His Secret Request: Billionaire Secrets - Book Three (9 page)

"You can call it what you like Ms. Falstaff, but you've chosen to be here. I'm not asking you to do anything you've strongly objected to. Remember, you can always walk out of here."

"And into a prison cell."

"That was your choice, not mine. Now of course you can have a shower, but not until I've been fed. I think that's only fair, don’t you?"

Suzy took a deep breath. Was it all going to be like this? This was going to be one long night.

"I thought you said you liked an edge?" She said.

"I do. But fair is fair. And I don't want to be weak from hunger either. The stir fried beef looks nice. People say Kobe beef is the best but I prefer to source mine here in the USA. I know the rancher in Texas who raises this cattle and I guarantee you won’t find better anywhere, worldwide."

He handed her the chopsticks he had used to feed her with.

"Do you know how to use these?"

"Of course I do." She took them from his hand and fished for a piece of beef from the bowl. It was cut into thin strips and lightly covered with a dark but delicately flavored sauce. She raised a sliver and then brought it closer to his lips but before she could find them her fingers slipped and the meat fell down into his lap.

"Shit." The expletive escaped her.

He looked down at his lap where the piece of meat lay, the stain of the sauce already spreading into the fabric of his trousers.

"That's not good." He said. "You told me you knew how to use those and now look what's happened."

"I'm so sorry."

"Don’t be sorry. Make it better. It's a mess and it needs to be cleaned up."

"But how…"

He looked at her sternly.

"First get rid of the meat."

She reached in carefully to slowly pinch the sliver of beef firmly between the slim ends of the ornate chopsticks without catching hold of anything else down there.

She placed it onto the plate in front of him.

"Is that better?" She asked.

He shook his head.

"What about these pants Ms. Falstaff? This mini-disaster requires water or that mark will never come out. Surely I'm not the only person left in the world who understands fabric stains." He said, toying with her.

Quicksand.
She thought.
Just do it. Think later.

She took a linen napkin, dipped it into a crystal glass filled with water and then held it over his lap.

"The longer you leave it, the worse it gets." He said.

She pressed the napkin to his pants and began to slowly move it down the length of the stain.

"You'll need to be a little more decisive than that." He said.

"Decisive. Okay."

She began to rub harder, obscene images flooding through her mind.

She wanted him.

She wanted to see what was under there, trapped inside.

She wanted take him in hand, make him as hot and filled with desire for her as she was for him and then watch him spill it all over himself like a little bitch, under her control, playing the game by her rules only.

He might be manipulating the situation now, but every little game he played, every nuance and request was telling her more about him and revealing to her the power she had over him that he would never admit she had.

This was a new game for her but she was good with games and the rules were slowly becoming clear to her. No guy had ever taken her down at video gaming, she was a master of that world, and real life games, it seemed, weren't that different. Find your opponent's weakness and then milk it until he drops.

You're just a guy Mayweather. Underneath it all you're just like all those nerds at MIT and I've yet to be outgunned by one of you yet.

She moved the napkin a shade higher, a little more in to center and sure enough, there it was. Rock hard. Her hand stopped, surprised at the change in texture and she lifted her eyes up to his.

He looked back without a word.

"I'm sorry." He said. "Go take your shower. And don’t be long. This is still my evening."

Suzy drew back her hand, dropped the napkin and then stood up. The movement made her realize how very, very wet she had become.

He was hard and she was wet.

Fuck. What the hell is really going on here?
She thought.

"I'm sorry." She said quickly. "Where's the shower?"

"Damn it." He hissed. "I'll take you. It's that way." He indicated the door and she turned hesitantly.

"Go on." He said. "I'll follow you." He sounded uncharacteristically frustrated.

Suzy smiled quietly without him seeing. It was working. Candy had given her good advice. Don’t fight it, go with it and then just slowly, slowly you'll find yourself on the other side or better yet, what Candy didn’t believe was possible, she would find herself coming out on top and show this asshole - this incredibly sexy, irresistible asshole - who he was dealing with.

Boys versus girls. No contest Mayweather; girls always win, you just don't know it yet.

When they got to the door he seemed to have recovered himself and opened it for her.

"Follow me." He said and then took her hand. Again it felt warm, protective and strong.
That
man was back again, the one who could protect her from anything, the one who was promising to give her and Nadia their old life back.

Girls always win but this girl will follow you anywhere.
She thought. It sounded ridiculous, so unlike her, but maybe she had been hiding her true self all these years. Maybe this was what she needed? An adversary, a protector, a man who could be a true match for her in every sense of the word.

But it sounded so unlike her.

Her relationships had never been like that. She had always been the boss with her geeky boyfriends, not the maiden being swept along by some powerful male.

He led her up the stairs and into a large bedroom with soft lighting.

"Shower's that way." He said. "You'll find everything you need in there."

She looked up at him and then turned to go but held onto his hand a moment longer.

"You'll pay for that too Ms. Falstaff." He said.  "I promise you."

"Worth every penny." She whispered and then fled to the bathroom leaving him speechless, hardly believing this new side to herself.

She looked around the bathroom which was nearly as big as her entire living room at home. With the door closed behind her suddenly it felt like relief to be safe from the continuing demands of his presence.

There was a lock on the door and she turned it before sinking down to the tiled floor and leaning her head into her hands.

