Bound by the Texas Billionaire (BBW Erotica) (Billionaire BDSM) (Billionaire Domination) (3 page)

She would pay, he vowed. She would pay dearly.

*****

Two hours to the minute, Mac
y was sitting in a plush leather seat waiting for Logan’s private jet to take off. In the luggage hold was her small, battered suitcase filled haphazardly with a change of clothing she’d snatched from her closet. Another of her ill-fitting suits and boring cotton underwear. Beside her in the soft sided leather briefcase were the documents Logan’s attorney had delivered. She’d almost been embarrassed to face the man, knowing he was the one who’d drawn up
their
contract. Then she remembered she’d torn it up and returned it. She had nothing to be ashamed of. She’d had sex with Logan Quinn because she wanted the man, not the money he wanted to pay her.

And she still wanted him.

Don’t go there, she warned herself. It was over. The clock had counted down to zero. She was out of time.

She tugged at t
he fitted waistband of her pants, wishing she’d taken the time to change into a more comfortable outfit. The dark navy fabric had no give. It was going to be a very uncomfortable twelve hours. She remembered the feel of the silk and satin lingerie set Logan had bought her. Maybe it would make her feel better if she started wearing nicer things. She could afford one or two new outfits. But she wouldn’t be shopping at
Pampered Elegance
any time soon.

It felt like days since she’d shared
Logan’s bed, came apart in his arms, not the handful of hours that had actually passed. What would she do if he wanted another weekend with her? Or sex while they were in Japan? She sighed, her imagination running away with her. There was no ulterior motive for him requesting she courier the documents. They used employees as couriers for many overseas dealings. It wasn’t difficult or even terribly exciting either.

She’d spend twelve long hours on a plane, deliver the documents then
be shuttled back to a hotel near the airport for an aborted night’s sleep. She’d be on her way home without seeing anything of real interest. It could almost be considered a punishment of some sort. Have the intoxicating excitement of a trip to a foreign country given to you and then taken away. No doubt that had been Logan’s intention when he’d insisted she bring the documents. A punishment. Or another example of his control. Not a desire to continue where they’d left off.

If she didn’t get to see any of the sights or shop at a store or two
, Allison would be terribly disappointed. She was hoping Macy could bring her back some decorations for the apartment she’d rent when she went away to medical school. Macy had spent a good portion of the two hours she’d had to get ready to travel on the phone with her family. The first thing her father had asked was if she needed money. She’d assured him that Quinn Enterprises was picking up the tab. Her mother had warned her to pay attention to the safety lecture, and her grandmother had encouraged her to find a lover to bring back home. Of course, the older woman said that even if Macy was just going to the grocery store for more milk. She wondered what the feisty old lady would think of Logan as her lover.

Macy had never flown
on a plane before even though she had family in Italy. Hers was a typical middle class American family. Sometimes they struggled; most of the time they got by just fine. But there would never be enough money for airfare to Europe. As the plane became airborne, she took stock of her surroundings. The interior of the plane was ultramodern and reminded her of Logan’s office. No frills, no fuss. All business.

She squirmed in the soft seat.
Damn the man. Why couldn’t he see what was right under his nose? Her.

Once they were airborne
and she was able to remove her seatbelt, a slender man about her age came down the aisle. “Hello Miss Trent. Mr. Quinn has instructed me to serve you breakfast whenever you’re ready. He ordered steak, eggs, whole wheat toast with butter and jam and a bowl of fresh fruit and orange juice.”

Of course he did
, Macy thought darkly. Far be it from her to want to pick her own breakfast items.

The
attendant continued to smile as he waited for her answer. If it wouldn’t make things more difficult for the innocent man, Macy would kick up a fuss in hopes of it being reported to Logan. Like he would care how her flight had been. She, did, however decide to take advantage of the situation. “That sounds wonderful. And could I have a little champagne in my orange juice?”

If you were going to travel first class,
Macy thought, leaning against the soft leather seat, you might as well travel first class.

*****

Logan tried not to let his agitation show as he listened to the conversation between Ted and the Osakas’ representative. He could easily follow the conversation even though both men spoke in rapid Japanese. One of the few benefits Logan had reaped from his father’s military career was his fluency in three foreign languages–Japanese, German and French. He had a spattering of others, including Italian. Did Macy know any Italian? While her great-grandmother had been born in Italy, the rest of her family, he knew, had been born on American soil.

He couldn’t claim such a family oriented heritage. He’d never seen a grandparent, or any other family member for that matter.
He’d been an army brat, shuttled from base to base with a cold, unfeeling father who didn’t care one way or the other whether his son fit in at the new school or made any friends. He’d been thrown into sometimes overwhelming environments with no parental guidance. Or support. Or love.

He barely remembered his mother. She had divorced his father
and left when he was five and died when he was seven. He’d only discovered that several years ago. The one and only time he’d asked about her, his father had said she was an emotional woman who was weak. His young mind had taken his father’s words and inferred that being emotional made you weak and somehow unlovable. Unacceptable. So he’d learned the languages and customs of each new country and pushed his fear and emotions aside. He’d taken control.

“Mr.
Quinn?”

“What?” He pulled himself away from his bitter memories.

“Mr. Osaka has requested that we adjourn for lunch and resume our talks later this evening.” Ted’s expression didn’t falter as he repeated himself even though it was unusual for Logan’s attention to lapse during a negotiation.

“That’s fine with me.” He rose to his feet and b
owed as the older Osaka left. The son lingered.

