The Billionaire's Desire (2 page)

            As I hurried to work, my heels
clicking on the pavement and the cool, early morning summer breeze blowing
through my hair, I tried to put the gorgeous stranger out of my mind but it was
hard.  I replayed the bathroom scene in my head over and over.  I felt like a
giddy teenager and was completely wrapped up in the fantasy of how we would
have perfect children and a perfect life in our perfect mansion when reality
almost literally smacked me in the face. 

            “Ms. Vaughn, you’re here
early.”

            I didn’t even realize that I
had made it to the elevator bank until I saw my boss standing in front of me. 

            “Oh, good morning Ms.
Statham.  I like to get an early start.” 

            “We have a big meeting
today.”  The elevator doors opened and we stepped on.

            “I’ll be ready,” I said as the
doors closed.

Chapter 2

            Our meeting ran longer than
expected and I was starving.  All three interns attended the meeting and we
were asked to present an advisory report on the spot.  I was the only one who
was able to do so.  I overheard my boss tell her boss that she was really
impressed with how I was doing in the program so far.  They also mentioned that
I was the only intern that brushed up on the current financial topic and was
prepared on the spot.  That made me feel pretty good.  I hadn’t eaten lunch
before the meeting and it was almost 3:30 and I decided to go to the lounge to
eat my lunch and relax for an hour. 

            The building I worked in was
super high-tech and absolutely gorgeous.  The company was a multi-billion
dollar corporation and they were big on making employees feel comfortable
because so many people worked long and odd hours.  The employees were really
spoiled.  They had a full service cafeteria, massage parlor, juice bar,
business center, rec room with pool tables and dart boards, nap rooms with beds
where you literally take naps, and a lounge that had big plush couches with
blankets and a big screen television.  I’d heard from other people that the
lounge area was the most under-used room because people preferred to go to the
nap rooms for peace and quiet, and the lounge didn’t have any windows.   It was
very cozy and quiet.  I liked to go the lounge late in the day when no one else
was around.  I liked to pretend that it was my living room since my place was
so tiny and there was no way I could afford a huge TV.  The lounge was one
floor below the executive floor.  I had never been on the executive floor but I
had heard it was like a huge high end condo.  I wanted an office on that floor
one day and I was going to work my butt off to make it happen.

            After I finished eating my
lunch I took off my shoes, curled up on the couch, set the alarm on my phone
and closed my eyes.  I started reliving the sexy events on the train that
morning and reveled in the way he touched me.  I was jarred out of my bliss
when a few minutes later I felt someone brush the hair off of my neck.  I woke
with a start, put my feet on the floor and looked up into the eyes of the
gorgeous stranger from the train.  At first I thought I was dreaming so I
blinked a few times.  I’m sure I looked silly.  But there he was, in all of his
gorgeous splendor.

            “I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

            Damn, his voice was so deep
and sexy. 

            “Oh, that’s OK.  I wasn’t
sleeping.  Um, what are you doing here?” 

            He gave me a wry smile and
asked me what
I
was
doing there. 

            “I work here.  Well, I don’t
actually
work
here, not yet anyway.”  I saw him raise an eyebrow.  “I’m
an intern in the investment banking unit.  Just taking a late lunch.”  My
throat was suddenly very dry.  I took a sip of my water to quench my thirst but
it didn’t help.  This man had such an effect on me.  I could feel my cheeks
burning as he just looked at me.  His dark eyes roamed slowly over my body
stopping at the opening of my blouse.  I was always careful not to dress
seductively at work.  I never unbuttoned more than one button and I never wore
a skirt above my knee.

            He tore his gaze away from my
blouse and looked into my eyes.  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about
you since this morning.  You smelled so good,” he murmured in his deep sexy
voice.  He reached out to brush the hair out of my wide eyes that were blinking
at him uncontrollably.

            Am I dreaming here?   There
is no way this is really happening.

            I was suddenly very aware of
the thumping of my heart. 
I hope he can’t sense what he is doing to me. 
I
felt light-headed as I tried to think of something to say in response to him.

            He pulled up a chair and was
sitting directly in front of me.  He pulled out his cell phone and made a call
while holding my gaze the entire time.  “I’m in the lounge and I don’t want to
be disturbed for the next hour.”  Immediately after he hung up the phone I
heard the door automatically lock.

           
He obviously worked in the
building.
 
Who was this man?

           
He reached out to move my hair out of my eye and his
fingers entwined in my hair, grabbing a fistful, and gently but forcefully
pulled my head back.  He leaned in to kiss me, his soft lips crushing mine. 
Our tongues eagerly sought each other out, wanting and needing.  He slowly
pulled away searching my eyes.  His fingers slowly caressed my face and moved
down my collar bone, down my arm to my hand that was sitting on my thigh. 
Oh,
the way he touches me.
  My breathing quickened as I started to melt under
his touch.  Both hands then started a slow trail up my thighs and under my
skirt and caressed my legs in a circular motion and came back down my thighs. 
They slowly went back up my thighs and under my skirt again only this time they
went a little higher and I felt my hips inch forward to give him better
access. 
I’m not stopping him, this feels too good.
  I felt his fingers
caress my soft opening. 
Was that appreciation I saw when he felt I didn’t
have on any panties?
  I felt like I was in a trance.  I was letting him do
whatever he wanted.

            With both hands on my thighs
he leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear with that deep masculine
voice.  He was
all
man.  “Sarah, you’re so fucking sexy.”

