His Dirty Secret - Slave To The Billionaire - Contemporary Erotic Romance (4 page)

Drying herself up as much
as she could, Isobel hurried to her new boss’s door, giving it a
knock and waiting patiently for a response.

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Chapter Three

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“Come in.” Tyler’s deep, masculine
voice sent shivers down her spine. Or maybe that was nerves? Either
way, she opened the door and walked in on shaking legs, coming to a
stop in front of his desk and waiting patiently for him to say
something.

Without looking up from what he was
reading, Tyler’s gruff, sexy voice asked her the question she’d
been expecting. “So, Isobel, how did it go today?”

“Pretty good I think, Tyler.” She
hoped her voice sounded more confident than she actually felt.
“There were a few little hiccups, but I managed to get all of the
tasks you set me accomplished.”

His head shot up at that, and his
raised eyebrows showed his surprise. “You did? I’m impressed.” He
smiled up at her, and something inside her quivered. “I’ll be
honest with you; I didn’t expect you to complete even half of those
tasks.” His smile got warmer. “What was the most difficult part of
your day?”

Isobel chuckled wryly. “That would
either be the photocopier or the filing cabinet. Take your pick
because they were both bitches.” She slapped a hand over her mouth
in horror at swearing in front of him. “I’m so sorry! I meant to
say that they were both difficult!” She was mortified at her
slip-up, but relaxed a little when Tyler simply laughed her goof
off.

“Don’t panic. I’m not going to fire
you over bad language; unless it’s in front of a client, of
course.” He smiled at her again, and she wished that her pulse
would stop racing enough for her to catch her breath. “I have to be
honest, Isobel, I’m extremely impressed by what you’ve achieved
today. I didn’t think for one minute that you’d get even half of
your work done.”

He gave a wry chuckle. “I should have
known though, considering how you impressed me by getting the job
in the first place. I have to admit to liking people who take the
initiative, and you certainly did that, didn’t you?”

Isobel frowned in confusion. “I’m
sorry, Tyler, but I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Come on, Isobel. Did you really
expect me to not remember last night, or everything we talked
about? I would most certainly have remembered if I’d told you to
come and see me today to start work here. I may have been a little
tipsy, but I was still in control of my senses.” He frowned as
though enjoying a private thought. “I never lose control; in
anything. I just thought I’d play along and see how far you were
willing to go, and how well you handled the pressure of working for
me.”

He looked at her again, more closely
this time. “Did you have an accident?”

Isobel groaned quietly. Of course he
would have to notice the dark brown coffee stain that was all over
the front of her blouse. If it had just gone on her back skirt she
might have gotten away with it, but the whole front of her was
covered in the stuff.

“It’s just a little coffee. No harm
done to the paperwork or anything.” She was quick to reassure him
that nothing had been damaged.

“I’m not worried about the paperwork,
Isobel. I’m more worried that you weren’t hurt at all.”

He was interrupted by a knock on the
office door, and at his ‘come in,’ Mary walked in, looking at
Isobel with concern. “I’m sorry to interrupt, boss, but I just
wanted to make sure that Julie didn’t burn Isobel with all that
coffee.”

“Julie did that?” Tyler’s voice had
darkened, and when Isobel looked at him she saw that his face had
as well.

“It was an accident, Tyler. No need
for any upset.” She really didn’t want any repercussions from Julie
tomorrow.

“From the way she was talking in the
break room just now, it was no such thing.” Mary was indignant on
Isobel’s behalf.

“Thank you, Mary. I’ll take it from
here.” Tyler’s voice was dismissive, and Mary left the room after a
quick farewell.

“Are you burnt?” His voice was tense
as he asked the question, and Isobel gulped.

“I don’t think so.”

“Take your clothes off. We need to
make sure. And Julie will be dealt with tomorrow, you can count on
that.” His voice was still terse, and Isobel wasn’t sure that she’d
heard him correctly.

“E-excuse me?”

“You heard me, Isobel. You can’t take
chances with scalds or burns, so take your damn clothes off so we
can be sure you’re not injured.” When she still hesitated, he
barked, “Now!”

Isobel was filled with nerves at his
command, but she was also overwhelmed by excitement. This was the
last thing she’d expected when she came to work this morning, but
it was not unwelcome. With shaking hands she removed her jacket and
then reached around her to unzip her skirt, letting it fall to the
floor around her feet.

She hesitated and took a
quick glance in Tyler’s direction, noticing that he hadn’t moved
from his position behind the desk. His eyes were pinned on her but
she couldn’t make his expression out because he wasn’t looking at
her face. She felt herself start to blush as she watched
him.
What was he thinking about? Did he
like what he saw or was he disappointed?

She was dragged away from her thoughts
a split second later. “And the blouse, Isobel.” His voice wasn’t
quite as harsh as it had been, but it still left her with no doubt
that he meant what he said. She cast a quick look at the door, and
he was quick to reassure her. “No-one will disturb us. I locked it
remotely. Now remove your blouse, please.”

With a deep breath, Isobel did as she
was told, undoing the top-most button first and then slowly working
her way down them all until her blouse was completely undone. At
Tyler’s muttered ‘all the way,’ she shrugged the garment off her
shoulders and down her arms, finally letting it join the skirt on
the floor.

Stood there in just her white lacy
lingerie, she felt more vulnerable than she ever had in her life.
But, she also felt more turned on as well, and that was the part
that scared her the most. She’d always been a woman who stayed in
complete control of her life; and that most definitely included her
sex life and what she did or didn’t do with regards to her own
body. But being so out of control right now was arousing her beyond
belief. And she wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.

