Damien: Billionaire Bad Boy Romance (11 page)

The waiter swooped down in front of me, placing a small salad to the side and a tasteful rack of lamb chops on the table. My mouth watered at the delicious smell of the roasted meat. I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. I couldn’t ever remember the last time I’d eaten anything this good, if ever before in my life. Most dinners consisted of sandwiches with Pepper on the couch, sometimes takeout cheeseburgers if I was feeling really lazy. In college, sometimes I’d gone out for pizza or cheap Italian food with my study groups, but none of that had ever come close to this.

“Are you okay?” Damien’s voice shook me out of my reverie. “You’re staring down at your food.”

I nodded quickly as I grabbed my wine glass and tilted the last of the red liquid into my mouth. “I don’t think I’ve ever had lamb before,” I said shyly. “It smells amazing.”

“They do a good job here,” Damien said. He winked at me and I blushed all over. As he refilled my wine glass, I went to yank it away.

“Oh, no,” I said with a giggle. “I think I’ve had too much already.”

“I insist,” Damien replied. He gently pried my fingers apart and took the glass from my hand. “This wine is excellent with the lamb. You should try.”

I swallowed uncomfortably. “What happens if I get drunk?”

Damien raised his eyebrows. “Then you get drunk,” he said simply.

I giggled. “What if you have to carry me home?”

Damien chuckled darkly. “Don’t worry,” he said in a silken voice, reaching for his knife and cutting a delicate bite of lamb away from the bone. “I’ll make sure no harm comes to you.”

I shivered. There was something about eating with him, alone, that was almost more sensual than our sex had been. The lamb was delicious, unlike any other meat I’d ever tried, and Damien was right, it matched perfectly with the wine. The combination of spicy, heady, and rich flavors on my tongue filled me with a kind of ecstasy that I’d never felt before. The wine was swimming in my brain and making me feel sexy, fluid, relaxed. For once in my life, I actually felt comfortable in my own skin.

And sitting across the table from Damien was its own kind of amazing reward. Every time he looked at me, every time his perfect grey eyes flicked over my body, I felt a rush of warmth and lust. I wondered if we’d sleep together again. Did he still desire me?

I was always horrible at trying to figure things like that out, but somehow I knew that the answer was yes.

When we were finished eating, I watched as Damien declined the dessert menu. “I have something in my apartment,” he said with a smirk, handing his credit card to the waiter. I hadn’t even glanced at the menu but I knew the meal couldn’t have been cheap—it was some of the most luscious food I’d ever tasted in my entire life.

I swallowed as I stood up. The room seemed to shake, or spin, just a little bit. I steadied myself with a hand at the back of my chair. The waiter had returned my parka and my bag and he held out the coat for me to slip into. Even though I didn’t want to put it on while we were still inside, I felt like I couldn’t refuse.

As soon as the jacket was on my shoulders, I felt uncomfortably warm.

“Shall we go to my apartment?” Damien raised his eyebrows at me. “I think that would be for the best.”

I frowned. “I can’t leave Pepper,” I said. “I mean, I’ll have to call the dog sitter or put her in a facility or something.”

Damien grimaced. “I don’t love dogs,” he replied. “Is she well-behaved?”

I swallowed again and nodded. “Of course,” I said quickly. “She’s perfectly well-behaved.” That wasn’t exactly true—Pepper had a few accidents over the course of the last year. But I didn’t want Damien to forbid her from entering his place. I vowed that I’d keep an eye on her.

“We’ll take a cab to your place, of course,” Damien said smoothly. He stepped forward to the road and raised his arm. I shivered at the sight of his face in the moonlight—he looked cold and determined, but also sexier than I’d ever seen him. The alcohol kept rising inside of me, almost like something wanting to get out of my belly. I shuddered with lust as Damien turned around and locked eyes with me. When he glanced at me like that, I felt like we were the only people left in the world.

An hour later, Pepper and I were sitting in Damien’s living room. He lived in a beautiful high-rise building downtown with an infinity pool on his balcony and a ton of space. It looked big enough to have three or four bedrooms, and I was relieved to see that the floor was a dark wood.

“Good girl,” I whispered to Pepper, scratching her between the ears. “You settle in and don’t cause any trouble, okay?”

Now that we were alone, I felt nervous again. Some of the effects of the wine had worn off and I was beginning to feel both tired and anxious at the same time.

Damien reappeared with two glasses of red wine. “Here,” Damien said. He thrust one glass at me. “This will help.”

“Help?” I frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Damien chuckled as he lowered himself down next to me on the couch. His condo was beautiful, and just like I’d imagined, it was all glass, leather, and chrome. The furniture was black leather. In the kitchen, I’d briefly glimpsed stainless steel and chrome appliances with a silver-tiled floor. It looked chic and modern, but almost like a model home. Aside from his pair of leather loafers at the door, there was hardly a sign that anyone lived here.

