Men With Power: Seduced by a Billionaire (2 page)

I
regret turning him down as soon as I step out of the glass doors. It
is dark, and the rain is lashing down, with a fierce wind chasing it
under my umbrella and right into my face. Good old London weather,
always reliably miserable. I've missed the bus, so I totter towards
the station, cursing the inevitable blisters on my heels. All I want
to do is get home and curl up with my book. Finally I reach the
station and push my way down the stairs with the mass of my fellow
commuters. We reach the concourse, check the departures board, and
let out a collective groan. Train cancelled. Leaves on the line,
perhaps, or the wrong kind of rain?  The next one won't leave
until ten to nine. Damn. I do the calculations in my head, and
realize that the bus will take so long it won't be worth it. Guess
I'm stuck waiting. Brilliant. Resigned to a miserable, damp wait in
the chilly station, I find a spot on one of the uncomfortable plastic
benches. At least, I think to myself, I have my book. 

About
half an hour has passed, and I am engrossed in a fresh chapter, when
I hear my name. At first I ignore it, figuring they're calling to
someone else. I don't want to look like an idiot. I've had enough of
that today. But then the male voice calls again.
"Iris?
Is that you?"
I
lower my book, and Evan is right in front of me, towering over me in
his long trench coat. His hair has curled slightly around the temples
in the wet weather, and it gives him a boyish look. I am struck again
by how handsome he is. 
"I
thought it was. Were you waiting for the Gillingham service?"
"That
was the idea. Didn't realize it would be quite this long,
however."
He
gives one of his dashing smiles. "You can always rely on the
railway to let you down." He glances at the book in my lap.
"I've had that on my bookshelf for about three weeks now, keep
meaning to get round to it.  That's the problem with being the
boss. People are always wanting you to do things. Really cuts in to
your reading time." We both laugh.
"Well,"
I offer, "if you do have a spare hour or two, it's worth
it."
"If
you think so, Iris, I shall put it to the top of my to-do list.
Listen, I was going to head back to the office and order a company
car. You should come with me, no sense hanging around here for
hours."
"Oh,
that's kind, but I'll be fine, honestly..."
"No,
I won't hear of it. No use being head of the company if you can't
help your staff out from time to time. Come on, we'll run back to the
office and I'll order a taxi." He holds out his hand to help me
up . I feel a little shiver of excitement. I really shouldn't be
doing this, I know...but he offered. And I've already turned down one
ride today, and look where that got me. Anyway, if the head of the
company wants to pay me some attention, is that such a bad thing? I'm
a big girl. I can handle myself.
"Well,
if you're sure." 

Evan
pulls out his cell phone as we hurry along the pavement. 
"They
won't be able to get here until eight," he says as he hangs up,
"guess they're busy in this weather. We can wait in my office. A
client sent me a rather nice bottle of red wine this morning, if
you'd like to help me sample it?"
"Sounds
lovely."

We
ride up in the lift in silence. Evan is tapping away on his
blackberry, giving me a chance to study him. There is something
intensely sexy about the way he holds himself, a straight back and
strong, square shoulders. There is a sensuous curve to his lips,
which always seem to have a slight smile, as if he knows something
nobody else does. The secret of success, perhaps. The air in the
small space fills with his scent, and it stirs something deep within
me. I am hungry, I realize, hungry for his touch. It has been months
since I have been held by a man, and after a lonely, heartbroken
summer, I am craving some body heat. I realize simultaneously that I
am biting my lip, and that he is watching me do it. Damn. There is a
distinct twinkle in his eye, and we hold each others gaze for a
moment. Then a ping tells us we've reached the right floor. Breathing
a little harder, I follow him out of the lift and down the corridor
to his office. Into the lion's den.
"Grab
a seat, I'll track down some glasses," he says, rummaging in a
large cabinet. Is he feeling this tension between us, or is it all in
my head? It's hard to tell. Flirting comes naturally to him, that
much is clear. And he's old enough to be my father, just about. He
opens the wine with a professional flair, and pours a generous few
inches into a glass. As he hands it to me, his fingers just brush my
wrist, and my skin blazes with heat. There's just something about
this guy. I swirl the rich liquid in the glass, trying to look like I
know what I'm doing, and inhale its heady aroma.
"A
rather good vintage, I'm sure you'll agree." Evan takes a sip.
"Much like myself." Wow, did he just wink? Nobody else
could get away with that cheesy line, but he delivers it with his
tongue just far enough in his cheek. 
"I
suppose you are quite well preserved, for your age." I'm not
sure where this confidence is coming from, but I feel naughty enough
to tease him. He pretends to look wounded.
"That's
quite enough, young lady. I am still your boss, you know. Let's
toast." He comes round to the front of the desk and perches in
front of me, so our legs are nearly touching. Ok, this is definitely
crossing the line, but somehow I don't seem to mind. He raises his
glass.
"To
the future. And a happy working relationship." Well, our
relationship seems to be working pretty happily so far...for the
second time that day, I clink glasses. The wine really is good, and
since I've only had a salad all day, I can feel it rushing straight
to my head. Half way through the glass and I already have a warm buzz
flowing through my body. Although maybe that isn't just the wine.

