The Billionaire's Desire

The Billionaire’s Desire

Submitting to the Billionaire Series - Book 1 of 3

by

Ashley Blake

Published by Lovely Day. Copyright, 2012 by Ashley Blake.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This is a work of fiction. All names,
characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination,
or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or
dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may
be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission
in writing from the author.

      
Chapter 1

            It was 6:30 A.M. and I was
running late for work.  I had recently graduated from college at the age of 32
and I was determined to be a huge success.  I had landed a coveted summer
internship (although it was unpaid) with Hunter International, a
global investment banking and
securities firm,
and this was only my
third week.  They usually only accepted students going into their senior year
of college for the intern program, but they made an exception for me because of
my non-traditional background and my academic record.  There were three interns
in the program and we were all vying for the same permanent position in the
investment banking unit of the firm. The other two interns were young college
students.  I was hoping my age and life experience would give me an advantage
over the younger students.  I was extremely focused and prided myself on my
attention to detail.  I really wanted to make a good impression so that my boss
would hire me on full time at the end of the internship.  I busted my butt at
the office doing whatever anyone asked of me and helping out in any way
possible. 

            I felt so proud to have landed
an internship with Hunter International because the CEO, Joshua Hunter, had a
stellar reputation.  He wanted to be seen as a regular person and did not
flaunt his wealth.  I had heard that he rode the train to work every day with
his security detail so that he could experience what the average citizen
experienced riding to work on a daily basis. 

            I had also heard from people
around the office that he was an extremely conservative, serious and driven
person.  He was fair but very strict.  He was an eternal bachelor, never
married, no kids and apparently no girlfriend.  In my experience, people like
that always had another side; they had a different edge that they didn’t want
anyone to know about.  Maybe I was wrong this time.  It didn’t matter.  My goal
was to be offered a permanent position, and not to speculate about the private
life of a billionaire.

            Mine wasn’t the typical story
where you go to high school, go straight to college, graduate in four years,
and then try to find a job as a fresh faced 21 year old.  I had been out of
high school for several years now and I had spent the last few years raising my
two younger brothers.  Our parents were hit by a drunk driver on their way home
one night, the summer after my senior year of high school.  I didn’t want to
get out of bed after our parents died but I knew I had to take care of my
brothers.  We didn’t have any other family, it was just us.  I immediately put
college, and the rest of my life, on hold and took care of them.  They both
graduated from college, found great jobs and were living on their own.  After I
knew they were going to be okay, it was time to focus on myself. 

            My love life was on the back
burner for the time being as I focused on my career goals.  That’s not to say I
wasn’t interested in finding someone special.  I’d had boyfriends along the
way, but no one serious.  I was an extremely sexual person and I did miss sex. 
My battery powered friend was the only thing giving me that special
satisfaction between my legs and it was time I found the real thing.  I would
have to figure that out soon but for now I was focused on making a great
impression at work.  I wanted to be a partner with Hunter International one day
and landing a permanent position with them would be my first step to the top. 
I planned to soak up as much knowledge as possible during this internship and
then somehow I was going to get them to hire me on full time. 

            I had an apartment in the
suburbs, because it’s cheaper to live there, and I commuted in to downtown for
work.  I liked to get into the office early before most other people so I took
the 7:05 train every day.  I had overslept that morning and was rushing to make
the train.  I grabbed my purse and my keys and ran out the door.  The train was
just pulling up to the station when I got there and I ran to the third car, my
heels clicking on the pavement.  The commuter trains were so much nicer than
the city trains.  I liked to sit in that train car because it had the largest
bathroom and I occasionally used it to finish getting ready if I was running
late.

            The train had two levels and I
preferred to sit on the second level which was almost always empty…except for
him.  I saw him on the train every day for the last three weeks and he
literally took my breath away.  He was so gorgeous.  Men that gorgeous usually
had several women in their rolodex, and if he was rich too?  There was no way I
could get a man like that, he was way out of my league and I knew it.  Don’t
get me wrong, I was no slouch.  I was fairly attractive and relatively fit,
although I had a penchant for butter pecan ice cream which left a few extra
pounds on my backside.  But I knew I wasn’t his type so I just enjoyed my own
little fantasy life with him for 30 minutes each morning and lately, at night
too. 

            I was hoping he wouldn’t be
there today because I had zero makeup on and I’m sure I looked a mess.  I wanted
to get to the bathroom so I could finish putting on my makeup and look
presentable for the day.  I casually walked up the steps trying to look
nonchalant and not the hurried mess that I felt inside just in case he was
there.  I hit the top of the landing…and there he was.  My stomach jumped into
my throat when I saw him.  He always sat in the last row.  He was so gorgeous
and so masculine.  He had thick dark hair, and broad shoulders.  I quickly
noted his expensive suit.  He reeked of money.  His cufflinks gleamed in the
ray of sunlight peeking through the window.  Those were probably platinum and
cost more than I made in a week.  He glanced up at me with piercing dark eyes
and I felt my cheeks flush and mouth go dry as I quickly looked away and rushed
past him to the bathroom. 

