignores my handshake completely. Instead, he turns to the bar, “What would you like to drink?”

  “I think names should come before drinks,” I state nervously.

  “No. Not tonight,” his voice is in control. Dominant. I can’t argue with a man that is so sure of his answer.

  “I have guidelines for tonight,” I announce. Guidelines? What the hell am I saying?!

  He stops pouring the glass of wine and his eyebr
ows rise in a question.

  Why did I say that? I don’t have any guidelines. The nerves must have made me say that. Shit. What do I say now? When I don’t say anything else, Mr. White returns to pouring the glass of wine.

  “And would you care to elaborate on those guidelines?” he states with his back turned to me.

  No.

  “This is the first time I have done anything like this,” I blurt out.

  He smiles and shakes his head, “We’re not doing anything tonight.”

  Oh. I feel deflated. Maybe I wasn’t clear enough about the one-night stand part?

  “We are just two people having a nice glass of wine… and we will see where that leads us,” he hands me a glass of red wine. “But it could lead us to some every exciting places.”

  Right. This man knows exactly what he is doing.

  “No personal questions about each other’s life,” I state firmly. “That’s guideline number one.”

  It is the only thing I could think about on the spot. I don’t even think that I want it as a guideline. Mr. White nods and waits for me to continue. He waits patiently for me to say something else. But I can’t think of anything else to say. Damn.

  “That’s all?” he raises an eyebrow.

  “And guideline number two is… we can no longer see each other outside this hotel room. If anything happens tonight, then you and I never talk again outside these walls.”

  He smiles and nods again. Shit. As soon as I say the guideline, I instantly regret it. What a stupid thing to say. Damn you, nerves.

  “I have one guideline for you,” he states in his seductive voice. “No clothes allowed after half-past nine.”

  I look to the clock on the wall. “That’s only ten minutes away?” I state nervously.

  “Then we’d better drink this wine then,” he smiles as he hands me the glass.

  Oh my…

  7

  The glass of expensive red wine shakes nervously in my hand.

  The only way I can think to stop the glass shaking is to put it to my mouth – but suddenly my glass is empty. I must be nervous because I have never been one to drink that quickly.

  I look to the striking man across the room and he has a smirk on his face.

  “What are you smiling at?” I ask.

  “You.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re beautiful.”

  I don’t know what to say. I can’t remember the last time a man called me beautiful. And this is not just any man – this is the most impressive man I have ever seen. He is beautiful in every way.

  His body flows from his long legs into his strong torso, and his broad shoulders sit restfully in control of the moment. His face is perfect – stunning eyes, smooth skin and a heart-melting smile.

  Just talking to him makes me nervous – how could I possibly sleep with him? Mr. White confidently places his half-drunk glass of wine next to him on the bench and nods for me to follow him to the bedroom. As I follow his broad shoulders into the room, my mouth drops open. This hotel bedroom is as large as my apartment.

  “Take your clothes off Amber,” Mr. White states as he sits in a large armchair next to the bed.

  “Pardon?”

  “Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked.”

  “Um… I’ve never just stripped for anybody before. I don’t think I have the body for stripping.”

  “You have the perfect body. I want to see it naked.”

  I feel my pussy tingle. The thought of this man wanting to see my naked body is already driving me into a place I haven’t been before.

  “I want to see your beautiful body naked,” he states slower this time.

  I can’t resist that dominant statement. I can’t argue with a man that strong. He controls me already. I place my bag onto a nearby dresser and walk in front of him. Wow. His eyes are glued to the way my body moves.

  I feel… wanted. Desired.

  “I can’t do it,” I try to think of an excuse. “There’s no music to strip to.”

  “I want you to dance to the music in your head.”

  I have to do what he says – it is like I can’t say no to him.

  Moving my hips gently side to side, I try not to show how nervous I am.

  “Dance a little more… sexy.”

  I move my hips seductively and run my hands down the sides of my dress, tracing my curves as they move. Unsure of whether this is what he wants I glance towards his trousers.

  Oh.

  I see a large bulge in his groin.

  This must be working.

  “Yes…” his eyes watch me closely, “Take all of your clothes off. And keep dancing.”

  “All of my clothes?”

  “Yes.”

  I run my hands all over my body and unbutton the top of my dress, still gently moving my hips side to side. As I undo the zip, the dress falls to the floor – exposing my sexy new underwear. His eyes shoot straight to my perky breasts and I feel so sexy. I feel wanted. Gently, I continue to move my hips. But am I ready for what is to happen next? Am I good enough for a man this beautiful? Am I sexy enough? I don’t know if I can go any further with this. Maybe I should go now.

