His Primary Desire (New Adult Billionaire BBW Romance)

His Primary Desire

By

Kylie Jack

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Copyright 2012 by Kylie Jack

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His Primary Desire

Chapter 1

The latest poll taken of
Mr. Channing’s fiancé was definitely not what I had been hoping for after her promise to tone things down a bit. Apparently, the public truly hated her, and this seriously posed a problem for the squeaky clean
“Family Values”
campaign of the Republican Presidential Nominee, Will Channing. The public had descr
ibed her as fake
and abrasive with an egocentric hyper-focus on her own fame. The campaign was quickly spiraling
into a nosedive because of the beautiful horrid woman my boss had promised to marry, and my job was going down with it. How was I supposed to tell the hopeful future leader of the Free World that his fiancé was a grade-A bitch and nobody liked her?

I rubbed my temples with my fingers trying to relieve the tension with a sigh and gathered
the motivation
to explain the situation to Dave, the campaign manager.
Picking up the papers documenting the poll data I would need f
or “evidence” to support what
had
been
found
, I stood up and walked briskly
down the hall.

Rounding the corner, my sudden pluck of determination quickly fell seeing the gorgeous Will Channing
leaning against the doorframe of Dave’s office
.
I stopped short, and held my breath trying to decide what to do. He looked up and smiled that seduc
tive smile that had helped
him
secure
the Republican Nomination. Crap. Turning around
and waiting for a better time when he wasn’t hovering nearby wasn’t an option now that he had seen me.

Remembering I needed to move my feet before I looked any more ridiculous just standing there mid-stride, I lurched forward in an awkward gait. He smirked a little seeing how graceles
s I had become, and if I could have died
of embarrassment
, I would have done so right there on the floor of Will Channing’s campaign headquarters
.

Oh, swe
et baby Jesus.
K
ill me now.

I felt my face
flush
red as he gave my curves a once over
while waiting for me to approach.
I noticed the
subtle look of amusement on his face
, and realized I had
either
charmed the man standing there watching me react so awkwar
dly to that damned smile of his, or he was just being rude. Awkward and being plus-sized really didn’t mesh well, and I wisely assumed the latter. I’d be fooling myself if it were anything else.

Stopping just outside the open door at the opposite side of the doorframe he was leaning against, I knocked to alert Dave that I had something important to discuss.

“Amy,” Dave replied, “What can I do for you?”

I cleared my throat before speaking, hoping my voice wouldn’t betray my fluttering heart standing so close to Mr. Channing, “The results from the recent poll about Mr. Channing’s fiancé have just been tallied,” I hesitated a moment before continuing
,
knowing that what I had to say was going to have to be said in front of Will Channing. It was just my luck that I had to deliver the disappointing news with him standing right there.

“Ok,
what did we find out?” Dave asked.

“Well…” I glanced at Mr. Channing noticing the bemused look on his face. What exactly was so amusing about this situation? Shaking my head in resigned confusion, I continued, “I suppose now is as good a time as any for you to hear this
,
Mr. Channing,” I blew a piece of hair out of my face and dove right in, “The public still isn’t on board with
Bianca. In fact, it’s even worse
than before.” I glanced at him quickly before going on, “Your popularity
has fallen dramatically after Bianca’s latest gaffe. Many have reported they would vote for the opposing side just so she wouldn’t have the satisfaction of being the First Lady, whether or not they
were conservative
and were on board with you.”

Dave stood up and
I stepped into his office to hand him the results. He looked through page after page of negative polls
before replying
, “Wait, what was this question here? The one about Will
,
without the influence of Bianca?”

“Right, that was the only positive in all of this,” I replied. “
From the conservative far right
to the moderate left
, much
of the
public is in favor of
Mr. Channing and his platform. Unfortunately, that also means the only thing standing between Mr. Channing and the White House is… Bianca.”

I didn’t dare look at Mr. Channing. I couldn’t
believe I
had
just announce
d what I did so matter of fact. A
s if Mr. Channing’s personal life was
any business of mine.
Dave stood up and gave a copy
of the analysis
t
o Mr. Channing
to loo
k over himself. As he
looked over the result of the poll
he
brushed his fingers through his hair with an exasperated sigh. It was a good full minute before he replied and I was nervous of his response. I was hoping this wasn't a case of killing the messenger.

