31 Ways to Catch a Billionaire (3 page)

“The dress code is to dress in a professional manner, Ms
Sherwood. And continue to call me sir.”

What was Carlos thinking? That she could be the one? No way.
She was way too out of his league. Gullible. Innocent. She’d never pull it off.
They’d never believe he’d chosen her to be his lawfully wedded wife. Yet she was
the best prospect, he’d read her history and knew about her bereavement leave
for her mother and how she’d asked for a company loan on a few occasions.
Looked like the kid deserved a break. He wasn’t always accepted into the
Kincade family as the illegitimate son of the heir. He knew what growing up
struggling was all about.  She was certainly more honorable than those
gold-digging super models and socialites he’d dated in the past. The ones who
would sell his story out to the highest bidder of the tabloids. A muscle
twitched in his jaw at the very thought of that. Again.

“We’ll come back to that later.” His voice was calm and cool
like a breezeless summer day. Yet his eyes were compelling. He seemed to enjoy
the innocent company of this young psychologist in training. Educated, smart
woman with values—except for the panty disappearance act.  “By the way,
next time you want to come off in a public place, please ensure no one else is
around.”

“You know…?” she stopped herself.

A grin of amusement touched the corner of his lips and his
eyelids dropped to Elsie’s cleavage momentarily.

“There were workmen nearby to fix the echoing around the
change rooms. Well, to put it short, they had assumed that I was in there with
you. Not a good thing. But when they saw you come out alone they’d figured it
was just …yourself.”

The look on Elsie’s face was that of morbidity. As if
someone had just told her that she was no longer alive and living in an
alternate universe. The color left her beautiful pouty lips and face..

“Are you going to be alright?” Carlos voice did not raise a
fraction it was cool and calm and steady as always. He got up from his seat and
walked over to Elsie putting his arm around her.

“It’s okay, mon Cherie. It won’t go any further. I’ve told
the men they are not to mention anything.”

She looked up to him meeting his gaze with pleading eyes
that soon turned to annoyance.

“Do you often have your staff followed or watched?”

“Only when they are in places they shouldn’t be. You didn’t
read the sign that it was under construction?”

“There were signs? Why not  bar it off?”

“You rushed in there so fast according to the security
cameras. The washrooms are fine, just not the changing area where you…were left
with your fantasies.”

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

“Not really. You almost had me on the front page of the
tabloid again. Could you imagine if they were underpaid disgruntled workers
looking for a way for a fast buck. The tabloids paint guilt first then you have
to prove your innocence later.”

“I see your point. I’m sorry…I don’t usually…do this…I was
just trying out the…new…”

Carlos saw the way her face turned thirty shades of red. He
did not want to hurt her. But he was aroused by her presence. His crutch was
reacting to her sweetness. Her sex. Just knowing she was not wearing panties
right now and the scent of her sex was killing him inside. He wanted to jump
her right there and then.

He would have a full blown erection very soon. He had to
resist his urge to spank her or to fuck her senseless. Maybe having her this
close to him was a mistake after all.

The truth was Carlos had been watching her for over a year
now since she started working in the café on the ground floor of the Kincade
building, admiring her from afar. Her sweet demeanor with the customers. Her
humility. Rushing off to classes after her shift finished. She never got
involved in gossip and greeted the cleaners. He’d been watching her closely.
But his position stopped him from doing anything about it. Until now.

“Are you involved?”

“What?”

He drew in a deep breath. He didn’t like to ask questions
twice.

“No. I’ve been busy with my studies.”

“Good. What made you decide you could work for our Home
Pleasures department?” He gazed directly into her eyes, again she fidgeted with
her fingers. She was a bundle of nerves.

Elsie’s heart was thundering uncontrollably in her chest.
She was toast and she knew it. There was no way she could work for Home
Pleasures and not for Carlos again. What did she have to lose? May as well walk
out with her dignity and stick with her café job pulling in more hours and
begging for a scholarship to finish her education. He was toying with her
wasn’t he? Well she’d give him the truth.

“Well, um…I needed a decent stable well-paying  job
with good benefits to pay off my debt and fund my dream of finishing my college
degree and eventually becoming an industrial psychologist. I thought the Home
Pleasures department was out of my league since some would call me a prude but
I thought—I could learn anything. What did I have to lose?”

Elsie could not believe the words oozed out of her trembling
lips. Her voice was remarkably steady considering how she’d felt inside. But
after that humiliating experience of being caught masturbating while calling
out her boss’s name, what else could possibly go wrong?

A grin of amusement touched the corner of Carlos sweet full
lips and he looked delicious. So adorable. She could reach out and devour him.
There was some magnetic chemical reaction in the air between them.  

He got up from his seat and shoved his hands in his suit,
looking like a hot GQ model, his eyes fixed on Elsie as he circled her like a
prey ready to eat. “Honesty.”

