Powerful Men 3: Four Hot Alphas who Take Whatever They Want

Powerful Men 3

Four Hot Alphas Who Take Whatever They Want

By

Carla Kana

Copyright © 2012 Carla Kane

First Published 2012 by
The
Blue Bouzouki Press

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transferred in any form without prior written permission from the author or her representatives. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or
dead,
is entirely coincidental.

Also by Carla Kane:

Powerful Men

Four Scorching Stories of Alpha Males who Take Control

Contents

Mile High Club: Sex on the Private Jet

Hot Tycoon: Bedding the Oil Magnate’s Son

Ad Men: Seducing the Heiress on the Skyscraper Roof

Yes Mister President! Orgasm in the Oval Office

Mile High Club

Sex on the Private Jet

‘Ma’am, please follow me to the private lounge.’

Jessica stood up from her seat in the airport waiting room and picked up her briefcase. All around her the airport buzzed with activity as vacationers and business professionals hurried to and fro to make their destinations, but the guy calling her attention seemed a world apart from them. He looked like he’d stepped right out of a James Bond movie, all slick sunglasses and rich Italian clothes. He was one of Sam Ellmann’s personal representatives.

‘Of course,’ Jessica said and followed after him.

Jessica Lane was a reporter for Parlor Magazine, which most of the time meant doing general fluff stories about whatever nonsense they’d assigned her to that week, but recently she’d been bumped up to writing features, more in-depth stories with a greater chance to shine. And so now here she was – not only about to do a full profile on one of the most powerful men in the world, but also about to interview him herself first hand, for a full six hours on his own private jet as they travelled from New York to London. It was like a dream come true.

As she followed Ellmann’s PA through the busy airport Jessica had to jog to keep up with him even though from his appearance he looked like he was only walking in a casual stride. I guess life moves a little faster wherever he’s from, Jessica thought to herself.

‘Is Mr. Ellmann waiting in the lounge?’ she asked, hurrying to catch up with the slick assistant.

‘No,’ he said, ‘Sam hasn’t arrived at the airport yet. He’s on his way.
Don’t worry
miss Lane, we’ll look after you until he gets here.’

She wasn’t sure if that was a joke or not – Jessica wasn’t used to dealing with people from the upper levels of the global village.

Sam Ellmann was the godhead of Ellmann Enterprises, an international corporation with dealings in everything from ammunitions to baby food. For several years now the company had ranked amongst the most powerful corporations in the world. Something Sam Ellmann himself was largely responsible for. To say the least, the man was highly regarded in the world of international finance. In fact, many considered him to be a genius.

Jessica followed the PA past two surly looking bodyguards and into a medium-sized private lounge. The room was exquisite and walking from the grubby main airport into this area was like stepping into a different world. There was a magnificent-looking bar crafted entirely from crystal, behind which a beautiful young woman waited to serve, and a number of rich mahogany tables with priceless leather seats around them. The PA ushered towards one of these.

‘Please,’ he said, ‘have a seat. Can I take your drinks order?’

‘Thank you,’ Jessica smiled, ‘I’ll just have an apple juice please. Will Mr. Ellmann be long?’

‘He will be here any moment now Miss Lane,’ the PA smiled professionally and then went to the bar to place her order.

A moment later an Italian busboy returned with her drink, though it didn’t look much like what Jessica had had in mind. The juice, apparently freshly pressed, was served in a long crystal flute glass, with hand-sculpted ice cubes and a handful of frozen forest fruits. Beside it on the silver tray was a garnish of fresh fruit salad. It looked more like a whole breakfast than a beverage.

‘Wow,’ Jessica couldn’t help but exclaim, ‘thank you. How much will this cost?’

‘You misunderstand,’ the cute busboy replied, ‘all of this is already paid for by Mr. Ellmann.’

‘I see,’ Jessica smiled, ‘thank you.’

She looked around her in wonder. So Ellmann had paid for everything in advance here. She wondered did that include the whole bar stocked up with rare and expensive liquors.

The PA appeared by her table, his finger pressed against the headset in his ear as he listened to the feed. ‘Miss Lane,’ he said, ‘I believe Mr. Ellmann is about to arrive.’

At that moment the doors burst open and a whole team of executives, assistants and secretaries swarmed in, all talking at once. Jessica rose from her seat and turned towards them. It took her a second to see that they were all surrounding a certain man. Sam Ellmann.

‘Enough!’ he commanded, holding his hand up wearily, ‘I’ll deal with this later.’ Immediately his team went silent and dispersed.