            As weird as this may sound, I
loved this bathroom because it was pristine and it wasn’t a matchbox.  There
was actually room for me to change and a hook to hang my clothes if I needed
it.  I had just finished applying my makeup and was brushing my hair when just
as quickly as the door opened, it shut and the gorgeous stranger was looking
back at me in the mirror.  I tried to turn around but he leaned in and
whispered for me not to.  He was so close I could feel his body heat against my
back. 

            He looked at me in the mirror
as he spoke to me.  “For the past three weeks I’ve noticed you watching me.” 
His warm breath on my ear made me weak in the knees.  I was stunned into
silence and didn’t know what to say.  The cool porcelain of the sink felt
smooth beneath my hands as I held on to keep my balance.  “I can sense your
need.”  His hard body pressed against mine as he brushed my hair away from my
neck.  He leaned down to plant a soft kiss on my neck and his lips felt like
butter. 
I must be dreaming.
  “Tell me your name beautiful.” 
Beautiful?
 
Maybe I
was
dreaming. 

            “Sarah.”  I could barely get
it out.  My short ragged breaths made it difficult to focus. 

            “Sexy Sarah.”  His deep
seductive voice sent chills down my spine.  “I want to touch you Sarah.  I want
to make you feel good.”  It certainly wasn’t a question and he didn’t wait for
an answer.

            I made no objection as his
lips gently kissed my earlobe and his hands roamed down my hips to the hem of
my skirt and slowly made their way back up under my skirt.  I could feel his
hard member pressed between my butt cheeks.  I closed my eyes, my head turned
to the side, still holding onto the sink as he grazed the outside of my panties
with his fingers.  I sucked in a quick breath as he slid a finger inside my
drenched panties.  His lips created a trail of kisses down the soft skin behind
my ear as he found my clit.  I moaned as I leaned back into his muscular
build.  He pressed his hardened length against my backside as he wrapped his free
muscular arm around my waist pulling me even closer to him.  His hips moved
against me as he massaged my nub in small circles.  I let out a loud moan as he
slipped a finger inside my warm opening.  He hips gyrated against me as his
fingers increased their pressure on my nub.  My body responded by pressing back
into his hard length in between my cheeks.  Our clothes created a barrier but I
could feel every inch of him.  He pressed his finger deep inside of me,
stroking my walls and reached up with the hand wrapped around me to pinch my
nipple through my blouse.  He ran his tongue along my exposed neck and I
couldn’t hold back any longer.  I came hard and let out a moan that I was sure
the whole train could hear.  I leaned back against him as I shuddered, unable
to move.

            A few seconds later as I was
still catching my breath, he leaned down over my shoulder to whisper in my
ear.  “You were everything I had hoped and more.”  He then pulled himself
together, gave my cheek a light kiss and exited as quickly as he had entered. 

            I stood there dumbfounded at
what had just happened.  He awakened feelings in me that I hadn’t experienced
in a long time.  I couldn’t wear my wet panties so I took them off.  I was
cleaning myself up when I had a panicked thought. 
What if the whole train
heard me?
  
Please let me be able to go back to my seat unnoticed.
 I
didn’t know what I would say to him when I walked out.  I felt extremely
embarrassed because I had
never
done anything like that before.  It just
wasn’t who I was.  I straightened my jacket, took a deep breath and opened the
door.  He was nowhere to be seen.  I breathed a sigh of relief.  It was just as
well.  I wouldn’t have known what to say.  No one seemed to look up as I
returned to my seat so I was happy about that. 

            A little while later, I was
engrossed in a mergers and acquisition report for a big meeting that day when I
heard a deep voice directly behind me.

            “You’re going to miss your
stop.”

            The voice startled me and I
turned to see the handsome stranger waiting for me to stand up.  I glanced out
the window and saw that we were just pulling up to the downtown stop. 
Where
did he come from?
  Flustered, I quickly put the report away and fumbled as
I gathered my things.  I felt him watching me and it threw me off.  My cheeks
were burning and my hands were a little shaky.

            As I stood up and proceeded
down the steps I could feel him behind me.  My heart was pounding.  We had to
wait for the crowd from the first level to exit before we could get out.  It
suddenly occurred to me that he knew my stop.  Had
he
been watching
me
also?  As we exited the train car, I turned to say I don’t know what to him
about what had happened in the bathroom but he disappeared into the crowd.  I
felt a twinge of disappointment as I stood on tiptoe trying to spot him in the
crowd ahead of me.  Oh well, at least this would give me time to figure out
what I would say to him when I saw him again.