“Audrey, you should look into moving someplace nicer,” Damien said. He leaned back on the couch and took a long sip of wine. “That neighborhood is dangerous.” He raised his eyebrows. “And think about getting a new wardrobe, too.”

I glanced down at the jumper and turtleneck I was wearing. “This is fine,” I said with a shrug. “I mean, they’re just clothes.”

Damien inched closer and I felt a wave of lust wash over my body. “Audrey, that may be the truth, but in my industry, at LennoxCo, people judge you based on your appearance. For me, I know that I have to look professional all the time. And technically that would extend to you as well. You’re my secretary. People are going to think of me based on what you look like.”

I blushed hotly. I’d never thought about that before, but I didn’t think he was wrong exactly. Still, it was embarrassing to know that the man I was becoming obsessed with found my clothes ugly. I knew that I wasn’t exactly fashionable by any stretch of the imagination. But usually, I didn’t think I looked that bad.

“Audrey.” Damien spoke my name as a command. “Come with me.” He stood up from the couch and walked down the hallway, into a room opposite from the kitchen. I swallowed hard and trotted after him, the heels of my shoes clicking on his unfamiliar floor.

“What is this room?” I stepped inside and glanced around. What I saw shocked me. There was an open wardrobe bigger than my closet at home filled with women’s clothing. There was everything I could think of: dresses, blouses, jeans, skirts, even shoes and handbags at the bottom. All of it looked brand new. There were even price tags dangling from some of the garments that Damien had pulled into his arms.

“Strip,” Damien said softly. He stepped closer and put a hand on the back of my neck. Nervously, I took a sip of my wine before setting the glass down on a small table.

“What is all of this?” I stepped closer, gazing at the clothes in wonder. I’d never seen anything like this before. I had never shopped in a department store; I bought most of my stuff secondhand or at discount shops. But this was a level of luxury that I’d never even imagined. “Is this for me?”

“It is my most fervent hope that you’ll wear some of it,” Damien said. He didn’t smile as his fingers gripped my shoulder. “I believe I told you to strip.”

I shivered at the feel of Damien’s fingernails on the back of my neck. “Yes, sir,” I replied automatically. Suddenly, the air between us was tense and full of lust. I wondered what he would do when I was naked. Would he touch me? Try to seduce me again?

I licked my lips and unfastened the big buttons on each shoulder holding my jumper in place. Then I pulled the jumper over my head and tossed it in the floor until I was standing in front of Damien clad in my turtleneck sweater and baggy leggings. The air in the room was chilly and I crossed my arms over my chest and hugged myself as Damien reached forward and yanked my leggings down. Goose bumps sprang up over my flesh and I stepped out of the material.

“That, too,” Damien said. He plucked at the cotton of my turtleneck. “Take it off, Audrey.” His voice was low and deathly calm. I closed my eyes, pulling the shirt over my head and feeling it tug my ponytail upwards.

When I was standing in only a bra and panties, Damien walked around me in a circle. “Strip,” he repeated, reaching out and gently spanking my ass. My cheeks turned crimson as a bolt of desire and pleasure went through me. It scared me how much I’d liked it when he spanked me just now. I wondered if he was going to do that again later.
I want him to!
I thought desperately.
I really do!

Licking my lips nervously, I reached behind myself and unfastened my bra. It was an older one—the white material was yellow with age–and I let it drop to the floor. As I closed my eyes, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugged them down my legs before kicking them to the side.

When I opened my eyes, Damien was staring at my chest. I glanced down to see my hard nipples protruding and I felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over my body.

“Very nice,” Damien purred. “Now stay there.”

I swallowed and watched helplessly as he stalked across the room. Damien opened a set of drawers adjacent to the wardrobe and pulled out something dark green and silky. When he walked back over to me, he handed me a silk thong of a brilliant turquoise and a matching bra.

“Put these on,” Damien instructed. I bobbed my head and fumbled with the clasp on the bra. Even though it was silk, it wasn’t all that comfortable—it pushed my breasts high in the air and pinched at my rib cage. I’d never worn a thong before either, and I was surprised at the feeling of the material on my labia. It cradled my pussy in a sensual way that made me think of Damien’s touch. As I took a step forward, the silk twisted between the cheeks of my ass and sent a tingling sensation straight to my clit. My cheeks broke out in a blush as I let out a little gasp.

“I was mostly right about your size,” Damien said in a lazy, low voice. He walked around me once more, inspecting me. “Those will do nicely. Come with me, Audrey.”

I glanced at the open doors of the wardrobe. “What about the other clothes?” I crossed my arms over my chest, conscious of my breasts sticking up in the air. “Shouldn’t I get dressed?”

Damien raised his eyebrows. “Why, Audrey?” he purred. “There’s no one here save for me and Pepper. Surely she’s seen you naked before.”

I blushed and looked away. “Yes,” I mumbled in reply. “She has.”

