Romance: Young Adult Romance: The Perfect Game (A Highschool Football Romance) (Bad Boy Nerd New Adult Romance) (7 page)

*****

''Avaline,'' Colten shouted. Avaline hurried into his office carrying a notepad. ''I want you to book a two rooms at the Hilton Hotel in London.''

''Sure. Who shall I say will be staying?''

''Me and you.''

''Er....okay,'' She looked at him suspiciously.

''Why are you
looking
at me like that? I'm going to look at some deals in
London,
and I need my PA with me.''

''But you've never done any business outside the US.''

''And now is the perfect time to start. The market has reached rock bottom. There are some great deals around in London.''

''Right, when are we going.''

''Tomorrow. You'll need to book the flights as well. Me first class, you economy.''

Avaline
looked a little
disappointed,
but Colten was in no mood for facial antics. It would do her good to realize how was the boss. She'd had enough of his hospitality. Now it was time for her to feel that she was way down the pecking order again.''

The next day Robert dropped them off at Los Angeles International
Airport,
and they boarded a nonstop flight to London. It took eleven hours. Colten arrived refreshed from having slept most of the way in a very comfortable reclining chair. Avaline, on the other hand, was sleep deprived and sweaty after her ordeal in economy class. 

When they arrived at the Hilton, Avaline wanted to go to bed, but Colten wasn't having any of it. He decided he wanted to see the sights.
He
paid a taxi driver a small fortune to drive them around a list of sights he'd downloaded from the internet before they left LA.

When they reached Buckingham Palace, he prodded
Avaline
who was nodding off next to him. ''Look. That's where the Queen hangs out. It's great to see isn't it.''
Avaline
nodded, eyes half closed. To her, it was some large building with an ornate railing in front of it. Nothing to get worked
up about
. Colten was equally enthusiastic at the Houses of Parliament, Westminster Abbey, Nelson's Column and Piccadilly Circus. By the time they reached the Hilton, Avaline was fast asleep.

Colten decided he would give her a few hours to sleep and then buy her dinner. They had a lot of appointments the following
day,
and he decided to do some preparation in his room.

At six pm he rang Avaline.

''Hello,' she said
in a
gruff voice.

''Did you sleep well?''

''Yes. Very.''

''Dinner in an hour in the main restaurant,'' he hung up.

Avaline
had packed a black cocktail
dress,
and she decided if he
were
going to be an asshole to her then she would return the favor. He'd made her fly economy all the way from
LA,
and it was perfectly obvious her room was nowhere near as luxurious as his. She didn't expect the best room in the house, but she wasn't going to be treated like a servant either. She was going to make him suffer. She would look so hot he'd have an erection all through dinner.

And when she arrived in reception via the elevator, she did look hot. A few handsome men were checking into the
hotel,
and all of them watched every step she took until she disappeared into the restaurant. Colten was sitting at a cozy table for two in the corner, next to the window. When he saw her, his jaw dropped. As she moved sensually toward him, he saw her hips swinging, fighting the black material, and her breasts
standing proud
for this attention. Her blonde hair waved past her shoulders to the middle of her back.

''You look stunning,'' he said. ''I know you're my
PA,
and
you
don't like me talking like that, but you are so beautiful tonight.''

''Well it's London. It's a classy
place,
so I decided to make a bit of an effort.''

When the waiter was busy pouring the wine, Colten made a decision. Tonight had to be the night. It
was make
or break time. He wanted
her,
and he
was used
to getting his way. No, he always got what he wanted. If she wanted to refuse him, then it would be the last time.

''
That was great
,'' she said after coffee. ''It's
really
a luxurious place isn't it. More luxury than I have ever seen.''

''You can have all the luxury in the world, you know that.''

''I know. You keep telling me. Only I know what I have to do for
that,
and
I
'm not a gold
digger,
and as I've said so often, it's unprofessional.''

He looked at her as his erection grew larger.
  ''I don't think you quite understand, I don't just want you for a quickie or a few months. My intentions are honorable.''

