by Amy Brent
Table of Contents
Title Page
Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Epilogue
More Steamy Romance by Amy Brent
Always Mine
A Second Chance Billionaire Romance
69th Street Bad Boys Book 6
by
Amy Brent
Copyright © 2017
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This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research, all names, characters, places and specific instances are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred.
Description
She’s forbidden fruit, untouchable, off limits.
Amelia Wilson is my employee and …the woman I left behind in the hotel room six years ago.
Yes it was a one night stand – for me.
For her? May be not.
Her sassiness drives me mad.
And that a$$ she hides under those straight skirts doesn’t do any good either.
I want to make it up to her,
But this s*xy bombshell doesn’t seem interested.
And just as I think everything’s going to fall in place,
The super confident b*tch takes a business decision.
A decision involving my money,
Without consulting me.
I guess, it’s time to teach her a lesson!
Chapter 1
Lincoln
“Lincoln, just the man I wanted to see,” Drew said.
“I would hope so. Seeing it’s my office you walked into,” I said.
“I just wanted to remind you about the interview Monday.”
“What?” I asked.
“The interview for the new CEO. The hotel business. Any of this ringing a bell?” he asked.
“Sure. It does, of course,” I said.
“You gonna come?” he asked.
“Why didn’t you lead with that? No, I’m too busy with some clients I’m trying to nail. Also, remind me to get a new secretary. Some paperwork has gotten screwed up and I think she’s the one botching it.”
“Noted and noted. But, you really should come and have input on who you’re handing this hotel venture over to,” he said.
“I trust you. It’s why you’re doing the interview. You’ve always had my back and I have no reason to think you don’t now,” I said.
“Alright. Well, I’ll let you know how it goes then.”
“Sounds good. I’ll wait for your call,” I said.
“No, you won’t. You’ll forget again over the weekend until I call on Monday afternoon. But, that’s alright. I know you love me anyway.”
“You sound like someone’s wife,” I said, smirking.
“I’m surprised you know what that even sounds like, playboy,” he said.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” I said.
“Lincoln, why don’t you get out of this office and go do something? Go find a woman to enjoy or start a conversation with someone new. Go have a drink down at that lounge or whatever in that cultish complex you live in.”
“It’s not a cult. It merely caters to the busy lives of billionaires in all the most wonderful ways,” I said.
“Either way, get yourself out of this office for a while.”
Drew shut the light off on me, knowing full well I’d have to get up and cross the room in order to turn it back on. I filed away my paperwork for another day, locking it in my drawer before I grabbed my stuff. I wasn’t a workaholic by any means, I just preferred the physical company to the conversational company of women. They talked too much and wanted too much from you—especially your money, once they found out you had some.
They’d spread their legs for a decent meal and a nice fuck, then you could get away with not calling them back because of that same money and intimidation they’d been seduced by before.
I walked back to the complex and saw George standing at the door. Mr. Worthington was the elderly doorman that greeted us by name every time we came and went. He’d been working there longer than I’d probably been alive, and you could always identify him by the jet black hair that poked out from the bottom of his red bellhop hat.
And his laughter. If you caught his laughter, you knew it was him instantly.
“Afternoon, Mr. Collins. Didn’t expect to see you this early,” he said.
“Is it early? I would’ve thought it was about the time most people get off work,” I said.
“Most people, but most certainly not yourself,” he said. “You keep working those kinds of schedules, though, you’re gonna find yourself in a hospital, and worse yet, with no one to call.”
“I’ll keep the sentiment in mind, George, thank you,” I said.
“Now, if you’re looking for some entertainment, there’s a beautiful young lady who strode in a little while ago. Sitting at the bar over there with deep red hair and eyes as blue as the sea.”
“Taken a liking to her, I see,” I said, winking.
“Figured you might as well. Haven’t ever seen her around, so who knows what kind of mischief she might be looking for.”
“Got it, George, thanks.”
I walked through the building and took a hard right. There was a lounge and restaurant on the main floor of The Avalon that was open to very few people that walked off the streets. George was very good at weeding people out who looked to be here to try and snag a billionaire, so when he had a recommendation for us, we always gave them a look.
At least I did.
She sat with her back to the entrance. Her hair was a deep red and it fluttered down her back, past shoulders that were squared off before it dipped into a body that was round and soft in all the right places. Not quite my type, but I was never one to complain about the variety my diet had to offer.
