Tamed by the Billionaire (The BAD BOY BILLIONAIRES Series) (12 page)

As the kiss deepened, Roman positioned his hips over hers and as she opened to receive him he entered her, pressing his manhood into her core. 

Suddenly, she stiffened and moaned into his mouth.  Then she was clinging to him as if she would never let go.

Roman pressed forward and then he felt it…a resistance that told him this girl was a virgin.  What the hell?  Too late, Roman realized that this was no siren in his arms but an innocent girl playing ‘woman’.

Too late.  It was his body that was in charge now.  There was no turning back.  His quick thrusts hauled him over the edge and then he was exploding, pouring his seed deep inside the writhing, moaning girl in his arms.

And then she was there too, riding the waves of ecstasy to her own peak, crying his name as her flower blossomed and pulsated around that part of him that pressed deep within her core.

It took a few minutes for their rapid breathing to slow and their bodies to return to calm.  During that time Roman held Serena in his arms, his body still but his mind racing.

Dear God, what had he just done?

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Slowly, Roman released Serena from his arms and got up from the sofa, frowning in self-disgust.  He’d just deflowered a virgin, the daughter of a man who had entrusted her to his care.  He shook his head, feeling lower than a snake crawling in the dirt.  She’d been so assertive, had seemed so sure of herself.  He’d thought she was experienced, had assumed she would be on the pill.  What if he got her pregnant?

With a curse he picked up her bra and panties from the floor and dropped them on her belly.  Then, still not looking at her, he pulled on his boxers and pants and hurriedly dragged on the rest of his clothing.  The tie, he stuffed into his pocket.

He looked over at Serena.  She had not moved.  She simply lay there, naked and flushed, staring up at him with huge eyes.  She looked so forlorn, so innocent, that the self-recrimination he felt was like a knife ripping into his gut.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”  he barked, scowling down at her.  He clenched his fists at his side.  Right then he felt like shaking her, he was so angry.  Why would she keep something like that from him?  If he’d known he would never have come within a million miles of her.  “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”

Only then did Serena move.  Her mouth was set in her classic pout, the one he’d found so alluring the first day they met, the one that had been his downfall. 

In one fluid movement she slid off the sofa and slipped on her panties.  Then she was snapping her bra closed then straightening to her full height, just shy of the nipples on his chest.  She glared up at him then still not saying a word, she turned round and bent to gather up her blouse and skirt, giving him a delicious view of her pert behind.  His manhood stirred in his pants.  He groaned.  Even now his body was betraying him.

Serena dressed quickly and only then did she look him full in the face, her blue eyes flashing with anger.  “Why should I tell you?  So that you could reject me again?  That’s what you love doing, isn’t it?”

“What are you talking about?”  Roman shook his head in frustration.  The girl was not making sense.  Or was she?  At her apartment and tonight she was the one who had made the first move.  She was a virgin and yet she’d played the part of temptress so well.  He frowned as a new thought came to him.  Did she have an ulterior motive?  He had to know.

“Did you…want to get pregnant?”

Serena looked stunned.  “Is that what you think?  That I want to get pregnant?  You think I want to trap you with a baby?”

Roman gave a harsh laugh, unfazed by her look of outrage.  “Isn’t that what you women do all the time?”

Serena gasped and before he knew her intention she slapped him across the jaw.  Hard.

*****

Serena stumbled back, her palm stinging from the sharp blow she’d just given Roman.  Heart pounding, she could only stare back at his thunderous face with wide eyes.  Oh, Lord, what had she done?  Her violent reaction was an obvious shock to him but it was even more of a shock to her.  She’d never hit anyone in her life.

Roman stood there, hands balled into fists at his sides, his face drawn in a dangerous scowl.  He looked ready to wring her neck.

Serena trembled in anticipation of his wrath.  Palms wet with nervous perspiration, heart thumping loudly in her ears, she bit her trembling lip and waited for the axe to fall.

Then suddenly, and to her utter confusion, Roman’s scowl gave way to a strange look.  Was it regret?  Pain?  She could not tell.  She never got the chance to figure it out.  Without a word he picked up his jacket from the floor and strode toward the door, leaving her standing there gaping in the middle of the room.  When he slammed the door shut behind him it was with a bang of finality that left her dejected and drained.

All the tension left Serena then.  Her body sagged and she slumped down onto the sofa, feeling the strength leave her body.  Roman was gone.  And this time she knew it was not just from the room, it was from her life.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

After Roman left Serena sat for a long time, totally disgusted with herself.  She’d been stupid to think that a man like Roman Steele could have any interest in her. Of course he would want a worldly woman.  Of course he would want someone who matched his level of experience.  To him, she must seem like such a novice.  Why would he have time for someone like her?

Serena heaved a sigh and propped her chin in her cupped hands.  Why had she stayed back at the office working so late on a Friday night?  If she hadn’t, none of this would ever have happened.  But deep down inside, she realized, she’d known what she was doing.  She’d worked late into the night because she wanted to impress Roman.  She wanted to have the report finished and perfect and sitting on his desk when he got back from his trip.  And, she now realized, she’d hoped that maybe, just maybe, he’d come to the office that night and find her there.

Serena lifted her face from her hands.  The revelation hit her like a slap to the cheek.  She’d always known she wanted this man but now she knew without a doubt that she was in love with him.