Crazy. This is all too crazy.

She needed to talk to someone but there was no-one to call. She took her phone from her jeans and began scrolling down through her address book but all she could find were client names and estranged friends she had neglected over the years.

Then the phone buzzed in her hand, making her start.

It was Candy.

They had exchanged numbers in order to make sure they could reach each other during the two days they had spent together, but she was no longer a part of Candy's brief. Ruben had explicitly told her he that he would 'handle' things with her from now on.

She considered a moment, then took the call and covered the phone with her hand. She answered in a whisper, knowing that Candy was probably risking her job by making this call.

"What do you want?" She said.

Candy's normally in your face attitude faltered when she heard Suzy's voice.

"I uh… just wanted to make sure that you were okay. I was worried about you after… after what all I told you earlier about Mr. Mayweather and his two buddies the Hargrave brothers."

"Don’t worry, you gave me good advice. Really good."

"I didn't give you any advice. I just told you he's got a thing for geeks, so don't blame me for anything stupid that you do with him."

"I'm not. It's the quicksand thing. You were right, I just need to go along with him."

"No. No you don't. Don’t let him bully you into anything. Look… I don't know why I'm doing this but if you need my help then just call me and… God damn it, I must be fucking crazy, but look, I'll come and get you out of there if you need me to. That bastard has no right to--."

"Candy. Shut up, it's okay, I can handle it. Thanks, but…"Suzy appreciated the offer but what she really wanted was another voice, a female voice to help her decide what to do next, or just to talk things through at least, not this crazy macho attitude that Candy had. "Can you just listen to for a minute? Please?"

"What is it Suzy? He's got you over a barrel, hasn't he? The bastard is good at that. One of the best."

"He's… I don't know. I… can I… can I confide in you Candy? Can I trust you?"

"I just risked the best job I've ever had in my life had by calling you. Of course you can trust me. What is it?"

"I think he's setting me up here."

"You 'think'? Jesus, they say book smarts don’t mean a damn on the street. Suzy, in case you doubted it for one second you are now on a one way ticket into that man's fucked up fantasy world so the sooner you say no to him the better."

"What's he going to do to me?"

"What do you think?"

"Is he going to fuck me?"

"That might be your fantasy, by it may not be his."

"What else would he want me for?"

"I told you, he's obsessed with girls like you, but there's something about you that's different. I think you might be close to what he's looking for. I've heard him talk this stuff over with Dale. Ruben's closer to him than he is with Clay, some weird thing that happened to them when they were kids. They call this bullshit of theirs 'catch and release', the sick bastards, but Ruben is always talking about the finding the perfect one. The one he can hold onto. The problem is, it's pretty tough for any living human woman to match up to this perverts twisted fantasy. If you want my advice then if I were you I'd either just fuck him right now, if that's what you want, and I'd understand it totally - I mean, the guy is hot - but if you're not into him then get the fuck out of there right now and don't look back. He won’t keep you. He's not like that."

"If it we're that simple Candy…."

"What's he got on you? Just tell me for Christ's sake."

"It's big - really big - and if I leave before morning he'll turn me in."

"Cops or Feds?"

"Probably both. NSA as well."

"Shit."

"Yeah. Shit."

Candy sighed deeply on the other end of the line.

"So what are you going to do honey? What are you options here?"

"I… I thought you could help me out with that."

Candy sighed again.

"Look, if it makes a difference to you, he probably isn't just out to screw you. The guy has beautiful women stalking him all the time, but the 'lucky' girls he's taken back to the Hamptons have never talked about having sex with him. That's the suspicious thing. None of them have ever talked. So I'm not entirely sure what the deal is. What I do know is that outside of his crazy sex life, he is a good man. Sexually, very messed up, relationships, even more messed up, but he's honest and he has a good heard. What's different about you is that normally he spends a long time getting to know his women so I don’t know what's so special about you. Looks like you're on the goddamn fast track to whatever it is he gets up to in that two hundred million dollar bachelor pad of his ."

"Two hundred million dollars…. ?"

"That's right honey. Don’t tell me that's not a headfuck."

She looked around the vast bathroom and then pressed her mouth to the phone again.

"He wants a single kiss from me. That's all. That and the rest of the night, here, together in his home. At six am I can leave with no strings attached, no questions asked."

Candy didn’t say a word.

"Candy? Are you still there?"

"Sure, sure. That's just uh… about the craziest thing I've heard all year. All he wants is a kiss? Now he's a freaking, pervert-monogamy-one-kiss-only-romantic… " she searched for words, "king-of-the-hot-fucking-billionaire perverts all of a sudden?"

The women lapsed into silence for a moment.

Suzy ran her hand through her long dark hair.

Candy crumpled the beer can she was holding in her left hand to mush.

"So even you think he's hot?" Suzy asked.

"Even me? What kind of question is that? Don’t answer that. Look, he may be out of my league but screw me if he ain't the hottest, sexiest animal in pants I've ever laid eyes on."

"So would
you
do him? If you had to? If he had you over a barrel? Just one night only with no strings attached?"

"Are you kidding me? I'd break his back and bust his balls over that barrel if he was ever stupid enough to get me there. But trust me, it ain't happening; I'm about as far from what he's into as a female baboon. A male one for that matter. If I wanted his ass I'd need to bind and gag the little fucker first."