''Not according to your track record. What else do I have to go on? I need this job and if you get bored of me, and kick me out, where will I go? No Colten, it's not right.''

Colten stood up and offered her his arm. Very well, let me escort you to your room and we'll call it a night. She took his
arm,
and they proceeded to leave the restaurant. On the way past an elderly couple, Colten heard the lady say, ''what a lovely couple.''

It seemed to Colten as if the elevator took an age to get to the third floor. Eventually, a bell
rang,
and the door opened. ''That's me,''
Avaline
said. ''I can manage from here.''

''No way, look what happened to you in LA when you
were left
on your own.''

''Colten, I'm in a luxury London hotel, I'm hardly going to get mugged between here and my room.''

Colten
wasn't having
it. He got out of the elevator and proceeded to escort her to her room. Outside room 315, she stopped and looked
for
the key in her bag.

''Thank you for
a wonderful
evening. I will remember it for a long time,'' she said.

Colten snatched the key-card from her hand and shoved it in the slot. The lock
clicked,
and he pushed the door open.

''What are you....?''

''I've had enough of this now. I want you and
I'm
going to have you. I'm
gonna
take what I
want,
and you're going to enjoy it.''

''But I told you.....''

Colten pulled her into the room and pushed her face first against the wall. He closed the door with his foot and leaned against her back. He put his mouth on her neck and kissed it.

''You want it as much as I do. So stop playing games with me. You're teasing
me,
and I've had more than my fill of it.''

She felt his hand at the hem of her dress and soon her buttocks were exposed to the
cool
air in the room. He pulled her string off in on
easy
movement and put his hand over her vulva.

''As I thought, you're as wet as hell. Now tell me you don't want me.''
Avaline
didn't say anything. The authority in his voice and they way he'd just ripped her panties off had turned her on. ''Come on tell me, you want it too, don't you?'' He let his fingers massage her womanhood as he kissed her neck again.

''Damn you. Yes, I want it. But I want more than a quick screw. If I let you take me, that's
it; I
want it all. I'm not one of your cheap whores.''

''I've told you, you can have it all. Whatever you
want
.'' His free hand reached around and pulled one of her breasts out of the flimsy dress. Her nipple was already hard.

''I want love, respect, and your affection.''

He pulled her from the wall and threw her on the bed. He got on top of her and kissed her. ''You got it, babe. You got it all. Now just let me fuck you for Christ sake.''

She kissed him back and put her arm around his neck. His body on top of hers, she could feel his erection pressing against her belly. He pulled away and stood up. He threw his jacket onto the chair in the corner of the room and took off his tie. His shoes and socks followed the jacket.

Avaline sat up and helped him unfasten his shirt. When it slipped
off his shoulders,
she ran her hands over his smooth skin. She playfully raked her nails over his chest and kissed each of his nipples.

''
There's something going
on down here,'' she said. ''Let's see what you've got.'' She lowered his zipper and put her hand inside his pants and then into his shorts. ''Now that's a cock,'' she whispered as she felt how long and thick he was.

He smiled and reached down to her dress. He unfastened the halter and let it fall from her breasts. ''Nice,'' he whispered as he fondled them. He pulled her hand out of his pants and slid them, and his shorts, down past his thighs. Avaline slipped out of the dress and lay on the bed naked. When he was ready, he lay down next to her and pulled her onto him. She straddled him and slipped him inside her with a low moan. She stayed still and bent down to kiss him.

''So you like
woman
on top?'' she asked.

''I want to look at you. I want to see your face and your tits.'' He thrust his hips up encouraging her to move. And move she did. She bucked up and down on him, pressing her pubic bone against his shaft. He played with her breasts, flicking his thumb over her nipples. She increased the pace, her hips moving back and forth
as fast
as she could manage. When he reached behind her and groped her buttocks, she let out a load moan and slumped in a shaking heap on top of him. He put his strong arms around her and flipped her onto her back. He lay still until her orgasm was over. Then he entered her again. This time, he was in charge, and he began to thrust into her with hard strokes which made her gasp. He was heavy on her but
warm,
and she loved the intimacy. She loved the coarse feel of the hair on his thighs and the feel of his face as she ran her fingers over his cheeks. He was an intense lover who demanded she open her legs as wide as she could and take him into her. He was a man, a real man, the kind of man she'd always wanted and now he was between her legs, she wanted him to stay there forever. 