“Shall I make arrangements for your entertainment tonight?”
Both knew what entertainment he referred to. Logan had enjoyed the high-end bondage clubs during his trips to Japan in the past. This was not the first time he and the Osakas’ had conducted business. Yet another reason why he could have delayed coming to Japan. Why he could have stayed and finished the weekend with Macy.

He looked at his
watch. She should be arriving at the hotel any time. “Thank you T’jang. I do have one or two special requests for tonight.”

*****

Macy braced herself when the knock sounded on her hotel room door. She knew it was Logan. She opened the door slowly and was greeted by a giant black scowl.

“Don’t ever open the door with
out checking to see who it is,” he ordered.

“You’re right, I should have checked.
Let me try that again.” Macy tried to push the door closed. 

He ignored her
sarcastic comment and simply pushed his way inside. She was forced to either move out of the way or feel the brush of his hard body. His dark hair caught the light from the hallway. She had never noticed before how many different shades of black he had in his hair. He was a picture of masculine elegance. His Armani suit was spotless, wrinkle free, and looked as if he’d just put it on.

H
er polyester clothing had not fared well on the twelve hour trip. Her skirt suit and extra white blouse had been wrinkled and creased almost beyond recognition. She’d hung them in the bathroom hoping the steam from the shower would make them look at least presentable before she had to wear them on the trip home.

“Did you bring the documents
?”

Sh
e was dead on her feet; her plane had only landed about an hour ago. Just enough time to make it to the hotel and grab a hot shower. Ted had called her room and informed her Logan would be by shortly to get the documents. She’d offered to let him have them, but he’d refused. Macy pulled the luscious terrycloth robe closer to her body. She was naked underneath and even though the man before her had seen and touched and, oh God, tasted, almost every inch of her body, she felt vulnerable standing in a hotel room with him now.

“You look tired.” His brow
s were drawn together in a frown as he stared down at her. She didn’t let her heart melt as it wanted at his small show of concern. They were employee and employer now. Nothing more.

“You’d look this way too if you
r boss had ordered you to hop a plane and fly halfway around the world on a moment’s notice,” she said bitchily.

“Didn’t you sleep on the plane?”

“No.” She hadn’t slept for a full night since Saturday. The last day she was in his arms.

He glanced at the
watch on his wrist, the gesture one that made Macy’s heart race. The movement pulled the cuff of his white shirt up, revealing a tanned masculine forearm covered with dark hair. The sight of a band of silver encircling a man’s wrist beneath a dress shirt and suit coat was one of the sexist things Macy had ever seen. It reminded her of an older man, a take charge kind of man. A man in control.

She sighed.

“You should have time to catch a quick nap before dinner. I have a table booked at the restaurant downstairs. The Osakas will be joining us.”

“Dinner?
I’m not going to dinner with you and your clients.”

Logan’s lips thinned.
“Are we really going to have this juvenile conversation, Miss Trent? You will come to dinner.”

Macy felt her temper rise. What kind of game was he playing? Show of
f the obedient American secretary? Sure, she’d sat in on meetings before. But they were usually conducted in his office or in the client’s office. He’d never flown her around the world to take shorthand notes. “Well, put a damn recorder in your pocket. I’m going to bed and I’m not getting up until my plane leaves in the morning.”

With a move so sudden it disconcerted her, his hard mouth fastened roughly on her
s. He didn’t give her time to respond. His mouth twisted, parting her lips. It forced her to immediately accept him or reject him. She accepted him.

Logan
told himself all he wanted to do was punish her for the torment he’d suffered wondering where she was yesterday morning. But the minute his lips touched hers, all thought of punishment slipped from his head. Well, not all punishment. He was going to turn her over his knee and make her pay for the hell she’d put him through. It seemed he’d been waiting a lifetime to taste her again. To lose himself in her sweetness and heat.

Her heat. He wanted to bury his cock to the hilt in her hot little pussy. Take her in
a single swift thrust. Growling low in his throat, he gathered her close and nearly lost it right then and there when her bare thigh came in contact with his dick. He acknowledged he’d been primed and ready to blow since she’d left his apartment. No matter how many times he’d jerked off in his empty hotel room, just the thought of her scent or taste had made him hard again.

What the fuck had the woman done to him?

He drew back, shaking his head to clear away the fog.

Lost
in the ache of desire, it took Macy a moment to realize Logan was breaking the kiss, moving away. She was achy, yearning. This was what she’d missed for the last two days. Hell, for the last twenty-seven years.

They stood for a moment staring at each other. Macy wondered what would happen if she dropped her robe and walked to the bed. Would he follow her? She was only
slightly shocked at the thought of employing such brazen behavior. That she felt no hesitation of revealing her body to this man. Perhaps he had succeeded in his goal for the weekend. To make her see herself as a beautiful woman. All she knew for certain was that before Logan, she would have never been confident enough to even think such a thing, much less seriously consider acting upon it.

“I’m sure the restaurant you have in mind has a dress code. I don’t have anything to wear, Mr. Quinn.”

Even after the hell-yeah-fuck-me-now kiss, his expression was completely unreadable. “You will.”

“Don’t tell me,
” she held up one hand, “let me guess. There just happens to be a Japanese equivalent of Madame Treymane that you’re taking me to?” No way in hell she thought. She was not going through that experience ever again.

“No
.”

Macy let out a long breath.

“I’ll be sending her to you.” He turned to open the door.

Shit
.

“Wait.” Macy put out her hand to stop his exit. “I wasn’t serious.”

In a gesture so out of character for her enigmatic boss, he took her hand and pressed the palm to his lips. “But I am, Miss Trent.”