Boxed Set: Rocked by a Billionaire – Vol. 1-3 (7 page)

The view from the bar was simply staggering. Beneath us, the city shimmered with a thousand lights. I had arrived chaperoned by the Dufresnes, but some of the participants from the afternoon’s meeting were already there. I opted for a glass of wine and began to talk to the members of the team, when an arm rested on my shoulder and interrupted the group.

– Do you like New York? Whispered the tanned, blond-haired man from the afternoon, casually stroking my shoulder blade as if we were close friends.

I moved away slightly and was going to answer rather coolly when I saw Sacha enter the room, still accompanied by his beautiful Latina, who was wearing a sublime gold lamé dress. I took a large gulp of wine, which went down the wrong way, and the blond guy took advantage of this to handle me more firmly on the pretext of helping me. Sacha called over to him and he left me standing in the middle of the room, like an idiot, as he headed towards Sacha and the brunette.

– I see you’re trying your luck with both of them, you sad thing!

– I beg your pardon? Arnaud confronted me with a hurtful look on his face which I hadn’t seen before.

– You know perfectly well what I mean. Sleeping with Goodman isn't enough, you’ve got to have Brown too!

– Brown? No, of course not...

– Goodman must have told him you’re easy, continued Arnaud with the same disdain. And now his friend is moving in too!

– What’s wrong with you? I am not...

But Arnaud had already turned away.

The meal which followed should have been enjoyable, but I had to force myself to swallow every mouthful. Arnaud’s words were swirling round in my head. Sacha’s and Richard Brown’s attitudes – it all added up, came together, made sense. I was the little French girl they had brought over to have it off with. I forced myself to exchange a few words with my neighbour, and spent the rest of the time casting my eyes coolly and detachedly over the other guests. Sacha didn’t even seem to notice my attitude, he was so involved with his brunette. At the end of the meal, I couldn’t take any more; I jumped up and asked everyone to excuse me, but jet lag had got the better of me and I needed to go back to the hotel. I left quickly. In less than two minutes, I was outside and took a deep breath of fresh air. I was hailing a taxi when a firm hand grasped hold of my arm and forced me to turn round. Sacha was towering over me, with a dark look in his eyes.

– Why are you leaving Liz? Your attitude is verging on rudeness! Is that how young ladies are brought up in France?

– I’m tired, I’d rather go back…

A taxi stopped and I dived inside.

But Sacha wasn’t going to leave it there. He pushed me over and sat down next to me just as I was giving the hotel address to the driver. I turned my head, determined to face him. I was trembling with rage.

– Leave me alone, Sacha Goodman! OK? I want to go back to my hotel, that’s all. And I turned my head away so he wouldn’t see the tears I could no longer hold back.

– Look at me, Liz! Look at me… He grabbed hold of my chin and forced me to turn my head round, at the same time giving the driver a different address. Liz… Liz… his voice became languorous… What can I say, Liz? I’ve dreamed of the taste of your lips, I’ve wanted to taste every bit of your skin again… Liz… His lips were now just millimetres from mine, I could feel their warmth, almost see the beating of his heart, which was getting faster.

I pulled his hands off me and between sobs, muttered:

– Did you tell your colleague he could have his way with me? Am I the easy little intern everyone on your staff will want to sleep with? Tell me the truth… I said, almost as a challenge.

He looked at me, shocked, then burst out laughing.

– Are you mad? You should know, Liz, that I don’t share. Is it what Richard said this afternoon that's made you say that? Come on, don’t be childish... I’ll have a word with him… and make it clear that you are mine and mine only…

As he spoke, he kissed my hair and my hands, covering me in tender kisses.

All my anger disappeared. Oh yes, I am yours.

– I don’t want you to think I’m easy, I added, as if to convince myself that my honour was at stake here.