Elsie felt her throat close up. Was he assessing her or
disappointment in her? She’d soon find out.

“I love that in a woman,” he said in a low voice that sent
shivers up her spine. Butterflies let loose in her stomach.

Elsie’s mouth was glued shut after that long spiel. She was
terrified of saying anything else at that moment.

“Do you love sex?”

“Um…well…who doesn’t….I mean I think that question is
irrelevant and very daring of you, sir.”

“You want me to hire someone selling sex toys if they hate
sex. Don’t you think that would be like selling candy in a candy store when you
don’t like children. The vibes would surely be trickled to the customer, Ms
Sherwood. I can assure you.”

“It certainly says a lot about you selling women’s pleasure
toys,” she finally uttered.

“And why not? Fuck, they sell guns to hurt people in some
department stores, ,yet they want to censor objects that bring people pleasure.
How fucked up is that?”

Stunned by his rawness, she replied. “You have a point…sir.”
It didn’t take long for her to find out that her charming prince was a dominant
man.

She glanced to the side and caught his erection bulging
through his crotch of his expensive looking pants. Her pussy throbbed with need
and anticipation. She really wouldn’t mind him taking her right there and then.
She wanted Carlos Kincade inside her right now. God, what was wrong with her
all of a sudden?

He stood to the side and glanced at her, stroking her hair
slightly. “Who did that to you?” His voice was cold as ice and emotionless.

“Did what?” she breathed heavily.

“The scar on the side of your hairline.”

“Oh…um…I’d rather not say at this time…sir.”

“Very well. We don’t know each other on that level yet.
That’s fine.”

She sucked in a deep breath and kept her head forward. Her
nipples hardened under her blouse. Could he see that, too? Was she going to get
this job or not?

“What do you know about me, Ms Sherwood?”

That question got her.

“Well…sir…You’ve spent a lot of time changing the direction
of Kincade’s department store from when your grand…I mean your
great-grandfather opened up the flagship store in lower Manhattan rivaling
Macy’s. You work hard and spend time on perfecting how to please your customers
with the believe that happy customers are repeat customers. And…you’re the
hottest item out there in the whole corporation. Women would fall over each
other for a chance to be with you and you don’t even know it. You date
occasionally but you’re a typical workaholic. Married to your ambition and
power and making your mark in the world.”

Carlos eyebrow raised a fraction for the first time. A sign
of his being normal. “Is that how you feel about me?”

“I don’t think I’ll answer that question, sir.”

A grin played on his lips again. “Fine. Are you aware of a
non-disclosure agreement?” He said leaning into her, his intoxicating aroma
gripping her, driving her crazy. She had to have him or she’d go insane. He
nuzzled her neck with his soft lips and she felt her head spin into a
whirlwind.  She wanted him inside her. She must be dreaming? No way could
this be happening. Carlos Kincade stroking her, touching her neck with his
lips. God, why didn’t  he slide his fingers down her blouse and ease the
ache in her nipples. Why didn’t he pull up her dress and pleasure the wetness
between her legs and throbbing folds?

She turned around stunned for words. “A non-disclosure
agreement?”

“Yes, a confidentiality agreement or confidential disclosure
agreement, secrecy agreement whatever you call it, it’s a legal contract
between at least two parties that outlines confidential material, knowledge or
information with restricted access to those involved.”

Elsie gaped in shock.

“Well because I want you to sign one before I proceed
further with our…meeting.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It will soon. Do you agree to sign one? That what we do and
discuss from this second on shall be kept inside this office and between the
two of us and not another living breathing soul? Yes or no?”

Elsie drew in a deep breath and tried to calm the
butterflies in her stomach and the ache in between her thighs. Was he going to
fuck her? Make love to her? Show her some weird and exotic sex-capade that
she’d only fantasized about? Was he going to make her his love slave or some
submissive or something? Oh, my God! But if she didn’t sign then she would
never know.

He handed her the document. “I see you thought this through.”
She wanted to ask him how many other women have signed such a document.

“I always plan ahead. A man in my position can’t be too
careful.”

She quickly read over the contents of the four pages and
signed. “Did you read it all already?”

“Yes,” she panted. She wanted this Greek god inside her now.
She wanted to get inside his mind and his boxers at the same time. What did he
have in store for her?

He, too, signed then tossed the stapled pages on his oak
desk and grinned as his eyes penetrated hers. He reached over to her and slid
his finger down her back and watched as she shivered with an electrical touch.

“I’m going to tell you something, I haven’t told a single
soul,” he said as he nuzzled her arched neck. His hand slid inside her blouse
and fumbled her nipple causing a sensation to stir through her body.

“Oh, Carlos,” she said throaty.

“Are you ready for what you just agreed to?”

“Yes.”

END OF PART ONE