He rammed her harder, his lust overflowing. She fought back wrapping her legs around his back and thrusting her hips up, demanding his seed. She felt him beginning to
sweat,
and she loved the scent of him.

''Come on,'' she said. ''Take me with you.'' She reached down and began to touch herself.

''I'm coming, fucking coming,'' he shouted. Avaline rubbed herself furiously and reached an intense orgasm at the same time as his semen spilled from him into her
deep
warmth.

On top of her, breathing hard, he kissed the side of her face and then her neck. She wrapped her long legs tighter around his back not wanting him to leave her. When he had to, he rolled off her and lay next to her. He took her hand and lay it on his stomach.

''I like you a hell of a lot. I'm not letting you go,'' he said.

''I want to spend so much time with you.
I want to know all of you. You know I can't be your PA now, don't you.''

''Yes. I know. What do you
really
want to do?''

''I want to be a mom.''

''Well, let's see what we can arrange,'' he said rolling onto his side. ''Give me a few minutes.''

*****

THE END

Carl Johnson screamed as he looked below him and realized how small everyone looked. He was hanging by his ankles from a scaffolding around a
half-built
apartment block, in
down-town
Los Angeles.

''It's around a hundred yards to the ground. Don't do it Carl. Don't do it to the poor emergency services. They've got better things to do than scrape pieces of you from the sidewalk,'' Ryan said. ''Now, I'm going to ask you one more time about the contract. Who gets
first
refusal?''

Carl closed his eyes and prayed the two enormous men holding him wouldn't suddenly take even more of a dislike to him, and let go. He had a wife, three kids and a new grandchild that he
absolutely
adored. ''Put me down Ryan, this isn't the way we do business. You're not a murderer.''

Brave guy, Ryan thought. ''There's a first time for everything Carl. You promised to sell this place to me once it was finished. Now someone has made you a better offer you've gone back on your word. That's not nice.'' Ryan nodded to one of the
men,
and he let go of Carl's left leg.

''Jesus,'' Carl screamed. He was now hanging by his right leg, and the man holding him was beginning to breathe hard. ''Okay, Okay. It's
yours;
please pull me up.''

''Pull him in,'' Ryan ordered. The two men heaved him back over the rail and threw him into the building. Ryan stood over him and noticed he'd wet himself. ''Don't do that again Carl. I hate heights,'' Ryan said.

The building was still very much a shell, and the only way down was in constructor's lift,  down the outside of the building. The door
was made
of mesh and as they descended the wind whistled around them.

Down on the sidewalk, Ryan felt in his jacket for his
cellphone
. It seemed like it was the hundredth text he'd had that morning. Cindy again, he said to himself. When would she leave him alone? He'd made it
perfectly clear
to her he only wanted to fool around, not get into a long-term relationship. Most women understood what he wanted, but not Cindy. She'd just lost her husband to a heart attack, and maybe he shouldn't have taken her to bed while she was in such a fragile state. He'd seen her across the room at an art exhibition given by one of his clients in San Francisco. Her beauty and vulnerability had turned him on. In her state, she hadn't taken much persuading to come to his hotel room. She'd needed a shoulder to cry on, a man to love her and tell her she would feel better soon. But he didn't want
her,
and she'd have to be told to stop contacting him.

''Where to boss?'' the chauffeur asked. He'd been waiting in the Rolls Royce since dropping Ryan off to do his dirty business with Carl.

