31 Ways to Catch a Billionaire (2 page)

“You ready?” Lucy from Women’s Apparel called out to her
noticing her march towards the glass main elevators.

“Ready as can be. Will you be going for the job, too?”

“Hell, yeah. You kidding me? Miss up a chance to meet Carlos
Kincade up close and personal? I heard he’d be interviewing the finalists one
on one.” Lucy’s eyes almost rolled back in her head as if she’d just be kissed
by a prince. Her dream-like daze shifted when the elevator opened and a few
suits walked out.

“Coming in?”

“Uh, no,” Elsie said, noticing Lucy’s smart apparel with a
low cleavage and her hair and make-up so perfect, you’d think she was doing a
shoot for Vogue cover.

“I’m just going fix up a bit in the ladies room,” Elsie
finished before walking off. “See you soon.”

Lucy shrugged her shoulders then closed the glass doors and
pushed the button for the HR floor where the candidates would be meeting.

She was going to meet Carlos Kincade. How could she possibly
look so….meh!

She was sure that her mouth must have the aroma of her
morning coffee. She’d run into the posh washroom on the first floor and said
good morning to the cleaner before going over to the plush set of mirrors in
the powder section. Talk about upscale. Kincade’s didn’t do anything ordinary.
It was upscale all the way. She’d felt as if she were more in a five-star hotel
than a washroom. The dim lit calming atmosphere and marble floors was just what
she needed. Thankfully it was empty after the cleaner left.

She went into one of the private booths and adjusted her bra
strap underneath her blouse. She straightened her skirt and fixed her G-string
underneath which she thought was the most uncomfortable thing to wear but…it
sure was better than wearing granny panties. She needed to feel the part. Sexy.
Desirable. Knowledgeable about the products that she would be selling. Elsie
fished into her Gucci imitation bag and pulled out a carefully wrapped Kincade
shopping bag. It had one of the products from the presale from the Home
Pleasures department.

A smooth silicone vibrating Dildo.

Good Lord! What had she come to? She was supposed to be a
well-respected psychologist helping corporations build stronger work
environments. Not a…sex expert!

The smooth Dildo was tanned in complexion and quite a good
size. Her mind immediately slid to Carlos Kincade. A tingling erupted between
her thighs. She was so ashamed to admit it to herself. She idolized him.
Fantasized about him day and night. His hard firm muscles from hours at the
gym. His well sculpted body. His sinfully sexy eyes. Ooh, those delicious grey
sparkling eyes and the longest lashes she’d ever seen on a man. God, he
was…beautiful. Breathtaking. Her heart pounded and her inner thighs also pulsed
at the thought of him inside her. Even if it were just a fantasy. Suddenly she
unwrapped the Dildo and before she could contain herself, she’d thought the
only thing she could do was calm her adrenaline by relaxing herself. She’d
never used a sex toy before to pleasure herself—which was not merely enough
times. But something came over her. She eased back on the plush seat in the
dress booth and spread her legs. She slid her fingers between her silk panties
at the side and drew in a deep breath imagining the silicone penis was Carlos.
How hard could this be? Using a toy to please oneself. She would soon find out.

She paused for a moment as if afraid of getting caught
somehow. Could she really do this? Boy, was this so out of character for her.
Well, she was supposed to be selling these products to other women.

She drew in a deep breath not sure of how it would feel as
she slowly slid the cool, smooth toy inside her warm pulsing folds, first at
the side of her swollen wet folds while she cooed his name.

“Ooh, Carlos! God, I love you. Carlos.”

Her other hand pulled down her bra strap and she stroked her
taut pink nipple which had reacted to her delicious thoughts of sexy, dark and
deadly handsome Carlos Kincade. The CEO of her company. A fantasy that would
never happen.

As she thrust the penis inside her back and thought her
thighs moved in motion, “Oh, Carlos,” she cried out until her body convulsed with
orgasm. Elsie collapsed in satisfaction.

This was insane! What had she just done? She’d never done
anything like that in her life before. What kind of affect had this man on her?
She hungered for this man’s attention. His touch. What was wrong with her? She
seriously needed to get a real boyfriend. Not just the fantasy of someone
unreachable. It was as if she was making up for lost time, not having a love
life all these days while caring for her ailing mother. She definitely needed
to get out more. She needed to get a life.

