The Billionaire's Student: A BBW, Alpha Billionaire Romance (5 page)

6
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After unpacking and putting away my stuff, I’d opted to take a shower because I felt a bit grimy. I got so lost in the warm pulsing jets of water that by the time I finally dragged myself away from the seemingly never ending stream of hot water, I discovered I was going to be late for dinner if I didn’t hurry. A little thrill shot through my body as the memory of what had happened the last time I was late flashed through my mind.

The feeling of being bent over his desk while his powerful hand smacked against the bare flesh of my ass remained fresh in my mind even after weeks of absence. I could almost sense the outline of his hand on my bottom as I rushed out of the bathroom. As much as the memory of the spanking excited me, I decided I wasn’t quite ready to test his patience by being late twice in a row.

I slid a pale, pink sundress over my head and quickly stepped into a pair of white, cotton panties. I frowned as I skimmed them up my legs and over my curvy hips. Despite the fact that I was inexperienced, I decided that my time wearing the plain underwear needed to come to an end.

Whenever I received my first personal expenses check, I’d buy some new, slightly sexy panties. By no means did I intend to go full out slut, but I thought it wouldn’t hurt to invest in some lace.

Grabbing the hair dryer from where I’d left it on the vanity, I plugged it in and quickly dried my hair. I knew I didn’t have time to dry it completely, but hopefully I could get it dry enough that I didn’t look like a drowned rat. With one eye on the clock, I scrunched up my auburn curls as the warm air blew through them. After a few minutes, I checked in the mirror, and determining it was passable, I clicked off the hair dryer.

Shoving my feet into the nearest available sandals, I rushed out the door and down the padded stairs. With barely a minute to spare, I skidded into the dining room. Mr. Weatherton eyed me with a raised eyebrow.

“Cutting it a bit close, aren’t we, Miss Darling?”

He sat with perfect posture in his elegantly padded dining chair, and I discovered I was correct in assuming that his idea of casual would be different from mine. He wore a pair of black trousers that I suspected was made by a designer and a button up white shirt. I suspected he’d simply removed his coat and tie from earlier in the day.

I was struck again by how handsome he was. His blonde waves didn’t quite touch his shoulders, so I guessed he must’ve had his hair cut since I last saw him.

Breathing a little harder than normal, I strode over and sat down in the chair next to him. I knew it was the correct one to sit in because it was the only other spot at the table with linen and silverware set out for it.

“But I made it on time.”

I could’ve sworn the corner of his mouth ticked upwards as if he were about to smile, but it disappeared so quickly, I couldn’t be certain.

“Try not to make a habit of it. Dashing in at the last minute is almost as bad as being late. It’s always better to be a little early.”

Nodding, I filed that tidbit away for later. On time actually meant be early. Check.

“How are you settling in?”

Mr. Weatherton asked as the cook, whose name I still didn’t know, strode into the room with two steaming plates in her hands. She placed them in front of us, the heavenly smell from the food wafting to my noise and making my mouth water. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was.

“I’ve got most of my stuff put away.”

I took a bite of the dish and almost moaned at the burst of flavor. Whatever the meal was, it was delicious. I didn’t know much about food, but I at least knew that whatever I was eating was Italian in origin.

“Good. Did you find your accommodations satisfactory?”

“Oh yes!” I gushed. “I love my room! It’s beautiful.”

He did smile then.

“I’m glad you like it. I had a couple of disagreements with the decorator on some of the pieces.”

Somehow, I couldn’t imagine anyone disagreeing with him. He exuded authority, power, and confidence naturally in a way that some men only dreamed of doing. The meaning behind his words suddenly hit me. Surely he hadn’t personally picked out everything in my room?

We spent the rest of the meal making small talk, and it passed quickly. Despite the powerful aura surrounding Mr. Weatherton, by the time we’d finished eating, I’d discovered that he was really easy to talk to. He had a way of letting you know that you had his undivided attention.

Several times during the meal, I’d looked up to find his eyes on me and felt a shiver from the heat radiating from them. Did he level such looks of intensity at everyone? I felt he must.

Surely, he didn’t find anything in me even slightly attractive. Why would he? I was certain he could have his pick of any woman he wanted, which meant there was no way he’d want a curvy girl who had a little more junk in the trunk than your average supermodel. Besides, he was way out of my league.

I stood and excused myself from the table. With a nod to Mr. Weatherton, I left the room, deciding that I would explore the mansion a little since I had not been able to do so before supper. The door to the mysterious rec room caught my attention as I exited the dining room. The pull it exerted on me was undeniable. However, after Howard’s stern warning and Mr. Weatherton’s close proximity, I thought it best if I didn’t let my curiosity get the better of me.

My exploration uncovered quite a few lavishly decorated rooms. I found a library, several sitting rooms, an extravagant number of bathrooms, and an open room I assumed must be a ballroom, a small theater room, a game room, and a gym.

The discovery of the game room rather amused me as I just could not visualize Jace Weatherton playing arcade games or a game of pool, not to mention that the brightly lit and decorated room seemed quite out of place in the lavish mansion. Besides the fact, if Mr. Weatherton had a gym and a room full of arcade games and game tables, then what exactly did he have in his private rec room?

7
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The first couple of weeks went by in a blur as I settled into my new routine. Mr. Weatherton had set up a small office for me in a little room off of his home office. I actually thought it very likely that it had once been a closet because I’d not seen any rooms anywhere near this small in the mansion, not even the bathrooms. Mainly, I sat at my gleaming cherry wood desk and answered the phone or typed up communications or emails for Mr. Weatherton. I also kept an eye on his appointment book to ensure that he didn’t miss any scheduled events.

