The Billionaire's Bet: A Seductive Deal (3 page)

I tried to find more information, but there
was nothing about it except that tiny ad. I bit my lip and thought
about it.

What if I’d do it? Who knows what could be
in store, what would be asked, but it does make a lot of money. And
I need it.

I looked at my laptop again and stared at
the letters on the screen. Those weren’t going to earn me half as
much in half a year as this job would withi
n a week.

I smirked and nodded, ripping out the ad from
the newspaper. “New job, get ready for Julie.”

Chapter 3

I rummaged through my suitcase until I
found the perfect black outfit that would match with my black
heels. I had to make a good impression on the casino boss so I
could snag this job for my own and cash in. In my head I already
had clear what I was going to say
and how I would present myself.

Sit up straight, smile, don’t squint, keep
your composure, tell about your best aspects and show him why he
needs to pick me.

I glanced at the mirror one last time before
heading out. The ad in the paper had said it was on the top floor
of this casino, so I walked to the elevator and nervously pressed
the button. The waiting seemed to last indefinitely. I chewed my
nails and anxiously tiptoed around until the doors opened and I saw
about ten chairs filled with women all staring at me.

I swallowed and stepped out into the hallway
that almost looked like a holding pen for snarky women. I sat down
on the nearest seat and cleared my throat. The women turned their
heads toward the only door in the hallway.

When the door opened, all the heads shot up
into the air. A lady came running out, wiping her cheeks, sniveling
in between. Her eyes were red. She ran across the hall and into the
elevator, pressing the button about twenty times until the doors
closed.

We all switched places, forward one row. The
next lady went in, but after five minutes, she came out too,
crying. Every woman that went in, came out with a few tears rolling
down her face. I wondered what was so extreme about this job that
had confident women running away, bawling their eyes out.

Still, I had to see for myself. It didn’t
hurt to try and I really needed the money. Maybe they just weren’t
up to the task or maybe they just didn’t appeal to him.

When it was my turn, I was scared to
death.

I swallowed a couple of times and
straightened my clothes before walking into the room.

There were a couple of guys standing to my
left with wires running to their ears. They were probably guarding
the place.

“
Welcome. You can close the door behind you
and sit down in front of me,” a man behind a desk said. He was
facing the window behind him and I couldn’t make out if he was
young or old, or even what he looked like. I did what he asked and
then walked over to the desk to sit on the seat. I could feel my
nerves twitching in my shaking fingers.

The man turned around in his seat, his
darkened glasses framing his bold face. I stared at him. His lips
curled up into a sly smile and then he took off his glasses. His
big blue eyes and chiseled cheekbones were all I needed to
recognize him.

“
Dominic?” I said, my eyes
widening.

“Well, hi there. Didn’t see that one coming,”
he said.

“What are you … is this for real?” I
said.

“As real as it gets.” A cheeky smile appeared
on his face.

“
So you’re the CEO. You’re telling me you
own this casino? You’re the boss?”

“
You’re
looking right at him.”

“But you said you entertained people …” I
muttered.

“Isn’t this entertainment then?”

For a moment I was dumbstruck, my mouth
falling open.

“So, tell me why you came here. You obviously
found my ad in the newspaper,” he said.

I regained my composure and took the ad out
of my bag. “Uh … yeah, that’s right. I’m interested.”

Dominic
chuckled. “I don’t think this is a very good
idea.”

I frowned. “W
hat? Why not?”
“As you can see most girls just run away from the job. I’d like to
spare you the humiliation.”

“Sorry, but, I think I can decide that for
myself.”

His fingertips rested against each other, his
elbows on the table. “I’m looking for someone special. I have very
specific … needs.”

He stared at me as if he was waiting for me
to leave or to speak up. Either way, I was getting this job one way
or another and I wasn’t easily scared away.

“
Well, I can be special. Whatever is
necessary to get the job done,” I said, putting up my faux
smile.

He squinted for a moment and then signaled
the
men around us to
leave. When they were gone, Dominic focused on me again.

“
So … you’re telling me
you’d do anything I’d ask?”

“Well, I guess … yeah.” My confidence was
diminishing with every passing second.

He sighed. “Listen, Miss
Valen
tine, or can I call
you Julie?”

“Julie is fine.”

We smiled at each other, it was rather
uncomfortable.

“I’m going to be very honest with you,” he
said. “I think you can handle it.”

I waited, he closed his eyes and opened them
again, probably taking his time to think it through, whatever it
was.

“
This job is service based. Each time I use
your service, you get paid. The service is quite
extraordinary,
so the
payment is higher than usual. I require utmost obedience and there
is zero tolerance for defiance.”

I bit my lip, anxious for what came next.

“
I’m going to be quite frank with you,
Julie,” he said. “
What I
require is not something most women will sign up for.”

“How so?” I said.

His lip curled up into a sly smile.
“
Because there is a
certain line which most won’t cross. Understandable of course, but
their loss as well.”

I chuckled. “I think I can handle a little
spice. There aren’t a lot of borders I haven’t already
crossed.”

He nodded softly, turning about in his
chair as if he was gauging my reaction. “Even if it’d meant that
you might get hurt? Would you be willing to give up your free will?
If I’d ask you to strip bare, could you do it?”

My eyes widened and I swallowed. In my mind I
went over every part of the conversation we just had, I scanned the
paper that had asked for an assistant. That she must be eighteen or
older and have plenty of experience with men. The pay. His flirts.
The women crying, running down the hallway.

Now I see.

“
You’re asking me to …” I
stammered
.