Her panties were soaked through and now she would have to
change.

Twenty minutes later, Elsie seated in a boardroom with other
prospective sales consultants on the seventeenth floor. Spread out on the table
was a series of delicious toys for the Home Pleasures department. Elsie flushed
at the sight of all the toys. There were double sided Dildos, strap-on Dildos,
Squirting Dildos, Suction cup Dildos, Sex around the house Erotic Board games,
all the way to nipple clamps, collars and leashes and sex slings. Holy Cow was
she going way in over her head.

I need this job. Its’ only a job
, she fought to
convince herself.
It’s an honest tax-deductible paying job. One that would
see me through college and clear my debts
.

Basically each person was to role play how they would
approach a client who asked for assistance. Then each would be required to fill
out a questionnaire.

“Right ladies, my name is Portia Da Cora but many of you
already know me from HR since you were hired to work in different departments
at Kincade’s,” Portia said as she held up her head. She looked like a long and
slender Coco Chanel or some other legend. She used to be a model back in her
days. She was still beautiful and didn’t even dye her silky white hair which
was neatly back in a French roll. Her make-up was impeccable. Perfect.

“Of course as you know you will be meeting with Carlos
Kincade sometime during the day if you make it to the next level.”

Many of the women around the table reacted, eyes wide open
with wonderment and excitement as if they were children and told they would be
meeting Santa Clause soon or perhaps school girls being told they’d be meeting
Justin Bieber soon.

The phone in the boardroom rang and disrupted Portia’s
speech. “Oh…I see…Certainly.”

When Portia came off the phone line she turned to Elsie,
thin lipped.

“Elsie you’re to report to the forty-third floor room 1600
right away.”

“Excuse me?” Elsie felt her heart tumble to the floor.

“Room 1600,” Portia looked away.

“Oh,…um…sure.” All eyes were on Elsie and she didn’t know
what to say. She certainly didn’t want to argue with the HR director.

“You’ll be seeing Marsha Downswell when you reach there.”

“Marsha Downswell?” Elsie repeated quietly as she gathered
her things to go.

“Yes, Mr. Kincade’s private secretary.”

Elsie felt her heart stop.

Elsie walked through the double glass doors after the
elevator dropped her to the 43
^rd
floor of the building. Her eyes
dotted around the luxury design. It had been her first time up on the top
floor. Was she in trouble? Why would Carlos Kincade want to even see her? Or
why would his secretary want to see her?

She was on fire. Every area of her body pulsed and pounded
with heated anxiety. She felt weak in her knees.

Oh, God! A thought struck her like lightning. She wasn’t
wearing her panties. She’d meant to replace her wet pair but didn’t have time,
so she threw it in her purse hoping she could buy a pair in the lingerie
department  on the fourth floor. Oh, boy was she ever a screw up now. She
approached the receptionist who was busy typing on her laptop. The woman with
long silky blond hair and icy blue eyes stared at her.

“You’re Ms Sherwood, I presume?”

“Um…yes.” Elsie voice was soft and low. Boy was she so out
of her league being up there. The placed was so executive and looked more like
a marble palace with high tech equipment and what looked like expensive art
work on the walls. Elsie caught herself slouching her shoulders and squared
them immediately.

The blond woman picked up the phone and said “She’s here.
You’re welcome.” She then held her head down and started typing on her keypad.
“You may take a seat, Ms Sherwood,” she said without looking up.

Talk about hospitality.

“Ah, there you are, Ms Sherwood,” a jolly round-faced woman
with white hair approached her with her hand stretched out.

“Hi,” Elsie said sheepishly. She desperately wanted to ask
her what the heck was going on and why was she called up here? She should be
back in the boardroom auditioning for full time work in the Home Pleasures
department. Not here.

“I will take you to see Mr. Kincade now. How was your
morning so far?”

“Oh, it was fine thank you,” Elsie lied politely.

“Good,” the woman said almost on autopilot before Elsie
finished talking as she marched forward without paying much mind to Elsie.