The thought made Serena even more depressed.  She was in love with a man who did not love her back.  He did not even want her the way she wanted him.  That much was clear from how he’d been so quick to walk away.

She groaned.  How could she have fallen for the one man she’d met who wasn’t falling over himself to impress her?  How could she be in love with the one man who had ever looked at her with an expression of disgust?

She didn’t know how she could have fallen for the worst man in the world she could ever have chosen.  One thing she knew for certain, though:  Roman Steele must never know what she felt for him.

*****

“Serena, you’ve been there all of six weeks and you’re telling me that you’ve learned all you can?”  Richard’s voice was sharp with annoyance.  “The plan was for you to be there for six months not weeks.”

“I know, Dad,” Serena replied, trying to keep her voice calm and soothing, “but I’ve learned so much in the time I’ve been there.  I think it’s time I join you and learn about the family business.”

“I’ll have to talk to Roman about that.”  Richard sounded unconvinced.  “Is this something you both agreed on?”

“Not exactly,” she said, her voice hesitant, “but I’m sure he’ll agree that it’s time for me to move on.”

For a moment there was silence.  Then Richard spoke.  “Okay, I’ll give him a call.  But I want you to understand that if you decide to break the internship and start working with me the same rules apply.  You’ll be here to work, not play around.”

“I understand,” Serena replied, her voice subdued.  She felt a little hurt at her father’s statement but how could she blame him?  Her history had not exactly been one of dedication and interest in anything to do with the family business.

Now, though, things had changed.  She really had learned a lot from Roman and she’d also learned a lot about herself.  To her surprise she’d enjoyed the world of business, coming up with new product concepts, taking them from the seed of an idea to birth into the marketplace.  Roman had opened her eyes to her abilities and given her newfound confidence in herself.  He’d never once expressed doubt because of her lack of experience.  Instead, he supported her every step of the way, offering her diverse opportunities to utilize her talents, making her feel she belonged.  Too bad he hadn’t found it in his heart to love her, too.

She shook her head.  It was no use thinking about Roman anymore.  It was time to move out and move on.  “I’m ready to join you, Dad,” she said, her voice strong with determination. “I’ll come right away if you’ll have me.”

Serena was not surprised when her father called her late that afternoon to tell her that Roman had agreed that she’d learned enough from him and she was ready to move on to the family business.  No, she wasn’t surprised, but she could not help feeling hurt that he’d made no attempt to keep her.  Her father made it sound as if Roman had not even questioned her decision to move on.  She sighed.  He was probably glad to see the back of her.

The day she packed up her things and left the offices of Steele Industries, Roman was nowhere to be seen.  He hadn’t even had the courtesy to come and wish her well.  Obviously, she was of so little importance to him that he could not even spare the time to bid her goodbye.  Well, if he wasn’t thinking about her, then she certainly wouldn’t think about him.  At least, that was what she told herself.  Easier said than done.

Serena started at Van Buren and Associates the following Monday morning.  There was no fanfare at her arrival and she didn’t expect it.  She was treated like a regular employee, assigned to her task, and instructed to execute them according to deadline just like everyone else. 

Eventually, as she learned more about the business she began to take more initiative.  She asked her father to allow her to work more closely with the heads of each department so she could learn as much as possible in the shortest amount of time.  She spent a few days in the manufacturing plant working with the operations manager, then with the sales manager working in the field, then with the marketing director meeting with the advertising agency.

Every evening she went home feeling satisfied with a day well spent, knowing that soon she would become a valuable asset to her father.  She would be one of the few people in the company with such a broad knowledge base, covering all aspects of the company’s operations.

Despite all that her nights ended with a feeling of dejection.  She could not get Roman Steele off her mind.  He was always in her thoughts but was he thinking about her, too?  She doubted it.

Sometimes she wondered if she’d made a mistake in declining her father’s offer for her to move back home.  No, she told him.  She needed this feeling of independence.  It was part of growing up.  She’d even reminded him of the speech he’d given her about budgeting.  How would she ever learn if she didn’t have to live within her means?  And so they’d agreed that, at least for one year, she would remain a salaried employee and she’d be responsible for her own bills.  She’d be leading the corporation one day.  This was just another part of her preparation for that day.

The drawback was that she was left all alone each evening with no one to talk to, no one to reign in her mind that constantly wandered to a man who could not care less about her.

And what was the use of having friends who were halfway across the world?  Serena sighed and picked up the phone.  She’d call the one person in the world she knew she could always talk to, no matter what the time of day.

Sylvie picked up the phone on the third ring.  “Hello?”  Her voice was bright and cheerful, no matter that it was almost eleven o’clock at night.

“Grandma, can you talk?”  Serena tried to keep her voice light and happy but there was a tremble to it that must have given her away.

“Are you alright?”  There was a world of concern in Sylvie’s voice.

“I’m fine,” she replied with a soft sigh.  “I just need to talk.”

“It’s about Roman, isn’t it?”

Serena bit her lip.  “How did you know?”

Sylvie chuckled softly into the phone.  “I know you, Serena.  Your father told me about your sudden departure from Steele Industries.  That could only mean one thing.  You had a falling out with Roman.  And it had nothing to do with work.”

“But how could you know?”