My cheeks flushed and my eyes deflected
away from him. I stared at the ground, feeling utterly naked right
there and then. My heart was racing. I wasn’t sure if I was
appalled or aroused by the mere thought of this man seeking someone
to use for his pleasures. I knew it must have something to do with
sex. All the signs
pointed in that direction. It was an extraordinary request
indeed. One that heated up my core.

“
I’m not asking you to do anything. You
see, this is why I said I require a special kind of person.
Someone who is willing to give
in to me.”

So it was true. He was looking for someone
and wanted to spend money on it. But why not just ask any girl? He
was so handsome, he could get any girl he’d flirt with. He’d only
have to touch her and she’d swoon in his arms. Not exactly a hard
thing to find. I didn’t get why he was going through all this
trouble.

“
I know it might come as a shock, so I
guess this is the part where you storm out,” he said.

I bit my lip.
Maybe.
I didn’t know if I wanted to leave. A part of me
wanted to run away as fast as I could, the other was longing for a
man’s love. His loving. Last night he wouldn’t touch me. Now I had
the chance to fulfill my own needs, as well as his, and get some
cash. Why did this feel like it was too good to be true?

“
I don’t understand, there must be a
catch,” I blurted out.

“
Excuse me?”
Dominic seemed confused. Fazed, almost. As if he
was expecting me to get up instead of ask questions.

“Why would you offer a girl money to do these
things with you? You could get any girl you want.”

He laughed. “I could, yeah. If I wanted that.
But what I need is something else entirely.”

“
Oh, really? I was under the impression you
just wanted to pay a girl to have sex with you.”

I looked him straight in the eye to show
him my resolve.
He gazed
back and didn’t even flinch.

“
It’s much, much more than that. But why
are you asking? Are you interested?” He leaned forward.

I swallowed and almost bit my tongue. I’d
wanted to get my hands on him ever since I met him and this
opportunity was just too hard to resist. The problem was, how far
was he going to take it? All this talk about being obedient had got
me thinking it was a lot more than I was used to.

“
Tell me what you’re looking for,” I said,
clearing my throat.

“
As I said, I require utmost obedience. I
am looking for a partner. A lover. Someone who will do as I say. A
submissive.”

A submissive? Does that mean he’s a Dom?

I’d read about this. There were men who
took pleasure out of being overly dominant. Who loved to
exert their power and see their
partners beg for pleasure. And the subs enjoyed pain. Pain
inflicted by the Dom.

“And you want me to be that?” I blurted
out.

His lip curled up into a mischievous smile.
“Perhaps. You’re the first girl who’s stayed. I admire your
tenacity. You know, I’ve been watching you, and I think you’d make
an excellent sub.”

I snorted. “Really?”

“
Yes. You like to obey. I felt it the
moment your body shuddered from the mere touch of my fingers. You
wanted to do anything to please me yesterday, even if it meant
throwing caution to the wind.
I’d say you’d make a perfect sub.”

“
Oh …” I was thinking about it myself
now.
It was true. I’d do
anything for that feeling of him touching me again. I melted in his
arms. I’d never experienced anything like this, nor did I ever feel
what it was like to be under someone else’s control. To completely
surrender. It was a tempting idea.

“
Of course, you’d need to be initiated. You
need to be taught how to listen, how to please, how to live for it.
I can teach
you. I’ll
make use of your services whenever I ask and you’ll provide. You’ll
receive payment of course, which you can use however you
want.”

“
You mean, I’d become your submissive, and
in return you’d pay
me?”

“
That’s pretty much it, yes.
I want to pay you for the
troubles my wishes bring. That’s why I call it a service. I don’t
force myself upon anyone. I just want it to be some sort of give
and take, you know?”

I took in a deep breath and heaved a sigh. It
was quiet for some time. I was taking in every piece of information
that had just been discussed. That I desperately needed money,
because my books were going nowhere. That he’d provide for me. The
absurdity of it all. The hunger I’d felt for months.

“
Am I correct to assume you’re actually
considering my offer?” He titled his head.

“Well … it depends. I have to think about
it.”

He muffled a laugh. “That’s alright. I’ll
also need to test you first.”

“
Test me?”

“
Just a second, Julie. First things
first.
There is an
agreement you have to sign, before we can make any arrangements.”
He pulled an envelope out from his drawer and handed it over to me.
“You can only open it if you’ll accept my offer and after you’ve
completed your test. Do it in your hotel room, not
here.”

I nodded and put the envelope in my bag.

“
Now, about your test … did you
get my gift this
morning?”

I frowned. “Gift?”

“The one on the nightstand. Pink. Large.
Pleasuring.”

My jaw dropped and my pupils dilated.
“That was from you?”

Dominic
chuckled. “After you practically wanted to rip my
clothes off last night, I thought you could use a little something
to comfort you. I know it’s not a replacement, but it does the
trick quite nicely, don’t you think?”

“
I haven’t used it,” I muttered.

“
You haven’t? Such a shame, but
actually,
it was meant
for your test, so that’s okay.”

“
But I only read the newspaper
t
his morning I didn’t
yet … Wait; you knew I was going to come here?”

He shrugged. “I had a feeling. Like I
said, I knew you’d make an excellent sub. It was just a hunch.
Anyway, if you think you’re up to the job, you
have to complete this test. It’s a way for
me to gauge if you can handle more.”

“Okay,” I stammered.

“
Here’s the deal. Use the gift I gave you
for at least twenty minutes today. More is always good, but you
cannot come.”