Everything had been so routine that the first startling encounter I’d had with him almost seemed like a dream. The problem was, the dream turned me on so much that every day I toyed with the idea of being late just to see what Mr. Weatherton would do to me. Would he spank me again? Something inside me seemed to want him to.

I didn’t understand why I felt that way I did, but I often found my mind wandering with thoughts of Mr. Weatherton bending me over his lap and spanking me again, but my lustful thoughts didn’t end there. I found myself imagining him taking me forcefully, claiming me as his own with thrust after powerful thrust.

“Miss Darling!”

I looked up from my desk to find Mr. Weatherton standing in the doorway with a frown marring his handsome face. Immediately my heart tripped in my chest. Would he punish me for daydreaming?

“I’m sorry, Mr. Weatherton, what did you say?”

“I don’t enjoy having to repeat myself, Miss Darling.”

He took two steps into my little office, which put him directly in front of my desk. I felt my face heat up and was surprised he couldn’t hear the booming of my heart as I waited to see what fate would befall me. He placed his hands flat on my desk and leaned in so that his face was mere inches from mine. His dark eyes shined hard and had an almost cruel glint in them.

“If I find that I’m having to repeat myself often to you, I might need to think of a way to ensure that I always have your utmost attention. Do you understand?”

I shuddered. I couldn’t help it. His voice had dropped to a deep growl, and it made something low inside me tighten. The timbre of his voice promised that whatever he came up with would be an experience I would likely never forget.

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

“Good.” He took his hands from my desk and stood up straight. “We are having a guest at dinner tonight, so I would like for you to dress more formally.” He turned his back on me and strode from the room.

A guest? I wondered who it could be. In the two weeks that I’d lived in his mansion, I’d never seen anyone but business associates or employees. A sudden thought hit me, and a bolt of panic shot through me.

Dress more formally? Our meals up to this point had been casual, and so I hadn’t given a thought to the possibility that it might change. I had enough money from my weekly stipend to buy something that would fit a formal setting, but I’d not yet done so.

A quick check of my watch told me that I wouldn’t be able to dash out and pick up something before dinner. There wasn’t enough time. What was I going to do?

I closed up my office and rushed up the stairs to my room. When I threw open the door, I found a surprise waiting for me on my bed. A white garment bag was laid across the coverlet, and a note was attached to it.

I thought you might not yet have gotten to the chance to expand your wardrobe, so I took the liberty of picking out a dress for you to wear to dinner tonight. –J.W
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A thrill shot through me. Jace Weatherton never seemed to miss a beat, and he never failed to surprise me in ways I didn’t expect. First, he personally picked out the furnishings and decorations for my room. Then, he designed my small office.

Now, he’d already figured me out enough to know that I wouldn’t be prepared for a formal dinner and went to the trouble of making sure I had something to wear. Did the man pay this much attention to all of his employees? Surely he did. There was nothing about me so special as to garner such thoughtfulness.

I gasped when I pulled the dress out of the bag. The rich green material felt silky soft as it cascaded through my fingers. Delicate jewel accents around the neckline caught the overhead light and sparkled brightly. It was the most beautiful dress I’d ever seen. Gently laying it back on the bed, I hurried into the bathroom for a quick shower.

I hated that I didn’t have time to properly see to my thick mane of hair. Dinner time was coming up fast, and I still had to freshen up my make up and get dressed, so there was no time to wash and style my hair.

Once I’d lathered soap all over my body and rinsed off, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. I dried my skin and padded into my room. The gorgeous dress required better underwear than my normal plain, white cotton. Luckily, new underwear was something I had actually made time to go out and buy.

I went to my dresser and opened the drawer that held my new purchases. Even though I’d bought them after my first check, I hadn’t yet worn any of them. I guess subconsciously I’d been waiting for a special occasion.

I pulled out a lacy, black pair and eyed them. I’d opted for a bikini cut because I couldn’t quite bring myself to buy a thong. There was just something about the idea of having a strip of material stuck between my cheeks that bothered me.

Slipping the panties up my curvy legs, I tugged them over my hips. They were a snug fit but a few steps around the room told me that they weren’t going to ride up. I walked over to the bed and picked up the dress.

The top was made in such a way that I couldn’t wear a normal bra with it, and I didn’t own a strapless one. It couldn’t be helped now. I would just have to go without.

I unzipped the dress just enough to allow me to step into it and pulled it up over my rounded hips. Reaching behind me, I stretched my arm back and managed to get ahold of the zipper and slid it up.

I smoothed the dress down and padded across the soft carpet to stand in front of the full length mirror that stood near my make-up table. When I looked at my reflection, I frowned slightly. The dress definitely was beautiful, and it hugged my frame, molding against my body. Which was the problem. It hugged my curves a little too much.

Normally, I wore my clothes a little loose in order to hide my curves. Some curves you wanted to accentuate, but others you didn’t. In my case, I didn’t want my clothes clinging to the extra weight I carried around. I mean, I wasn’t obese by any stretch of the imagination, but I had more meat on my bones than I liked. As I said, I most definitely wasn’t a supermodel.

I sighed and slowly turned in a circle in front of the mirror. Oh well, there wasn’t anything I could do about it. It was my own fault that I hadn’t gone shopping and picked out a dress myself that didn’t fit quite so snugly.

I just had to make the best of the situation. Maybe Mr. Weatherton would be distracted enough by the low cut neckline that he wouldn’t pay any attention to the rest of me.

I quickly pulled my hair up into an up-do that looked more natural with my attire than a regular ponytail, making sure to allow a few curls to hang down on the side to frame my face. Sitting in front of the mirror, I grabbed my make-up and dabbed some on my face.

I added a bit more than I normally wore as I felt the formal occasion called for it. Satisfied that I’d done the best I could, I grabbed a simple pair of earrings and then my watch.

Oh shit
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I was gonna be late.