We
chat for a while, mostly him asking questions about my life, my
degree, my ambitions. Despite being a lowly little intern, he makes
me feel important. Like I might be going somewhere. After a day of
George's cold shoulder it's a good feeling. Suddenly we're
interrupted by my phone bleeping, letting me know I have a text. I
fish it out of my handbag. Predictably, it's just my mother,
wondering where I am. She went to meet my train, and I instantly feel
bad; I should have called.
"Is
that your boyfriend? He must be missing you."
Evan
is staring at me intently .
"I
don't have a boyfriend, actually. I was with someone for three years,
but...we broke up at the beginning of the summer. "
"I'm
sorry."
"Don't
be. It was time. He...he met someone else, but it was over before
then, really."
I
want to clap my hand over my mouth. Why on earth did I tell him that?
Even if the high powered business mogul before me was interested in
my pathetic love life, that story only made me look like a complete
loser. The kind of girl men lose interest in. The kind of girl that
gets left behind. Evan is staring at me intently. Suddenly he reaches
over and cups his hand beneath my chin, guiding my face up, forcing
me to look him in the eye. 
"Iris,
listen to me. You are clever, and you are talented. And you are
stunningly beautiful. If any guy doesn't want you, there must be
something really wrong with him."
I
don't know what to say. His touch leaves me paralysed. I can't stop
looking at his lips, saying all these sweet things, and wondering
what they would feel like pressed against mine. 

I
don't have to wait long to find out. Suddenly his arms are around my
waist and he is pulling me against him. His tongue invades my mouth,
hot and urgent, smothering me with his wine-scented kisses. God, I
want him. My body is on fire, and I can feel moisture pooling between
my legs, soaking into my favourite knickers. He backs onto the desk
and I am on him, spreading my legs as far as my tight skirt will
allow. His fingers find the buttons of my shirt, fumbling with the
damp fabric, as he exposes my cleavage. Pulling away from our kiss,
he buries his face between my breasts,  nuzzling the sensitive
skin. I am panting, desperate, as turned on as I've ever been. This
is so wrong, such a huge mistake, and yet there's no way I can stop
now. Suddenly, he stops and looks up at me, his dark eyes boring into
my own.

“
Iris,
I...we shouldn't be doing this. I just can't seem to control myself
around you. I know I'm breaking every rule in the book here, but..I
just want you too much. I've wanted you since the second I set eyes
on you.”

The
words send shivers through me, and the heat roars between my legs. He
wants me as badly as I want him.

“
If
you want me to stop,” he continues, “just say the word. I
won't hold it against you.”

I
bite my lip and take a deep breath, forcing myself to form words
though my head is spinning.

“
I...I
know we shouldn't be doing this,” I say, and his face falls
just a little, “but I really, really want to.”

He
answers me with a kiss, wrapping his fingers in my hair and pulling
me closer, like he wants to devour me. We kiss furiously, his hands
making their way to the buttons of my blouse, which he deftly
removes.

“
My
god, your breasts are amazing,” he murmurs into my neck, before
biting into the sensitive skin, making me moan. His hands trace a
path down my spine, stroking the small of my back before dipping
below the waistband of my skirt. He traces the top of my ass,
teasing, his fingers setting my skin ablaze with the gentlest of
strokes. Lowering his head to my breasts, Evan kisses my cleavage
while teasing my rock hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra.
He rubs the pad of his thumb over my sensitive nubs, sending waves of
pleasure to my already soaking pussy. I am so lost in the sensation
that I barely notice him unhook my bra, until suddenly his mouth is
on my nipple. His hot tongue swirls around it, hardening it even
further, until I think I can take no more – then he bites down.
I almost scream with the intensity of it. I never believed that it
was possible to come just through having your nipples touched, but
now I'm not so sure. I want to touch him, badly, and move my fingers
to the buttons of his shirt, but he stops me.

“
Not
yet, my lovely. I'm not finished with you.”

I
pout, but he only smiles, and with one movement pulls me to my feet.
Then he unzips my skirt and lets it fall onto the carpet. I stand
there in just my thong and my new high heels, my curves fully on
display. He looks me up and down, slowly and approvingly.

“
Put
your hands on your breasts, Iris. Feel how full they are.”

I
hesitate for a moment, but I've come this far. And his voice is so
calm, so authoritative, that it seems only natural to obey. I cup my
hands around my breasts and give them a gentle squeeze, appreciating
my own soft skin between my fingers.

“
That's
it. Now touch your nipples. Feel how hard I've made them.”

I
obey, caressing the nubs with my fingers, feeling the sexual charge
shoot straight to my throbbing clitoris. I groan, my pussy
practically begging to be touched.

“
Feels
good, doesn't it Iris? Don't shut your eyes. Look at me. Look at how
turned on your body makes me. “

I
glance down at the outline of his hard cock through his chinos. His
erection is straining through the fabric, clearly dying to be
unleashed. But not yet, apparently. He has other plans for me.

“
Now,
I want you to touch yourself for me. Show me how ready your hot
little slit is.”

My
cheeks burn, half embarrassed but increasingly aroused. He is pushing
me, daring me to be naughty. And I'm beginning to think I might like
to be pushed. Tentatively, I move my fingers from my breasts and
stroke my way down my stomach. My pussy throbs harder with
anticipation. I slip my hand under the lacy edge of my thong, and
gently stroke the neat line of my pubic hair. I glance up at Evan,
and his eyes are fixated on my hand, pleasure written all over his
face. Suddenly emboldened, I hook my fingers in my underwear and peel
them off. As I go to step out of my shoes, Evan stops me.