Tyler didn’t say a word as he sat
there looking at her, and Isobel was almost ready to scream. After
what seemed like an hour, but which was probably only a couple of
minutes, Tyler finally stood up and walked around to the front of
the desk so that he was stood just in front of her. His voice was
husky when he spoke, which Isobel definitely preferred to the
commanding tone he’d used a few minutes previously.

“You do realize that I can’t let your
deception go unpunished, Isobel?” She gulped again and nodded,
afraid that if she tried to talk that nothing would come out.
“Remove the rest of your clothing, please.”

Her eyes shot to his. Was he seriously
telling her to strip naked? She really wasn’t sure if she could do
this, but what alternative did she have? The last thing she wanted
to do was to go back to working her dead-end bar job, and she
really liked Tyler, so what was the harm?

“It wasn’t a request, Isobel.” His
voice had gotten stern again; leaving her in no doubt that he
really did mean what he’d said.

Her hands were still shaking as she
once again reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting
the straps fall down and off and leaving her breasts bare to his
eyes. She took comfort in his sharp intake of breath, knowing that
he liked what he saw in front of him. Her panties were next; the
wispy lace thong quickly joining the pool of clothes on the floor.
And then she stood in all of her naked glory in front of him,
waiting for him to make the next move or to tell her what she
should do.

She didn’t have to wait too long.
Tyler took another deep breath and then slowly walked towards her,
stopping just inches from her as she stood there trembling. “Such a
beautiful, brave girl.” His praise sent shivers of awareness
coursing through her and she felt her nipples harden to peaks as
his gaze swept over her again.

“It doesn’t seem fair somehow,” she
whispered.

“What doesn’t?” Tyler sounded as
confused as he looked as he dragged his gaze from her chest back to
her face.

Isobel was feeling braver now. It was
obvious by the bulge in Tyler’s pants that he liked what he saw and
found her desirable. “It doesn’t seem fair that I’m naked, but
you’re not.”

Laughing softly, Tyler’s hands moved
to his tie to undo it, pulling it through his collar and then
letting it drop on the floor. He held her gaze as he undid the
buttons on his shirt and peeled it off his broad shoulders. His
pants followed, and then he was standing there in just his boxers,
his erection clearly defined and making Isobel’s mouth
water.

His hands went to the waistband of his
boxers, and he slowly slid them down over his hips, his impressive
sex bouncing free eagerly. Isobel licked her suddenly dry lips. He
was absolutely magnificent.

Tyler watched the expressions flit
across her face, and smiled to himself. She couldn’t have been more
transparent if she’d tried. He knew that she wanted him, and that
was okay because he wanted her just as much. Isobel probably would
have been terrified to know what was going through his mind as he
decided that this first time he was going to let her initiate the
next step, because every time after this would be controlled by
him.

Isobel slowly slid her arms around his
neck and pulled him in close. The soft skin of her breasts was a
beautiful contrast to the hardness of her puckered nipples as they
pressed against his chest. She smiled softly as she tilted her head
upwards, wordlessly inviting him to kiss her. As Tyler lowered his
head and claimed her lips in a deep kiss, she melted against him,
her hands tangling in his hair as her breath escaped her on a
whispering sigh of pleasure.

Tyler’s hands wrapped around her, his
manly fingers digging into her skin with just enough pressure to
tantalize without hurting her. His palms roamed down over her skin
until they reached the firm globes of her ass, where they proceeded
to knead the sensitive flesh while his tongue continued to plunder
her mouth; his tongue dancing with hers as their teeth nipped at
lips and they gasped into each other’s mouths.

Isobel’s hands began a tentative
journey of their own; traversing the muscled plains of his chest
and pinching at his taut nipples with just enough force to make him
moan into her mouth as his hips pushed towards her almost of their
own will. She gave an answering moan as she felt his hardness up
against her for the first time, and her nimble fingers continued
their journey of discovery down his torso until they folded around
the hard length of him.

With another groan, Tyler reluctantly
moved his body away from her touch, determined that this was going
to be more than just a quick fumble. He wanted to do so many things
to and with her; things that would be ingrained in her memory so
that she would never forget what their first time was like and why
it happened in the first place. Deception was not something he
would tolerate at any measure; not in his work life or his private
one.

“What are you doing?” Isobel’s voice
was full of lust and frustration. She wanted to feel him and
explore everything about him, but if he pulled away from her touch
then how was she supposed to do that?

He laughed softly, bending his head to
kiss her once more. “Don’t panic darlin’. I’m not putting a stop to
this. I’m just putting a stop to you getting what you want too
soon.” He smiled sexily. “There’s no rush, and I want to take my
time with you.”

His hands moved back around her body
once more until he was cupping her ass, and he slowly sank to his
knees, kissing a blazing trail along her collarbone down to her
aching tits, sucking each nipple into his mouth and flicking at
them with his tongue.

Isobel took a ragged breath as he
increased the pressure, holding the pebbled peaks between his teeth
as he alternated between breasts and lapped at her greedily. “That
feels so damn good,” she hissed, on an indrawn breath.

Tyler moved his mouth away just long
enough to look up at her with hooded eyes. “I agree. It feels
amazing.” His mouth quickly returned to its task, and Isobel
tangled her hands in his thick hair, holding him in place as he
teased and tormented her in the nicest way possible.