At last Jessica could get a look at the young billionaire. Sam Ellmann was incredibly handsome with a shaved head and a shadow of designer stubble around his chiseled jaw. He had sensitive, intelligent eyes and a trace of wit around his subtle smile. He was dressed in a khaki suit, probably worth more than a year of Jessica’s salary.

‘Now,’ Ellmann said, coming towards her, ‘Jessica Lane, isn’t it?
Parlor Magazine?’

‘That’s correct Mr. Ellmann,’ Jessica said holding out her hand, ‘how do you do?’

‘Excellently,’ Ellmann smiled, ‘I trust you were well looked after in my absence?’

‘Oh yes,’ Jessica replied, ‘thank you.’ His hand was firm and strong and for a moment it was like she could almost feel the intense power and electricity that governed this handsome young master of the universe. She was only disappointed that she had to let him go again.

‘Good,’ Ellmann replied, ‘I believe it is important that one treat one’s guests well, after all.’

‘A fine sentiment,’ Jessica said and then cringed a little. It had sounded better in her head. Suddenly she was lost for words, totally intimidated by the handsome billionaire and his entourage. Come on, she told herself, get a grip Jessica!

‘My word,’ Ellmann exclaimed, ‘what on earth is that thing?’ He was looking at the tray Jessica had been presented with.

‘Um, it’s an apple juice,’ Jessica replied, ‘I think.’

‘Huh,’ Ellmann nodded, ‘doesn’t look like any apple juice I’ve ever seen.’

Jessica watched as she saw the panic on the faces of Ellmann’s servants, they were hanging on his every word.

‘Never mind,’ Ellmann continued, ‘let’s make for the
jet,
I believe we’re scheduled to take off in a moment.
This way, Miss Lane.’

Sam Ellmann turned towards a door that led to a private
jetway
out to the plane outside. Jessica stepped after him, followed by his team of company officials.

‘So have you been working with Parlor for long?’ Ellmann asked as they walked down the
jetway
.

Jessica blinked. She couldn’t believe he was actually making small talk like any other ordinary guy you might meet while waiting in an airport. ‘A few years,’ she answered, ‘but I’ve only recently moved onto cover stories.’

‘Do you like it?’ Sam asked, ‘I always enjoyed the written word myself, but alas the world had other things in store for me.’

‘Oh,’ Jessica smiled, checking him out surreptitiously as they walked, ‘I’d imagine it did. And yes, I love to write, I have my whole life.’

‘That’s good,’ Ellmann said, ‘a person should be passionate about what they do. Otherwise they should choose a different vocation. Now, tell me this: does Marge Donahue still work over there?’

‘Yes,’ Jessica nodded, amazed that Ellmann knew the name, ‘she’s my editor in fact.’

‘I met Marge in Kuala Lumpur four years ago while she was still reporting. She was covering the
Dennehy
-Robinson take over.
A fascinating woman indeed.
You must tell her I send my regards.’

‘Of course,’ Jessica said. She couldn’t believe how down to earth this guy was. How down to earth and somehow – not of this earth at all. She didn’t know how to take him.

The
jetway
was connected right to the side of Ellmann’s jet and an air hostess in an immaculate uniform with a face like a Hollywood starlet greeted them as they approached. With her messy hair and geeky glasses, Jessica wondered how she could ever live up to that kind of competition.

‘Mr. Ellmann,’ the stewardess beamed, ‘it’s so good to see you again.’

‘Thank you Jane,’ Ellmann replied, ‘how is your brother?’

‘He’s getting better,’ the girl replied, apparently quite touched by the billionaire’s concern, ‘the chemo seemed to do a lot better for him this time.’

‘Excellent,’ Sam Ellmann grinned with genuine joy, ‘I’m so glad to hear it.’

He stepped past her and onto the plane.

‘Enjoy your flight Mr. Ellmann,’ the girl called.

Jessica smiled at her politely as she followed the billionaire. ‘Hi.’

As soon as she stepped onboard the plane Jessica had the sense that she’d entered somewhere very expensive indeed, the walls around her seemed to exude an almost sacred presence. It was like stepping into a palace.

‘This way Miss Lane,’ Sam called, ‘we’ll do it in my private lounge. That way the rest of the team will know not to disturb us.’

‘Of course,’ Jessica nodded. She followed him down the hallway and into a roomy, well lit cabin. There was a small bar, a long white couch and a table. On the wall behind her, a huge widescreen TV was embedded in the paneling. If Jessica could have lived in a place as fancy ad that she thought she could be very happy indeed.

‘Please, sit,’ Sam offered, ‘can I get you something to drink? I promise it won’t be totally outlandish like the last one.’

Jessica giggled. She was really starting to come round to him. Whether he was a genius or not was still debatable, but one thing was for sure: he was pretty damn perfect regardless.