''The Towers,'' Ryan replied. The Towers referred to Mathewson Towers, a huge office block in LA which Ryan owned. His company occupied the top three floors of the ninety-eight-floor building. The rest was a mix of hotel and
offices
. 'I've got a radio interview at two,'' he added.

''Hi Mr. Jacobson, Kelly Cruz is here, I put her in the
board room
,'' Steffi said.

''Thanks, Steffi. Do I look okay?'' he asked his sixty-year-old secretary?

''As handsome as ever,'' she said.

''You're a great liar,'' he added. Steffi was his backbone, the woman that organized his days,
looked, after all,
his correspondence and made sure his thousand dollar suits came back from the dry cleaners on time. But disaster had struck, she'd decided to retire.
She
was the one employee he knew he couldn't
do without
. He'd offered her
a huge increase in
salary, even offered to pay off the tiny bit of mortgage she and her husband still had
on
their detached house. But tired after years in the stressful environment Ryan adored, she wasn't to be swayed. 

Why the hell he'd agreed to do an interview for a radio show he had no idea, it wasn't his thing.
He
hated the media. He was a real estate guy, a developer, someone who had to make unpopular decisions in the name of making money. The media was always
on
his case. He knew what he
was;
he didn't need telling every day.

The boardroom was the most luxurious room in the whole building. When Ryan entered the
room,
he was very pleasantly surprised. Kelly looked just like her photos. When she'd sent an email requesting an interview, Steffi had shown him a
photo
of her on the Capital Radio website, and he'd immediately said yes to her request.

''Kelly, hi, nice to meet you.'' He shook her hand.

''Mr. Jacobson, thanks for agreeing to the interview.''

''You're the first ever.''

''Interview?''

''Yes, I don't like the media much.''

''Well, I hope you like us,'' she said with a smile.

She was Ryan's type.
A glitzy
blonde, dressed in a business suit and heels. ''I'm sure I will.''

''Shall we just start? If you want to stop at any time, just hold up your
hand,
and I'll halt the recording.''

''Sure, go right ahead,'' he said taking a looking at her breasts as she reached behind her to pick up the microphone. She put it on the highly polished table and cleared her throat.

''Today we're in downtown LA, with real estate mogul Ryan Jacobson. Thank you for agreeing to see us, Mr. Jacobson.''

''My pleasure Kelly.'' He took a lot down at her bronzed legs and wondered how she got them so smooth looking.

''A lot of people know you as the secretive billionaire
businessman
. Perhaps you would tell us how you got started.''

''Sure. Well, I went to construction college and learned how to
build, and then
I worked for a real tough guy called Jake Inchmore as a young apprentice. He clipped my ears a few
times;
I can tell you. I learned a lot from him.''

''And when did you start your own business?''

''As soon as I knew what I was doing. I was very grateful to Jake for teaching me all he knew. You know, the day I told him I was leaving to set up my
own
company, I
was terrified
of what he'd do to me. But he was
really
supportive and pleased I had some entrepreneurial spirit.''

''You certainly do.''

''The company you have built has seen a good amount of controversy hasn't it?''

''In what way?'' he asked.

''Well your core business is buying apartment buildings, doing some refurbishments and increasing the rents drastically. There have been
a number of
high-profile cases where your company has evicted
old people
and families with young kids. People who couldn't pay the new rents.''

''I knew it. I fucking well knew it. I'm the dumbest
businessman
in this whole Godforsaken city. I thought you were
different;
that's why I invited you here. But you're just the same as all the others. Now get the hell out of my office.'' Ryan swiped his arms over the table and knocked the microphone onto the floor.

''That's the first and last time, Steffi, never again,''he said as he walked past her desk. ''Bloody media. And don't
say I told
you so.''

''Well I did,'' Steffi said. ''If she hadn't been so good looking, you would never have agreed to the interview.'' Typical Ryan, she thought. He was a great
business man
but a sucker for
a pretty
woman. She couldn't remember the number of times she had a tearful lady on the phone asking after his whereabouts.