So, I decided to approach and take up the seat next to her.
“Having a wonderful evening?” I asked.
She turned to me with her sea blue eyes and smiled brightly in my direction. She turned her entire body to me as her bosom came into view, and I could feel my mouth already beginning to salivate. She was absolutely delectable, and the palate this woman offered was one I was more than willing to try.
“Not necessarily, until now that is,” she said.
“That’s such a shame, especially for a beautiful woman like you,” I said.
“Well, momma never said life would be fair. Only that it would exist until you decided to make somethin’ of it.”
There was a hint of a southern accent in her voice that pulled at my cock. With her Ariel locks and her beautiful blue eyes, I knew I would feast upon her body before the night was out.
“I’m sure I could get behind ‘momma’s way of life. Care to join me for a drink upstairs?” I asked.
; “I suppose that depends. Are you plannin’ on bein’ a gentleman?” she asked.
“Not in the slightest,” I said, grinning.
She slipped her hand into mine and I led her to the elevator. Up we went to the 59th floor, where my home resided boasted of one of the most beautiful views of the city. When the sun set beyond the outline of the sky it flooded my living room with its thirsty colors.
The rich green dress she had on would look amazing on my mahogany hardwood floors.
The private elevator opened up directly into my living room, and I put my hand on the small of her back to escort her in. She wasted no time in turning around and grabbing my coat collar, then all of a sudden she pulled me down onto her lips.
By the time we were done peeling our bodies from our clothes, we stood naked for one another. I had her luscious tits pressed against my windows as her eyes overlooked the city, and my condom-covered cock ran up her slit before I pushed into her soaking wet pussy.
I reached around and grabbed handfuls of her wonderful bosom as I thrust into her from behind. Her luscious ass bounced on my pelvis as my balls smacked against her clit, and the sloshing sounds that could be heard ricocheted off the walls of my suite.
I slid my dick from her and turned her around before I picked her up in my arms. Her eyes widened, obviously not used to a man who could hoist her into the air, and I pinned her back against the glass. Her nipples puckered at the coolness of the surface just as I slid my dick back into her, and I pressed my chest into her beautiful tits before I captured her lips in a kiss.
“Oh yes, baby. Oh. Fuck that pussy. Oh, gosh. Yes, baby. Yes. Yes. Just like that.”
My rolling became thrusting, and my thrusting became pounding. With every snap against her hips I made her body slide up the glass. She bent to my every will while her pussy juices dripped down my balls, and I could feel her pussy fluttering around my cock. She was close, I could feel it. Her eyes were screwed shut as my eyes hooked onto her face, watching as the pleasure only I was giving her quickly washed over her body.
I captured her lips with mine as I buried myself into her, swallowing her groans while my cock twitched against her walls. I spilled myself into the condom as her body pulled me closer and closer, her legs hooking around me and hanging on for dear life.
She came so beautifully for me. Her face turned red and her jaw unhinged. Her head sunk back into the windows and her tits flushed with release. I pinned her to the glass, panting into her neck while her arms wrapped around mine.
Then, I peeled her from the surface and carried her over to the couch.
I sat there with her on my lap as my eyes drifted closed. I could feel my body slowly fading to sleep with this beautiful cushion of a woman I was holding on to. I knew she’d get up and leave. Women like her always did. Beautiful women looking for a good time so they could go back and tell their friends they slept with a rich man over the weekend.
What I didn’t expect—and yet, what I should have—is that she grabbed a pair of white gold candlesticks from a shelf near the door.
I watched her through the window while she put her dress on, and she looked at me to see if I was asleep. I was slouched on the couch with the condom sliding off my dick, and I guess she made the educated guess that I was.
In the end, I suppose she wasn’t very educated at all.
I knew Drew meant well, and that he wanted me to find that one woman that would sweep me off my feet, like his wife did with him.
What he didn’t understand was that his wife was a rarity.
A gem.
A plot point outside the bell curve.
And this redhead, with her nameless presence, breathless panting, and sticky fingers, was the pool I had to choose from.
Chapter 2
Amelia
I put on my pencil skirt before I plucked the matching suit jacket from the closet. Today was the day I would nail the job I’d been working towards for years. I was interviewing to be the CEO of a massive hotel chain development project, and I knew I was perfect for the job. If I could snag this job, then everything I had fought through and worked for my entire life would be worth it.