– Shhh! Be quiet. And he thrust his tongue into my mouth…

By the time the taxi stopped in front of Sacha’s building, I was no longer thinking about Arnaud Dufresne or Richard Brown, and even less about the statuesque brunette… My whole body was entirely abandoned to my lover’s burning kisses. I barely saw the doorkeeper in the entrance hall as Sacha led me straight into the lift and pressed button 15. Fifteen floors, during which every part of my anatomy was rubbed, caressed and touched. My whole body was on fire. My crotch was burning. I would have liked to tear at it myself. It seemed like my breasts were trying to burst through the material of my dress so they could touch Sacha’s body. He too was brimming over with desire. When we arrived on the 15th floor, he dragged me out of the corner of the lift, lifted me up as if I were a feather and pushed me against a wall. I couldn’t tell where I was – a corridor? an entrance? I closed my eyes, completely given over to the desire consuming me from inside. I didn’t care where I was, I couldn’t take my mouth off his, I put my nose into his hair and lapped up everything that was happening around my tongue. He suddenly pulled up my dress and cupped my butt in his hands. My knickers fell to the ground, I curled my legs around his waist and, before I had time to react, he penetrated me.

It was wild. Incredibly intense. He was pounding me frantically and I was clinging to the wall as hard as I could… I couldn’t stop myself coming loudly, accompanied by Sacha’s moans.

5.
Mistakes and misunderstandings

I was not sure where I was when I woke up the next morning. Daylight was coming in through a large window and tickling my nose. I opened one eye and then the other, dazzled by the sun. Opposite me, the wall was intersected by a glass strip which covered two thirds of the room. I propped myself up on my elbows. Sacha’s odour filled the room. The space next to me was empty, however, although I could see from the state of the bed that he had been there recently. I stretched out for a while, long enough to remember all the details of the previous evening. I had fallen asleep almost immediately after Sacha had taken me so brutishly… Ouch, the insides of my thighs were still rather sore. I stood up and admired the décor of the bedroom: the brown leather-covered bed head, the oak parquet flooring and the recesses of exotic wood. It was opulent yet modern at the same time. I got up, went into the en-suite bathroom, cleaned my teeth and put on a bathrobe. I had no idea what time it was. The place was completely silent.

I pushed the door, quietly. A wide corridor led to several rooms, but all the doors were closed. I moved forwards timidly and entered a huge living room completely bathed in natural light. Wow, what an apartment! Just this room on its own was as big as Maddie’s apartment, which was huge itself! 120 square metres? 150 maybe? I couldn’t be far off. There was parquet flooring throughout the room, and an incredible rough concrete fireplace took pride of place in the centre. The sparse yet imposing furniture fitted the enormous space perfectly. I thought I could see the outline of a kitchen behind the fireplace. There too, the combination of old and contemporary was perfect. As in the bedroom, most of the room was glazed, but here the bay window extended right up to the ceiling and covered the entire frontage. I approached one of the bay windows and had the impression that I was above the city, that I could touch the tops of the trees below the terrace. None of the buildings around were taller than this one and nothing opposite blocked the view of the staggering panorama; it was simply incredible in a city like New York.

Two strong arms softly embraced me and brought me out of my pensive lethargy. Sacha was standing behind me; he smelt divinely good.

– Sleep well? he asked, planting a kiss in the hollow of my neck.
I quivered.

– Yes. It’s fabulous. Where are we?

– In Greenwich Village. What you can see in the distance is the Hudson River. Maybe I’ll take you for a boat ride if you’re good… and I’ll take you on the deck!
I raised an eyebrow. But his hand had already untied the belt of my bathrobe and found its way to my breast, while his other arm was holding my shoulders, preventing me from moving. With his face, still nestled in my neck, he whispered:

– But you know, we can do that just as well here!

His grip loosened. I turned round. He was in his bathrobe too. I looked him straight in the eye, undid the knot of his belt and revealed his erect penis. I had only one desire – to swallow it whole – but Sacha was already pulling my head back and nibbling my earlobes. The bathrobes fell to the floor. We were standing, completely naked, in front of the huge bay window, bathed in the harsh light of day. I was not usually all that comfortable with nudity in general, and with my body in particular, but under the touch of such an accomplished lover I felt as if I might be growing wings. Sacha abandoned my earlobes and licked the tips of my breasts. I started to moan. He picked me up and carried me to the sofa. I arched my back and adopted a position that could not have been more lascivious, with my eyes half-closed and my legs slightly apart. Sacha took his time, letting his eyes wander calmly over my nudity. Did he find me beautiful? I blushed slightly. No man had ever looked at me (or more accurately, examined me) like that. As if to put an end to my doubts, he said:

