Forbidden To Say No - The Billionaire's Plaything (An Erotic Romance Novel) Read Online Free PDF

skin, as I feel my cheeks grow hotter, and realize I must be blushing.
    "You’re nervous. Nervous and beautiful" he tells me from a mere two feet away, keeping his arms crossed, and one eyebrow raised quizzically. Something happens; I stumble slightly, feeling my knees jar from beneath me. Jesus, what is wrong with you Chlo !? I hear the niggling, judgmental voice inside bawling. You're going all weak-kneed at a simple compliment ? But now isn't the time for shame.
    "Now," he announces, his voice deep and booming, carrying an ethereal authority I just can't put my finger on. "The underwear. How about it?"
    Again, I could see that request coming from a thousand miles away. You can hide nothing in a room as brightly lit and pure as this. But I know what's expected of me, and I'm in no mood to disappoint. My hands fall effortlessly to my hips, and with two trembling fingers tucked under the fabric of each side, my panties are slid dutifully to my ankles, exposing my shy, albeit neatly trimmed mound of hair to his awaiting eyes. He's grinning that grin again; the dry smile from one side of his lips. I don't see it - instead looking down to his feet, focusing on the delicately polished black splendor of his shoes. But I feel it.
    "Well, Miss Everett," he says, in a tone much higher, and lighter than his previously barked orders, "you've done good. I think you're just perfect."
    A surge of thrilling, animated excitement rushes up from the depths of my stomach. I look up to him, finding those round, gorgeous blue eyes, and peer into them giddily.
    "Perfect?!" I can barely stop myself grinning. I must look pathetic. "Perfect for what?"
    "Perfect" he says one final time, putting one immaculately polished shoe in front of the other, and stepping towards me slowly, making up the ground between us until his bristled, handsome face is mere inches from my own. I feel like I'm back on stage at my school nativity. No, I'm back in the elevator! I'm waiting for one of a thousand auditions yet again. I can't stop myself shaking. I feel his breath on my neck, warm and sweet, exciting goose pimples along my naked arms, and for the briefest of seconds, I fidget around on the spot, feeling a certain dampness between my legs.
    I close my eyes, expecting his fingers dug deeply into my arms yet again, and the coarse fabric of his jacket against my skin as he embraces me tenderly. But it doesn't happen. Nothing happens. I stand alone.
    When I can't keep my eyes closed any longer, impatiently awaiting his touch upon my devoted, donated body, I choke a little with disappointment. He's back at his chair, picking up an armful of papers, and sorting them neatly into a folder. Then, when he's finished, he glances back at me gingerly, before striding past me - standing naked and pathetic in the center of the room - and makes for the door, putting his hand upon the handle.
    "Well Miss Everett, I'll be in touch."
    And with those courteous and infuriating words, he leaves.
    Two, maybe three minutes later, and I'm still standing here, naked and confused, bitter and bemused. What the fuck just happened? Was I stood up? Did I stand him up? Was there some thinly veiled part of that audition I didn't grasp? Was that even a fucking audition at all ? It occurs to me way too late that I didn't even ask about the role. I just waltzed in here, died under a haze of brilliant white light, and gave my empty body to the enigmatic Daniel Grant. Hell, I don't even know if that's his real fucking name!
    My eyes swim upon a bed of watery tears, as I find myself battling once again to contain myself. Slowly, I pick up my underwear, my bra, and my dress, making myself respectable once more, albeit with a huge chunk of something removed from my soul. Bounding down the corridor and down the stairs - missing the elevator entirely - I'm still tossing it over in my mind, trying to figure out exactly what happens now. Do I wait? Do I go out and look for this guy myself, and ask him just