I slipped into my lucky black peep-toe heels, fluffed my hair in the mirror one last time, and blew myself a kiss.
This was the job that had been waiting for me, and I wasn’t going to do anything to blow it.
I got into a cab and gave the driver the address, but I saw the building looming far before we arrived. When he dropped me off at the entrance, I was suddenly glad I had allowed time to get there 15 minutes early. The expansiveness of the building was astounding. It had to be at least 40 floors, and it had black-tinted windows that ricocheted up all four sides. It easily took up half of the block it sat on, and it was unlike anything I had ever seen in my entire life.
I knew whole hospitals that could fit into the vicinity this building utilized.
I felt that telltale tremor in my hand begin and I clasped it tightly before I began to ascend the steps. This was no time to get nervous now, the hard part had already happened. I had impressed someone enough for them to call me in for the interview.
Now, it was just a matter of showing them exactly what I was capable of.
I went up to the 29th floor as instructed and walked up to a secretarial desk. She smiled with her pearly whites and asked me what I was there for, but the moment I mentioned my name she got all excited.
“Oh my gosh. Go ahead and take a seat. I’ll let them know you’re here,” she said.
I sat down in the lobby and couldn’t help but jiggle my leg. Even the rooms in the building were expansive, with high-vaulted ceilings, massive double doors into every room, and sprawling furniture that threatened to swallow you whole.
Or worse, attempted to put you to sleep.
Before my nerves worked up the back of my spine, a man appeared in the doorway. He stood there with a tall back, and his shoulders stood sturdy on his looming frame, even though his face spoke of a kindness behind his demeanor.
“Miss Wilson?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. That’d be me,” I said.
“I’m Drew Lyons and I’ll be conducting your interview,” he said.
“Wonderful to meet you, Mr. Lyons. It was you who I spoke on the phone with, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, it was. How are you doing this morning?” he asked.
“Feeling confident,” I said.
“No nerves?” he asked.
“Oh, there are always nerves. The key is to push through the nerves and do what you know, despite them,” I said.
“I like that,” he said, smiling.
We pushed through another set of double doors that dumped into a stately office, and he ushered me over to sit on a couch. I sat in the corner before I crossed my legs, and he sat beside me with that goofy smile still on his face.
“What makes you think you can do this job?” he asked.
“Setting aside my education and my work history, the fact of the matter is that this is what I enjoy,” I said.
“Building hotels is what you enjoy?” he said.
“No, selling a better life is what I enjoy. Building them is for the contractors. I convince people the hotel is what they need to make their life easier and their experience in the city more valuable.”
“So, you’ve worked in hotels before,” he said.
“Are all of these pseudo-questions simply a vague assumption of my life, Mr. Lyons?” I asked.
“I’ll stick to asking the questions, Miss Wilson,” he said, grinning.
“If you would ask them, I’d be happy to answer them.”
“Have you worked in hotels before?” he asked.
“Did you read my resume?” I asked.
“You’re a shark, aren’t you?” he asked.
“I just don’t enjoy having my time wasted. Here is why I applied for the position. While I was going to school I worked as a housekeeper in a hotel near campus. I was privy to many things about my college
compatriots I’d rather not indulge, but I found many things that needed revamping. Things that were done that didn’t make sense, and things that could’ve just been better.”
“Like what?” he asked
“Hire me and see,” I said, smirking.
“If you could change any one thing about hotels across the world, what would it be?” he asked.
“The way the managers are trained. They are trained to follow rules, not give customer service. There’s a difference,” I said.
“If you could add something new to every hotel across the world, what would it be?” he asked.
“Better fucking towels, Mr. Lyons,” I said.
He chuckled at my statement and I felt myself relax. He turned his gaze towards the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of his office and I could tell his gears were turning. I wasn’t going to walk into this interview and be anyone less than myself, but the longer he sat there debating, the longer I started wondering if I had come off too strong.
“I like you, Miss Wilson,” he said. “I like you a great deal. I do need to inform you that although Lincoln Collins owns the developing hotel chain, you won’t be seeing much of him. You’ll be working directly with me on all the projects, and anything he needs to know will be relayed through me.”