– I’m going to devour you. Taste each little bit of you. I’m going to enter you so deeply that it hurts, I’ll make each tiny bit of this exquisite body come…

I wanted to shout yes, yes, take me, swallow me, suck me, do what you want with me.
But I said nothing, merely wetting my bottom lip with my tongue and becoming even wetter in my crotch, deeply aroused by his words. He lay on top of me, put his hands on either side of my face, and ran his tongue over my quivering skin. Sacha didn’t have a massive physique. The first time I met him I’d thought he was built like a swimmer, but there, with my eyes half closed, I could admire his bulging muscles and virile torso, his powerful arms and the lines of his veins, which throbbed along his neck. He was even more handsome during sex. Completely raw – pure force.
When his head disappeared between my legs, I relaxed completely and let myself go slack like a rag doll. He teased my clitoris with the tip of his tongue so skilfully that I was overcome by orgasm before he had even penetrated me. But when his erection entered my intimacy, every fibre of my most personal muscles exploded in waves of pleasure.

– You’re so good, he moaned. Tight and lubricated, just right…

– I do my best, I replied between spasms.

He quieted me by kissing me with astonishing gentleness – a contrast with his thrusting. Once again, the union of our two bodies was perfect. We were in tune with each other, our pleasure escalating at the same rate. I even felt his ejaculation fill my belly just as a second orgasm drained me of energy. He slumped onto me, without crushing or pressing on me, while he got his breath back. I caressed his hair, scarcely feeling that I had just gone through something so fierce. He got up and grabbed our two bathrobes.

– Come on, go and get ready quickly if you don’t want to get into trouble. We’re leaving for the office in twenty minutes. I’ll make some coffee and toast while you take a shower.

I had spent another night with Sacha! I wanted to sing and dance and lay all my doubts to rest. Sacha. My Sacha. My man. I was roused by a slap on the butt, Sacha was watching me sternly.

– Come on, stop fantasising. This is no time for daydreams. Go and have a shower… You’ll find some clothes on the bed.

I turned round as Sacha disappeared into what must have been the kitchen and I noticed an overhead staircase made of aluminium and glass. This vast apartment had more than one floor.

As on the previous day, we spent much of the day holed up in the meeting room on the management floor of Goodman & Brown. The action plan for the forthcoming merger required a lot of preparatory work. I worked hard, took notes, prepared the files requested by Mr Dufresne and drafted summaries of the cases we had concluded in France and in Europe. The Asian market, which I had done a lot of work on in Paris over the last two years, was often at the heart of the discussions.

Sacha remained very professional all day, not giving anything away about our night together. The brunette was no longer around – a great relief which added a bit more sunshine to a day which already seemed perfect in every respect, or almost. I had rarely felt this self-assured in my life. In fact, I was bursting with confidence and felt particularly comfortable with everyone present; the night I had spent with the man leading the whole meeting made me feel even more self-assured.

But as the day progressed I couldn’t stop doubts rising up, insidiously, deep within me. What I had believed this morning to be professionalism became a much more uncertain feeling in the afternoon. Somewhere between indifference and ignorance? Something like that. Sacha and Richard Brown lunched alone with Mr Dufresne and Arnaud, while the rest of us employees ate together. I obviously hadn’t been expecting him to roll out the red carpet, and I would have been incredibly embarrassed if he had made any inappropriate comments or gestures, especially after what Arnaud had inferred the previous day. But nevertheless, a quick glance, a smile, surely that wouldn’t have hurt him. But there was nothing. It was as if I didn’t exist…
Was he ashamed? And apparently I was so 'good'. Yeah... just so long as no one found out, right?

When I returned to my hotel that evening, I was no longer in anything like the same mood as I had been in the morning. My blissful optimism had been replaced by a dull ache. I had been taken for a ride yet again by the deceitful Sacha Goodman, who had completely ignored me when I walked past him on the way to the lift as I left. He had not even deigned to raise his head. What an idiot I was.

I had barely closed the door behind me when there was a knock. It was Arnaud, more sanctimonious than ever.

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