He finally replied after what seemed like an eternity to me, “
I was hoping it wouldn't come to this
,
but I suppose we have to deal with it now.
”
He
shook his head, “I think I have an idea.”  He looked
straight at me and
then perused
me fr
om head to toe, “Y
es
, I think I do have an idea. C
ome with me
, Amy.”
I had no choice but to obey
his command and followed quickly behind him down the hall.
If he had an idea, I could only hope it was a good one. But what on earth did it have to do with me? His unnerving perusal of my body in Dave’s office worried me just a little bit, but I couldn’t help the heat that flowed up through my core when I realized the look on his face was appreciative of what he saw. I smiled se
cretly behind him. I hoped to God this
new-fangled idea of his would be fan-freaking-tastic.

Although, I also hoped
it wasn't something to
o
drastic
despite my secret longing for him
. The campaign was in serious nee
d of damage control after Bianca’s
horrible public display
s of self-centered immaturity. It all needed to be handled very delicately no matter what he had up his sleeve to save face.

I followed him into his
office an
d he shut the door behind me. Mr. Channing
stood there looking at me for a good full minute. He had th
at
annoying smirk on his face again
. What exactly was so amusing to him about me
?
I wondered if I should be offended.
His examination of me was inte
nse and I fiddled with my ear lobe; a nervous ha
bit I’d had since being mercilessly
teased
for my weight as a child.  H
is
highly inappropriate
seductive stare
was making the fiddling
ten times worse than it should have been
.

“
Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?
”
I asked hoping to alleviate
some of
my nervousness.
The tension between us
was undeniably electrifying
.
The air buzzed around me with every passing moment. He was taking forever to answer the question, and my nerves frazzled with the delay.

He finally spoke after what seemed like an eternity under his scrutiny,
“
Yes
, actually there is
something that I want
you to do
for me.
”  H
e took a step closer t
o me, reached up and gently brushed the
lock of hair covering
my eye and tucked it behind the
ear
I had been nervously rubbing
between my fingers
.
My hand dropped to my side with his touch, and I knew my face would be entirely flushed in crimson in about .02 seconds. I hated that I couldn’t keep my obvious feelings to myself. Every awkward thing about me gave it away.
His fingers grazed my ear, stopping at the lobe and gently massaged
where I had left off
. Unable to meet his gaze, I looked away and groaned quietly.
The burn of his touch inflamed the mounting desire within me. In a second it would be too much to contain and I willed myself to keep it together.
It had been entirely too long since experiencing the touch of a man.
What was this
man, and a
gorgeous man
at that,
doing to me?

“
I trust you
signed a confidentiality agreement when you were hired
?
” He asked
,
still massaging my lobe. Why on earth would he need to know that
? And
right now
,
in this moment of all
moments,
he had to know this now?
The situation
was becoming more and mo
re confusing to me
.
Besides which, he needed to stop
it
with the massaging of my ear lobe that was making me lose my ever-loving mind. I couldn’t think.
Heck
, I couldn’t even breathe.

“
Of course
.
” I squeaked out.
Good grief, I sounded like a mutant chipmunk.

I caught him trying
to stifle a laugh
, “Excellent.”
Oh, he knew what he was doing,
alright. The over-confident Butthead
seemed to be quite pleased w
ith his skills. We both knew it, but it didn’t deter him one tiny bit.

Will
leaned in closer and
wrapped his other a
rm around my waist, just the tiniest bit above my full hips and backside
.
He tugged my body into his with a swift jerk
and nestled his muscular thigh between my legs
. W
et warmth frosted my core with the steady pressure of his thigh
.
My resolve was absolutely no match against that damned hot thigh dominating the space where my rational thought shoul
d be. Bloody hell
.
I was so in
trouble.

I
had fantasized about him too much over the last two years
not
to respond.
I forgot all about the poll
,
the reason why
I was standing in his office
,
and let myself fall into the moment.
My hands gripped his lean waist as I nuzzled his exposed neck. His breath caught
with the unexpected touch of my lips,
and
boldly, I
rocked my
curvaceous
hips
against his invading thigh
.

He
grunted and
drew my head back with an entangled fist full of my hair
. I had gone too far.
I kept my eyes on the floor
,
“Look at me.” Will commanded.
My hesitation was mere mo
ments, but apparently too long for his liking.