The Billionaire's Secret (BDSM Erotic Romance) (His Submissive, Part Six) Read Online Free PDF

finally found his tongue. “Is that right?”
    “That’s right.”
    “And how were you planning on taking care of it? Wielding the mighty Whitmore and Creighton bank account? Or maybe you were going to wear something deliciously low cut?”
    I tightened my grip on my phone, trying desperately to choose my words wisely. First, he insulted Jacob and apparently I was next in line. The guy I’d gotten to know was playful, but this wasn’t fun and games. He was being downright mean.
    “If there’s nothing else,” I said icily. “I have other things to take care of and I’m sure you’re a busy guy.”
    “Would it really have been so horrible?”
    I slackened my grip, expecting something sarcastic, but the change in his voice caught me by surprise. “What?”
    “If we had kissed.”
    “Yes,” I didn’t miss a beat, even though my heart was pounding. “It would have been horrible. I have a boyfriend, Ca--Mr. Wallace. I shouldn’t have met you for coffee in the first place.”
    “Then why did you?”
    “Because…” I faltered, unarmed and unprepared to answer his valid question. It was one I’d asked myself. One Jacob asked with his glare when I came clean. And I had an answer. “Because I’m a fan of your work.”
    “Bullshit,” he scoffed. “You can tell your billionaire playmate that lie, but I was inches from you. Close enough that I could really see, Leila.”
    My nostrils flared angrily. I just wanted to hang up the phone, to throw it across the room, but I didn’t. I listened to him poke holes in my logical explanation, peeling back the layers until he got to the chilling truth beneath.
    “You like me, Leila.”
    “As a client,” I hissed stubbornly. “I’m not interested in anything more than that.”
    If memory serves, Lay had quite the crush on him.
    I pushed away my mother’s voice. Pushed away the past. Had a crush. Past tense.
    I expected Cade to push the issue, bringing up some other twitch or a lingering smile that he could use to support his argument, but the line was quiet again.
    “Hello?” I said gingerly, licking my lips. “Cade?”
    “Miss Montgomery?” The voice was lighter, the soft timbre distinctly female.
    He’d given the phone back to Lisa.
    “I’m sorry about all of that. Cade is just in one of his moods.” She let out a nervous giggle that felt like nails raking down a chalkboard. She and I both knew this was more than a sour mood.
    I quickly ran through the itinerary and a list of contacts just in case they needed any assistance outside of the staff provided by the studio then hung up. Ending the call didn’t bring me an ounce of relief. I’d been doing so well all morning, efficient and earning my keep, but I was undone by his jab. A low cut V-neck top? Really?
    I could understand that a guy like Cade Wallace didn’t take rejection well. ‘No’ just wasn’t a word that a walking, talking Adonis heard very often. But I thought he was different--that even though he had the looks, the fame, he wasn’t just a jock with a Hollywood star.
    Two knocks sounded at the door and I drew a steadying breath before swiveling back to the front, expecting to see Natasha holding even more papers for me to file, but instead, it was Jacob standing in the doorway.
    God, that man could wear a two piece suit. Every Armani clad inch of him screamed style and power. His dark hair was shorter than the last time we were together, tapered and cut to bring out the sharp attractive lines of his face. His bright, blue eyes flickered over my face, drinking in my surprise.
    “Expecting someone else?”
    I was flustered, pulling down my pencil skirt as I popped up. “I definitely wasn’t expecting you.”
    His gaze deepened and I could have sworn we were transported in time, to a period with sprawling castles, trumpets and great iron thrones. He commanded me with one single look and I found myself stripped and exposed, wanting nothing more than to drop to my knees at his feet.
    I