Elsie could only guess that Mr. Kincade works everybody
extremely hard up there. No time for fun or games. Or slacking off. Her heart
pounded harder in her chest. She desperately wanted to find the nearest exit.

When Marsha knocked on the door, a deep, silky voice
answered. “Enter.”

Elsie noticed there were cameras everywhere. She’d known how
to recognize them because a guy she’d once dated worked in a nanny cam store
where they’d built hidden cameras that were so discreet you’d never know they
were there.

“Thank you Miss…” Elsie had already forgotten the woman’s
last name.

Marsha’s face suddenly iced up and she went stone cold
before turning to Elsie. “That’s Mister,” she or he said before walking off.

Elsie took a deep breath. Her day was getting weirder by the
moment. That’s what one got for trying out for such an unusual job like the one
she’d applied for. Was it worth it?

When she opened the oak door wide enough her breath stopped
and her pussy throbbed uncontrollably. She was going to pass out any moment
now.

There he was.

Up close enough leaned back in his leather chair reading a
file. Heck, it could be her employee file. But she didn’t care then. Luke’s
dark thick hair was sleeked back. The scent of his aftershave wafted past her
nostrils. He looked more like a tanned Greek God. He turned momentarily to
acknowledge her and when his glistening grey eyes locked into hers for a brief
moment, a plethora of wild butterflies let loose inside her body. She needed a
seat like yesterday.

A quiver surged through her veins. Every time his gazed met
hers, her heart turned over in response. How could this  man have that
kind of effect on her? The prolonged anticipation of what their meeting would
be about  was almost unbearable.

Could he hear her heart fluttering in her chest?

“Please sit down, Ms Sherwood.” His voice was deep, silky
like smooth honey. She loved the way he murmured her name. God, she loved
everything about him. The way he filled out in his expensive grey suit and dark
tie to match. Her eyes glanced over his strong long fingers and his perfect
nose, his clean cut shadow which appeared highly manicured.

Elsie sat down on the plush leather seat in his spacious
office with the tall ceiling to floor windows she couldn’t help but drift her
eyes to the glistening marble floors and expensive art work on the wall. 
She’d never been in an office like this before. Heck, she’d never been in a CEO
of a large international corporation’s office before.

For a moment Carlos looked deep in thought as she flipped
through the files on the desk. He did not even look up to her as if she were
not really there. He then drew in a deep sigh and rubbed the stubble on his
groomed chin and swung his chair around to face Elsie. His dark grey,
penetrating eyes were captivating. She could not believe she was face to face
with Carlos Kincade. She started fidgeting with her fingers, rubbing them with
her other hand, a nervous habit that often betrayed her confidence.

“Are you nervous, Ms Sherwood?” Carlos asked as he shifted some
papers on his desk.

“Um. No, Mr. um…Kincade.”

“Then please don’t stroke your fingers like that. It drives
me crazy.”

“Sorry, sir.”

He paused not saying a word then the question came out to
her like an explosion.

“Is there a reason why you aren’t wearing panties right
now?”

Elsie entire body ran cold. She stiffened as if frozen by
her own guilt and shame.

“Excuse me?” she asked trying to stifle the quiver in her
voice. The nerve of him! How could he possibly know? Don’t tell me Mr. Super
stud had x-ray vision eyes, too!

“I don’t like having to repeat myself, Ms Sherwood.”

“Um…I don’t understand…”

This time he dropped the papers he was holding on the top of
his oak desk, looking more unreadable and he stared into her eyes. “You walked
in here with no panties on, Ms Sherwood. Is that not true?”

“Um…well…”

“I could smell the scent of your sex as you entered. And
that dress…you should have worn a slip underneath if you wanted to refrain from
exposing yourself.”

Elsie felt fire heat her cheeks. Her throat closed up. He
could see what she was wearing…or not wearing underneath her dress. Oh, God!
Talk about a bad first impression. Talk about a bad wrong impression. This was
so not like her. What was she thinking? She’d really screwed up now.

“Might I remind you of our dress code.”

“Pardon me, sir…but it doesn’t specifically say to wear
panties.” She was sorry when the words carelessly left her lips in defence of
her ego.