My Billionaire Master: Indebted To Him (Part One) (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novelette) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Delilah Gardner
“What…are we late on the bill this month?”
Her eyebrows flew up as a pause extended between them. Her eyes widened as her gaze flew to the floor. Wanting to believe otherwise even though her stomach rolled into a ball of nerves, she tried to keep the whine out of her voice, “Dad?”
As if tasting something bitter, her father made a face with a helpless lift of his shoulder. At odds with the confident, self-assured man she knew from childhood, he answered carefully, “Things have been a little tight, Cassidy.”
Staring at him, she silently thought, I knew it…life has it in for me! How did I not notice while in college? And now I just blew my chance at the one job by touching what I shouldn’t have touched…Alfie—and that stupid vase.
The memory haunted her once again, reminding her that she’d always allowed her curiosity to get the better of her. Self-loathing tried to take hold of her mind but, like always, she shoved it away with a dismal groan that hung in the air between them, “Oh, Dad.”
Always reassuring but handling his own level of dismay, he blew her a kiss before wishing her goodnight and ending with, “It’ll be okay. An adventure of sorts, right?”
She sighed and watched the candlewick burn down. The room felt small and stifled, as if it'd been emptied of all fresh air and replaced by a stale mist. She couldn’t help but compare it to her life. For more reasons than simply needing to get out of her Dad’s house, she really needed to find a job.
Her thoughts turned back to the tall, imposing form of Alfie Bertram. Putting all future job interviews to shame, she didn’t even know where to begin when thinking about him. Frowning, she wondered if that encounter should even be considered as an interview. People don't proposition the girl interviewing to be a new secretary for sexual favors.
Silently cringing at the fact that it was probably enough to send him to jail, she wondered if he’d proposed such wickedness to others. According to the press, he was one of the most eligible bachelors and was naturally cloaked with a charismatic bad-boy status. She still couldn’t believe she’d agreed to pay off the damages to his office with sex.
But he offered and I readily accepted…
Reflecting back to those moments, her mouth formed an ‘O’ in surprise all over again at how she’d gone from reeling from Mr. Jasper’s dismissal to being thoroughly wrecked by his billionaire boss. She could still see the glimmering little glass vase, appearing to be made of gold dust, as it crashed to the floor and shattered.
After he’d sent her on her way in some borrowed sweats and a T-shirt three times too big, the thought of does that make me a prostitute? teased her mind . In a sense, she’d participated in sex trade. Rolling it over her head yet again, she bit her fingernail as a shiver ran down her spine.
Surely, a prostitute wouldn’t have responded to the charged atmosphere and his insistent touch. Would a prostitute want to go back for more?
She squeezed her thighs together, growing damp just thinking about him. He hadn’t even penetrated her, something she’d felt disappointment, then relief over. Since breaking it off with someone several months ago, she wasn’t on the pill. Her mind pitched back to her sore state when she’d arrived back at their house.
Still wobbly on legs that felt like a newborn calf's, the first thing she’d done when she’d returned home was look him up. Anyone who’d been alive and potty-trained in the last five years knew about him. He was Seattle’s own playboy billionaire. The image of pictures from the internet haunted her; showing his thick mane of dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and square jaw which she still yearned to kiss and touch.
His magnetic attraction was so fierce that her fingers even ached just thinking about him. Shrewd and levelheaded, Alfie Bertram was a cautious
Her eyebrows flew up as a pause extended between them. Her eyes widened as her gaze flew to the floor. Wanting to believe otherwise even though her stomach rolled into a ball of nerves, she tried to keep the whine out of her voice, “Dad?”
As if tasting something bitter, her father made a face with a helpless lift of his shoulder. At odds with the confident, self-assured man she knew from childhood, he answered carefully, “Things have been a little tight, Cassidy.”
Staring at him, she silently thought, I knew it…life has it in for me! How did I not notice while in college? And now I just blew my chance at the one job by touching what I shouldn’t have touched…Alfie—and that stupid vase.
The memory haunted her once again, reminding her that she’d always allowed her curiosity to get the better of her. Self-loathing tried to take hold of her mind but, like always, she shoved it away with a dismal groan that hung in the air between them, “Oh, Dad.”
Always reassuring but handling his own level of dismay, he blew her a kiss before wishing her goodnight and ending with, “It’ll be okay. An adventure of sorts, right?”
She sighed and watched the candlewick burn down. The room felt small and stifled, as if it'd been emptied of all fresh air and replaced by a stale mist. She couldn’t help but compare it to her life. For more reasons than simply needing to get out of her Dad’s house, she really needed to find a job.
Her thoughts turned back to the tall, imposing form of Alfie Bertram. Putting all future job interviews to shame, she didn’t even know where to begin when thinking about him. Frowning, she wondered if that encounter should even be considered as an interview. People don't proposition the girl interviewing to be a new secretary for sexual favors.
Silently cringing at the fact that it was probably enough to send him to jail, she wondered if he’d proposed such wickedness to others. According to the press, he was one of the most eligible bachelors and was naturally cloaked with a charismatic bad-boy status. She still couldn’t believe she’d agreed to pay off the damages to his office with sex.
But he offered and I readily accepted…
Reflecting back to those moments, her mouth formed an ‘O’ in surprise all over again at how she’d gone from reeling from Mr. Jasper’s dismissal to being thoroughly wrecked by his billionaire boss. She could still see the glimmering little glass vase, appearing to be made of gold dust, as it crashed to the floor and shattered.
After he’d sent her on her way in some borrowed sweats and a T-shirt three times too big, the thought of does that make me a prostitute? teased her mind . In a sense, she’d participated in sex trade. Rolling it over her head yet again, she bit her fingernail as a shiver ran down her spine.
Surely, a prostitute wouldn’t have responded to the charged atmosphere and his insistent touch. Would a prostitute want to go back for more?
She squeezed her thighs together, growing damp just thinking about him. He hadn’t even penetrated her, something she’d felt disappointment, then relief over. Since breaking it off with someone several months ago, she wasn’t on the pill. Her mind pitched back to her sore state when she’d arrived back at their house.
Still wobbly on legs that felt like a newborn calf's, the first thing she’d done when she’d returned home was look him up. Anyone who’d been alive and potty-trained in the last five years knew about him. He was Seattle’s own playboy billionaire. The image of pictures from the internet haunted her; showing his thick mane of dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and square jaw which she still yearned to kiss and touch.
His magnetic attraction was so fierce that her fingers even ached just thinking about him. Shrewd and levelheaded, Alfie Bertram was a cautious
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