Damien smirked at me and I felt another strong thrust of desire towards him. I licked my lips and stepped forward. Each step wearing the silk thong was torturous, almost like Damien himself was rubbing between my legs.

“Trouble?” Damien raised his eyebrow.

“No,” I managed to say clearly. “I’m fine.”

“Good.” Damien winked at me. “Let’s go have some dessert.”

Ten minutes later, we were standing in Damien’s kitchen. Pepper lay on the floor, contentedly snoozing after Damien had given her a ham bone.

“Come here, Audrey.”

I stepped closer. Damien opened one half of the giant refrigerator/freezer and took out a carton of gelato. He turned to me. “Do you like caramel?”

I nodded. I wasn’t hungry, but the air was so full of tension that it almost hurt. Damien plucked a silver spoon out of a drawer and took the top off the carton of the ice cream.

“Come closer,” Damien said. His face was the perfect mask of a sex god. Trembling, I stepped nearer to him, feeling the chill from the empty room on my limbs. It felt delicious, like I was experiencing a whole new world of sensuality.

I watched as Damien dipped the spoon into the gelato and lifted it to my mouth. When I reached out to take it from him, he shook his head. “No,” Damien said simply. “You will eat when I offer food to you.”

Blushing, I obediently opened my mouth. Damien let the spoon rest on my tongue. The creamy taste of caramel melted on my tongue and dripped down my tongue, rich and smooth as butter. I moaned softly as I swallowed. It was the most exquisite thing I’d ever tasted, aside from Damien.

“Do you like that?”

I swallowed and licked my lips. “Yes, sir.”

Damien nodded. He reached behind my head and gently tugged the elastic out of my hair. When I felt it drape over my shoulders, I shivered. Damien’s hand gripped my shoulder. He began to gently massage me with his fingers until I was putty in his hands, melting and sliding all over the place.

Damien grinned. I felt a fluttery sensation in my lower belly as he squeezed my neck. “You’re so sexy, especially like this,” Damien murmured. Instinctively, I let my body be pulled closer to his. “I love it when you look like this.”

I swallowed hard. “Thank you,” I said.

Damien put his other hand on my shoulder and traced his fingers down my back. As I stepped closer, he took his free hand and tilted my chin up so that I could look into his eyes. It felt sexy and sensual to be standing so close to him in a state of undress, with him still wearing his full suit from work. I felt like I was on display just for him, like somehow he’d chosen me out of a city full of beautiful women.

Damien’s light grey eyes sent shivers of arousal through my body. “Audrey,” he said in a husky voice.

I closed my eyes and leaned forward, closing the remaining distance between our bodies. Our lips pressed together and sparks flew between our bodies. My stomach melted and my heart started pounding as the kiss became more intense with each passing second. As Damien wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, he nuzzled me and tenderly slipped his tongue into my mouth.

My breasts were pushing against his chest and the feeling of the silk against my nipples was almost too much to bear. As Damien squeezed the bare cheeks of my ass, I felt my skin go hot with a sensual flush. Moaning, I arched my back and threw my head back until the ends of my hair were brushing against the small of my back.

Damien grabbed my wrists. “Come to bed,” he ordered in a low voice.

My mouth was so thick with desire that I could barely speak. “Yes, sir,” I whispered softly. Damien led me down the same hallway but into a different room this time. The whole room was black. The walls were covered with leather wallpaper, the floor with a thick shag carpeting that my feet sank into as I stepped inside. Even the ceiling was black. All of the light fixtures were black and chrome, giving an eerie, sleek look to the room.

“Get on the bed,” Damien ordered. He wasn’t smiling.

I moved forward and climbed on the bed. The duvet was silky soft and plush down feathers. I moaned softly as I got on all fours and let my hands and knees sink into the soft material. My whole body was alive, every cell tingling and craving Damien’s touch. I closed my eyes as I heard him step close.

“I’m going to touch you now,” Damien said in a low growl.

I whimpered as I felt his fingers tangling in my hair and yanking my head back. As he ran his nails down my back and squeezed my ass, I shivered with lust and delight. When Damien’s fingers gently rubbed the silk material between the cheeks of my ass, I squirmed. There was a pause and then a short, hard slap sounded on my ass.

“Don’t move again,” Damien threatened. “Or I’ll spank you until your ass is so sore you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

Even though I didn’t want him to do that, my clit tingled at his words. I loved Damien’s hands on me, his rough touch, the way he made my whole body sing with pleasure and desire. I closed my eyes and resolved not to squirm when he touched me again.

It was harder than I anticipated. As Damien’s hands worked all over my body, I shuddered as his fingers grazed my clit through the silken material of my panties. I bit my lip to keep from moaning as he slipped gently inside the crotch and began rubbing me. I was already soaked and when I wiggled my hips slightly, the fabric strained against my pussy and my ass. My whole body was tingling and thumping with arousal by the time he took his hand away.