            I looked at him, wanting to
grab him and pull him to me.  He gave me a sexy smirk and cupped his hands
around my ass cheeks.  I lifted up slightly so that he could get a good feel
and he gave my cheeks a squeeze before sliding his fingers around to my moist
opening.  I felt the fingers of his left hand graze my clit as his right hand
moved up my stomach to my breasts and started caressing my nipple in small
circles through my shirt.  My gasp was audible as waves of pleasure washed over
me.  My nails dug into the soft fabric of the couch as soft moans escaped my
lips.  At that moment I didn’t care that I didn’t know who this man was.  All I
cared about was how
good
this felt and that he knew
how
to touch
me.  I spread my legs a little wider to give him better access.  His fingers
glided over my clit again and then he started rubbing it faster while he leaned
in to kiss my neck.  I planted my hands on his shoulders and threw my head back
exposing the delicate skin to his unyielding lips. 

            “Lie down on the couch.”

            I did what he said without
hesitation.  Before I knew it he was on the couch, spreading my legs, hands
under my ass.  I saw his head dip between my legs and I felt his warm tongue
lick between the folds my most sensitive place.  I raked my hands through his
hair and moaned uncontrollably.  Then I felt his tongue probe inside my tender
opening.  I was writhing with pleasure as he reached up to pinch my nipple through
my blouse. I felt his tongue glide up to my clit repeatedly assaulting it.  I
could feel my orgasm building and I was helpless to stop it.

            He let out a soft hum against
my nub and the vibrations permeated through me and were the catalyst for my
body’s reckless abandon.  My fingers dug into his head as I let out a loud cry
and started to shake.  After a few seconds I finally stopped shuddering and
fell limp against the couch.  After a few seconds I tried to pull him toward me
because I desperately needed to be filled.  He gently pulled back.

            “Soon.”  It was a promise I
hoped he would keep.

            From my purse, my cell phone
alarm startled me and I was suddenly aware of how exposed I was.  Shame began
to wash over me as the realization of what had just happened hit me. 
What
was wrong with me?
 
I had let him do this again.
  He sat up looking
at me with those smoldering eyes as I fumbled around trying to muster up some
decorum as I straightened my clothes and my hair.

            “Um, I have to get back to
work.  My lunch hour is over.”  My voice was small and slightly shaky.  I stood
up and slung my purse over my shoulder.  I could barely look him in the eye as
I walked toward the door. 
What now?
  I had no idea what I should say. 
And he was no help.  He just sat there looking at me with a satisfied smirk on
his face and let me walk right out of the room.

            I was mortified and went
straight to the restroom to freshen up.  Part of me wanted to go crawl and hide
but the other part of me enjoyed my encounters with the handsome stranger.  I
got lost in what had just happened as I thought about his hands on me, his
tongue and his probing fingers.  I snapped out of my reverie when I saw what
time it was and headed back to my desk.  I was a bit paranoid that everyone on
my floor would know what I had done because I was a little bit late going back
to my desk, but no one seemed to pay attention to me as I walked down the
hall.  I threw myself into work to keep my lustful thoughts at bay, at least
for a little while.

            A few minutes later Ms.
Statham came by to give me a new assignment.  It required me to be out of the
office for the next two days and work over at the mid-town office rather than
the downtown office.  I felt a sense of relief because I wouldn’t have to worry
about running into the gorgeous stranger for a couple of days.  As quickly as
the relief hit me, it vanished and I felt a pit in my stomach. 
The train.
 
I would probably see him on the train.  I decided to change my train schedule
to an even earlier train so as not to risk running into him.  I stayed at work
for another couple of hours and then I headed home.

Chapter 3

            The next morning I took a
different train to the mid-town office.  I was the only intern chosen to work
on the assignment at the mid-town office so I hoped that meant that they saw
something special in me.  I planned to work my butt off.  I pushed all thoughts
of the gorgeous stranger out of my mind and focused on work.  But during my
breaks I found myself imagining his hands on me again.  He knew just how to
touch me, hold me, squeeze me, and I wondered when I would feel his hands on me
again.  I was getting lost in my thoughts when an admin gave me a huge file
folder to work on.  I had to prepare spreadsheets and a report giving analysis
of one of the company’s biggest investments.  I think they wanted to see not
only if understood what they did, but also if I could explain it to other
people.  I was so excited.  This was the most hands on assignment I’d had so
far.  I really liked that this company was very hands on with the interns.  I
was getting a chance to see what it would be like to have this position as a
salaried employee.  I didn’t have to do any grunt work and I liked that.

            I was working on preparing my
spreadsheets when a first year associate in the financing group stopped by my
cubicle.

            “Hi, I’m Stacy.  Sarah,
right?”  Stacy had been assigned to check my work and help me if needed.

            “Right, hi.”

            “So how is everything going? 
Do you have any questions about anything?”

            “Not yet.  I think I’m OK so
far.”

            “Just to let you know, the
spreadsheets and report you’re preparing are going to be shown to Mr. Hunter. 
So make sure you triple check all of your numbers.”

            I really appreciated her
telling me this.  “Mr. Hunter, as in the CEO of the company?

            “Yes, apparently he wants to
wrap up the internship program early this year.  The other two interns were
sent to two of our other offices and given special assignments as well.  This
is only my first year so I remember how grueling the internship program was.  I
can tell that you have an incredible work ethic which is one of the many
qualities they are looking for.  I love this job and if they hire you I think
you will love it too.  Good luck and let me know if you need any help.”

            “Thanks Stacy, I appreciate
it.” 

           
Mr. Hunter was going to see
this and he wanted to end the program early this year! 
Suddenly I was
nervous.  I wanted this job more than anything so I poured myself into the
project.  I worked until 11:00 pm and I was exhausted.  By the time I got home
I just collapsed on my bed and went to sleep.