The Billionaire's Touch (BDSM Erotic Romance) (His Submissive, Part Two) (6 page)

Rachel turned her head in my direction, flashing a smile so sweet it could rot teeth. “
Oh, hello,
Miss Montgomery.”

Jacob gave me a gruff nod. “Good morning, Leilia.”

Rachel struck a pose, making sure I got an eyeful of the body hugging royal blue dress she wore
, pa
i
red with onyx colored stilettos that made her lean legs sing
. She was pulling out the big guns.

“I think it’s great that it’s all hands on deck for little old me,” she said, giving me a coy look. “Even the non-essential personnel.”

I opened my mouth and spied Jacob’s pained look and thought better of it. “I’m just ready to get to work. As I’m sure we all are, Miss Laraby.”

“Rachel, I insist!” she drawled. “After all, I’m not that much older than you.” She winked before strutting over to the refreshment table.

Jacob followed her an
d as soon as his back was to me,
I rolled my eyes, slumping a little in my chair. This was going to be the longest meeting of my life.

I tried to focus on ha
ppier things than the snark I knew
was in store. Like how Jacob was w
earing the hell out of a
white button down shirt and tan slacks. His pants hugged him in all the right places,
drawing my eye to the snug fit of him
.
I wanted him so bad that I could feel the dampnes
s spre
ading in my panties. My mouth watered
at the image of us wr
apped up in each other.

I forced my eyes to the table, crossing my legs and saying a prayer that I’d make it through without mouthin
g off to Rachel.

“Leila.”

I lifted my head, surprised to see Jacob staring down at me. “Y-yes?”

“I hope your room is satisfactory.”

If I’d had a pencil in my hand, I probably would’ve snapped it in two. “You hope my room is satisfactory?” I tried to take a breath, but it did me no good. “That’s all you have to say to me?”

His eyes softened, but Rachel’s laugh cut through whatever moment we were about to have and he glanced away. When he turned back to me, the mask was back in place. “We’ll talk later.”

“Oh that’s not necessary,” I said frostily. “Unle
ss you have further business or...
submissive needs, we don’t really have anything else to say.” I pushed ba
ck from the table
. “Excuse me.”

I knew he was stewing and I would get an earful later, but it was in the best interest of us both that I get a little space.

When I made it to the table, Allegra offered me some bread and cheese. “
Affamato
?” Remembering, she clarified. “Hungry?”

“Starved,” I said, taking the small crystal plate.

Allegra had a second that she probably meant
for herself, but Rachel was hovering so she offered it to her.

“No thank you, Al,” Rachel said, crinkling her nose. “Carbs go straight to my hips.” Her green eyes zeroed in on me
before she pivoted on her stilettos and strut back to the table where Jacob sat.

Allegra and I exchanged a look and I plunked a piece of bread
in my mouth, savoring it with an exaggerated moan. Allegra laughed and gave my shoulder a supportive squeeze.

“Ready?” she asked gently.

“Nope,” I said honestly, dusting off my hands. “But let’s get it over with.”

We filed over to the table and sat down, all eyes turning to Jacob.

"Alright," Jacob said
, calling the meeting to order. "I believe introductions have been made so we'll jump right in." As I flipped open my tablet and poised
the pen over the paper, his brow
arched in surprise. "Where is the
iPad
?"

"The
iPad
?" I licked my chap lips, trying hard to ignore Rachel's glare. "It's up in the room."

His mouth crossed in displeasure and I geared myself up
for a chewing out, but instead,
he leaned in, his voice quiet. "In the future, your
iPad
doesn't leave you
r side. All of the information and
important correspon
dence
will be maintained and exchanged electronically."

Duh, Lay!
"O-Of course. It won't happen again."

Rachel set her glass of ice water down and the cubes were like nails on a chalkboard. "But how would she draw hearts in the margins if she had an
iPad
?"

I looked her square in the face, a storm brewing that was
really
gonna get me in trouble.
Allegra cleared her throat, grounding me, and I just let it go, turning back to Jacob.

We discussed the press junket that was scheduled after lunch, complete with all the talking points from the director and studio. If any reporters asked
about her recent stint in rehab,
she was to refer to it as a period of growth and divert attention back to
the film. During the screening,
she was to pause for photographs only and then exit discreetly for the charity after party.

Jacob's voice deepened to the low, authoritative tone that gave me chills as he wrapped it up. "There is to be no alcohol consumption of any kind, Rachel." He gestured at her glass of water. "We've arranged for a substantial amount of Evian and
Perrier and I don't care if you
tape it to
your
wrist like a corsage, but when you're in public, no glasses, no cups. Everything is bottled and clearly H20."

She bat her eyes at him dismissively. "You and your rules."

"I mean it," he said, no undercurrent of joking to be found. "Remember what we discussed last night. My terms are
non-negotiable
."

The gasp that shot from my lips was gone before I could stifle it. The rational part of me knew tha
t it was possible
that the two of them met platonically. But since Jacob Whitmore touc
hed me, there was no room for anything except irrationality and doubt
. And Rachel squeeze
d right into that hole of uncertainty.