Ryan slumped into his giant leather desk chair and looked through his emails. There was one from Alina telling him she would arrive in LA around eight that evening. She told him she would take a cab to his home and not to bother sending a driver.

''Steffi,'' he shouted. Steffi arrived in his office with a
note pad
. ''Alina's coming this evening. I'll bring her to work in the morning. How long do you think you'll need to handover?''

''I
think I can
teach her all she needs to know in a month. After that, she can have my phone number and call me if she needs to know anything.'' Steffi looked at Ryan and noticed how tired he looked.

''You're not overdoing it are you?' she asked.

''What makes you say that?''

''You look tired.''

''I am tired. Tired of people who don't keep promises. This morning we had to hold a guy over the edge of a building and threaten to drop him.''

Steffi laughed. ''You have a wild imagination, Mr. Jacobson.''

If only she knew the real truth, he thought. ''I'm going home. If you need
me,
you know where I am.''

The Black Rolls Royce drove to Beverley Park and pulled into a gateway. The security guard came out of his hut and opened the gate. As Ryan's car
passed,
he waved and closed the
gate
.

Ryan loved his home. At just thirty-five, he was the youngest resident in the area. At an average price of thirty million dollars, the houses in the immediate
area
were owned by business people and Hollywood stars.

Getting out of the Rolls, he pulled out his cell. ''Party time,'' he shouted
into in
. ''Spread the word. Starts at seven, let's make it a pool party.''

When he walked into the
house,
he was greeted by John Frazer, a man he'd hired in London. John was one of the few real butlers the world still possessed. ''John, it's pool party time. Starts at seven, can you organize?''

John was tempted to roll his eyes in disgust, but Ryan paid him ridiculously well to turn the other cheek. ''Of course sir. Leave it to me.''

*****

''Hi mom,'' Alina said.
''Yes.....
yes......yes. Mom, don't worry I'm
fine
. Nothing to worry about I'll be there soon. Yes, mom, the flight was great. What? Yes, of
course,
I've got enough money.''

''Moms huh,'' the young man sitting next to her in the train said.

''Yer. She's worried about me.''

''First time away from home?''

''Yes, I suppose it is.
I went to college in New York, but lived at home because it was so close.''

'Where are you headed?''

''To downtown LA. My first job.''

''Wow. Such a long way from home too,'' he said looking at her. He
really
liked what he saw. Her long legs
were covered
by a pair of faded jeans which showed off her slender thighs. Her white blouse had one button too many open, and he got a glimpse of her lacy bra with its overflowing contents.

''Yes it sure is a long way from home, but I'm looking forward to it.''

''What are you going to to?''

''I'm going to be PA to a real estate dealer.
I'm so excited.
I never dreamed I would get the job.''

''Was there a lot of competition?''

''Well, if I tell you the name of the guy you'll know the answer.''

''Go on then.''

''Ryan.....''

''Jacobson,'' he said.

''How did you know?'' she said.

''He's famous. Not for the right reasons either.''

Alina turned her head to him. He was about her age but dressed older. He was wearing a tweed jacket and a pair of highly polished black shoes. ''What do you mean by that?''

''He's got a reputation for treating tenants poorly.''

Alina had no idea whether what he'd said was true or not. All she knew was that she was terribly excited about the future. It had started with an ad
she
'd seen in the national press. She'd never heard of Ryan Jacobson or his company, but she wanted a
job,
and she'd always wanted to work in the warmth of California. When someone told her Ryan was a billionaire
businessman
, the like of which America had never seen, she'd consigned her hope of success to the trash can. A week later Steffi had called and told her Ryan would be in New York and wanted to talk to her. He'd interviewed her the St. Regis, where he was staying in a fifteen thousand dollar a night suite.

She'd worn her best dress and a pair of really chic, but extremely uncomfortable heels. She was sure she'd made a fool of herself when
she
'd shaken his hand because she just stood open mouthed with her hand in his, unable to say anything. It was the moment Alina found
out what
a powerful aphrodisiac the combination of good looks and wealth could be.