Men With Power: Seduced by a Billionaire (4 page)

“
Woah,
I lost track of time there. Our taxis will be here soon. You better
get dressed.”

Feeling
a sudden sense of rejection, I look for my clothes before remembering
I left them in the office. He sees my face, and pulls me close to
him.

“
Not
that I want you to cover up. I could look at you all day long,”
he whispers into my ear. He slides his hand onto my ass and I wince
slightly.

“
I
hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”

To
my surprise, I find I did. All of a sudden I'm excited about the
possibilities this room might offer. Scared, yes, but definitely
excited.

Evan
wraps a robe from the closet around me and we head back down to his
office, where I dress and try to compose myself. Down here, in the
normal surroundings of the office, it's hard to believe that the
secret room even exists. The last hour seems like a very erotic
dream. But my mind is full of questions I barely dare ask.

“
Evan-”
I begin, but the sound of his phone interrupts me.

“
Your
taxi is here, Iris. I think it's time I got you home. Can't keep you
working late on your first day, now can I?”

I
smile ruefully and shake my head. Suddenly he's back in Boss mode,
and I wonder if his offer was serious. Maybe this will be our first
and last encounter. The thought fills me with sadness. He escorts me
to the elevator, and rides back down to the lobby. The doors slide
open, and I move towards them, but he reaches across and hits the
close button. Before I can say anything, I'm in his arms, and he is
kissing me passionately. He pulls away and looks me in the eye.

“
Thank
you for your company this evening, Iris. It really has been lovely
getting to know you better. Until tomorrow?”

“
Tomorrow,”
I say, “I'll see you tomorrow.”

“
Nine
o'clock sharp,” he says cheerfully, and ushers me out of the
elevator with a final pat on the bottom.

I
am sliding into the back of the car when I get that feeling again;
that weird sensation of being watched. I look up and see George
exiting the building, face like thunder, eyes locked on me. Oh God,
has he seen me with Evan? I'd assumed that the office was empty, but
with such a huge building, I guess we should have been more careful.
My first instinct is to slam the car door shut, but I know he's
already seen me. He pauses on the pavement to put up his umbrella,
and I lift my hand in a lame little wave. He looks me directly in the
eye, and there is something in his look that I can't quite read. It
makes me nervous. George gives me a curt little nod, then lifts the
umbrella and marches away. I realize I've been holding my breath, and
finally let it out as I sink back into the plush leather seats. My
body feels drained, weak and yet entirely satisfied. Everything still
feels unreal; only the slight ache between my legs convinces me that
it wasn't all a dream. I push George to the back of my mind,
convinced that I'm just being paranoid. He wouldn't have seen
anything. He can't suspect. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I
retrieve it swiftly.

“
Hi,
Mum.”

“
Where
on earth are you? Are you still waiting for the train?”

“
It
was cancelled...work got me a taxi.”

“
Ooh,
check you out, that's rather posh. It was a good first day then?”

I
can't help smiling, feeling that familiar thrill rush through me.
There's something fun about having a secret.

“
You
could say that, Mum, yeah.”

I
hang up and watch the world pass by through the tinted windows. Yes,
I think to myself, I am quite looking forward to work tomorrow.