"Wh
at is it, sweetheart?" she said,
with
condescension
practically oozing from every word. She steepled her fingers beneath her chin and let out a gasp of her own. "Are you finally getting that the billionaire doesn't ride off into the sunset with the help?"

I shoved back from the t
able, my anger erupting from my lips.
"I'm not gonna sit here and put up with this bitch
for one more second
."

Rachel went wide eyed. "What did she
just call me?" She too stood up
, crossing her arms tight against her chest. "I refuse to work with her, Jacob. I absolutely refuse."

All eyes were on him and I could tell from the way he grit his teeth that he wasn't happy with any of us. Still, he remained quiet.

His silence only stoked her indignation. "Jakey, did you hear me? I said-"

"It's
Jacob
," he said curtly
. "And I think we all need to take a breath." He looked at each of us, daring us to question him. I had a lot more to say, but I jutted out my lip. Rachel flipped her hair. Allegra was still as a statue.

"Now," Jacob said after a moment. "Everyone's a little on edge. Leila, I believe you owe Miss Laraby an apology."

"What?" I snapped. He couldn't be serious.

He moved
to my side and dropped his volume level
. "I know Rachel can be trying, but she's our client. As such, you have to put aside your baggage-"

"
My
baggage?" I said in disbelief
. "She's been treating me like crap since the moment she met me. Any baggage was already packed and ready to go. Her baggage is
you
." I stepped away from him
, getting Rachel in my crosshairs. "I'm sorry I'm the first person to call you that to your face."

Seeing nothing but red, I found my way to the door and threw it open. Tears of frustration cascaded down my face and I knew I looked a hot mess from the
stares I got, but I didn't care. On some level, I knew
I wasn't being professional, that Jacob was right about putting aside my issues for the job,
but that woman
had a way of getting under my skin.
I couldn’t just let it go.

A
s soon as I opened the door
to my room
and saw
Jacob’s card on the bed
, I knew it was a little more than a client with an attitude. It was the idea that he'd been with her, that he'd cared about her. It was the thought that maybe instead of coming to my bed last night, he'd gone to hers.

"Doesn't matter now," I wh
ispered, walking to the bed and sinking i
nto the mattress. What came
next was pretty obvious--no way
Jacob
would
let our exchange fly, especially in front of a client. I'd gone from
applicant to research aide to
personal a
ssistant to the boss....and now,
back to unemployment.

The door echoed with knocks and I peeked at it. Probably the staff removing me from the premises. Another sets of knocks, more urgent followed--along with a familiar voice that made my heart stop.

"Leila, open the door."

I kicked my legs over the edge of the bed and snatched the door open, looking at him in shock.
"Jacob."

The side of his lip curled upward. "So you do know how to obey."

He was upon me, his lips crashing into my lips as he kicked the door closed with
his foot. I had no time
to catch my breath as he spun me around and slammed me against the door. The spasm of pain was dulled by the tenderness of him holding the side
s of my face. It was confusing;
the mixture o
f force and power as he pinned me in place contrasting with
him caressing me like I was something precious.

He
pulled back, scanning my face and
gauging my reaction. I brought a shaky hand to my
lips, still feeling him there
before I let out a giggle.

"I guess this means I still have a job."

His eyes sparkled and when he smiled, I felt the warmth in it down to my very bones. It was quickly replaced by lust as he roped an arm ar
ound my waist and pulled me in
close.

"The last thing I want to talk about right now is work."

His touch tightened, the hands at the curve of my back venturi
ng down until he clutched my ass
. His mouth possessed mine and with those
luscious lips pressed against me
I knew I was in major trouble. The
boom boom
in my chest was more than arousal, the blood rushing through my veins more than the fantasy of finally being with him. I'd do anyth
ing for him.
Anything
.

When we came up for air this time, he reached around and unhinged my scarf. My hands instantly flew to my hair, but he brought them back down with a look that made my core clench. Without using a single word, he'd just given me an order.

He ran his pointer along m
y
jaw line and even that slight
touch made me tremble for more. But his hands di
dn't drop to the usual suspects;
not to my breasts, finding my nipples solid and aching, or down further, to the part of me that was d
ripping wet. No--he bit his lip
as he toyed with the stray curls from my bun. He reached to the base of my neck, un
wrapping my ponytail and freed
my wild hair. He threaded his fingers through my locks before dropping his mouth to my ear.

"That's better."

I let out a moan and reached for his pants, trying to get at him, trying to be with him totally and completely, but he gripped my wrists.

"Are you ready?" His eyes ravaged me. "Are you ready to submit to me?"

"Yes," I said without batting an eye. "Whatever you want me to be, whatever you want." I reached out, holding his cheek. "I'm yours."

He put his hand over mine and squeezed before taking a step back and practically growling at me. "
You do nothing without my permission.” His bottom lip quivered. “
Take off your clothes."

The uncertainty that made me hesitate before was impossible now with him looking at me like I was the sexiest thing he'd ever laid eyes on.
I stripped in record time
and stood naked
, waiting for further instruction.

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