  This endless self-doubt about my body is starting to ruin my moment…

  I stop dancing.

  I can’t do it any more. I am frozen in the moment. The sexiest man I have ever met is in front of me, waiting for me to undress. I’m not sure if I can go through with it. I am only half-naked and I already feel exposed. I can feel his eyes staring at my exposed skin. Is he judging me? Does he like what he sees?

  Mr. White waits for me to continue moving but I remain frozen. Smoothly, he stands from the armchair and circles around until he is close behind me. I can feel the whisper of his breath on my neck.

  “I need you to be naked,” Mr. White whispers to me. “That is not negotiable.”

  I can’t answer. I don’t know if I can be naked in front of him. Maybe if he turned off the lights?

  “I need this delicate, smooth, tasty body to be naked,” he continues. “Your clothes are covering all of your beauty. Take them all off.”

  Gentle kisses land on my neck and I feel shivers dance over my skin.

  “You are so beautiful,” he states, running his fingers down my side.

  I am still motionless. I am trapped by nerves.

  His large strong hands smooth over my skin, until he reaches my bra. I don’t notice him undoing it, but it falls to the ground quickly, leaving my breasts exposed to a man I hardly know. He groans in my ear, “Yes… these are beautiful.”

  His hips press against my back and I can feel the bulge in his trousers. It feels so big pressed against me. It is clear that he likes what he sees. With a sexual confidence that I have never had before, I spin around and take his hand, leading him back to his armchair. The smile on his face shows me that he likes what he sees. Slowly, I rock my hips side to side, running my hands over my naked breasts. Mr. White moans with pleasure as he watches my movements.

  “Yes…”

  The situation fills me with confidence that I have never had before.

  “You need to stand,” I demand of him.

  Mr. White stands and I move into his body, pressing my breasts against his hard, toned torso.

  He kisses my neck while I wrestle the shirt off his body.

  Oh…

  His body is perfect. Rock hard. Toned. Tanned.

  Yes…

  His chest swells out and his stomach is flat and toned. I always imagined that he would be toned under his shirt but this is amazing. I have never seen a body so perfect, and now I get to touch it.I run my hands over his solid chest, becoming lost in his magical body.

  His hands run over my curves and down to the last piece of clothing I have remaining on my body. His fingers slip inside my panties and grip onto the flesh of my behind. Lost in the moment, I become wet.

  Very wet. I want him. I need him. My panties fall to the fall and I am now naked.
Fully exposed to this man’s desires… And I love it.

  The moment takes over my control and my hands go straight for his belt, unbuckling it, and then ripping his pants to the floor. Once his pants are off, I run my hands up the inside of his expensive jocks, and push them all the way to the floor.

  As his jocks go down, so do I. Grabbing his cock with my left hand, it instantly swells in size. It is strong and hard. And bigger than any I have ever seen. When I take all of him in my mouth, he groans loudly.

  “Fuck… Yes!”

  I run my mouth over and over his member and it grows harder with each stroke. My right hand cups his balls and I bounce my head on his member. Yes.

  “Fuck yes!” he continues to groan as his fingers run through my hair.

  He clenches and moans as my hand runs up and down his strong shaft. I take him in my mouth over and over again. I want his cock. Looking up at him, I see the smile on his face. I take his hardness out of my mouth and come up to standing. As I stand, I run my breasts up his body, but I still hold his cock in my left hand.

  “Lie down,” I tell him in my most sexy voice.

  He obeys and lies down on the bed next to us. Climbing on-top of his muscular body, I place myself over his upright member. Placing my pussy lips at the top of his member, I let my juices run over the tip of his cock. This feels so right. As I hesitate, he almost explodes in anticipation.

  Then…

  Yes…

  I swallow his hard piece inside my pussy, and he groans in deep pleasure.

  “Fuck,” he groans again.

  He is deep inside me. Touching me in places I have never been touched before. I hold still for a moment and take it all in. All of it.

  Placing my hands on his beautiful body, I start to move my hips. I can feel every part of his perfectly shaped cock inside my pussy. Mr. White’s moans of lust motivate me to start bouncing. My thighs push me up and down, and his long member touches me so deep inside.

  I squeal as his member pounds me.

  Oh yes!