GAME OF LUST WITH MR BILLIONAIRE'S

man I was sitting next to in an apple smelling limousine. The city we were in was cozy and very

no way in flipping Hell my budget could afford this! Motel 8 and the Holiday Inn were all I knew, but this. This went into different territory. I followed closely behind Mr. Carter and a few female

er eyes and glasses that hung to far on her nose to even be seen through

pletely flushed red at the name and hung my head. Just hide

ht out his light brown eyes. They made me want to break into song...My shiny teeth and me. "Elliot! You're back already?" She asked, t

to me like this?

ide of my cheek, holding back laughter at the image of Mr. Carter in a red sw

e surprisingly gives me a whole hearted smile, nodding her way respectfully at me. "Pleasure to meet you." I say. "And you Ms. Banks. Shall I give you seperate keys or...?" She pauses

in the hotel it's self. The lobby has painted windows and a large Chandler above us. It was gorgeous. It felt weird to be in an elevator again, given the one back in New York was broken. "This

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one master bed room. To the right was another bedroom, and they shared a bathroom. Great. Just great. Our bags were already settled in and I saw that

you." I say respectfully. "As much as I love your tone with me right now. I hear no disrespect, which I like Ms.B

o Ms. Banks. Got it?" I say,

e silent for a moment and I look away. Think of something..sex appeal...something! I taunt in my head. "We leave around 10 tomorrow m

sk. I mentally punch myself, now why in the hell did I care. He frowns, confused for a moment, "Yes, you know my father is at the old bu

ame....His eyes glisten at me, "Please Rayleen, I mean that's how we're acting right. Professional. I'm your boss." He insists and I press my lips together, "I dont see the problem with that. Now if you

reful not to taint any of the beautiful housing scenery. "What can you make?" He asks, sitting across fro

ng catered for. Not that I'd fancy it or anything. "So I'm guessing that's all we'll be having." He says humoursly. "I'm sorry if the flight scared you." He suddenly exports. Now he says that? "Please. I'm

emind, slamming down the pancake mix. "

I wasnt going to lie. I was flirting. But I couldnt help it, besides he was flirting back. "I dont like people telling me what to do. I like having control

what you're saying?" He asks me, his voice very low...very erotic...Oh God. I shrug nonchalantly, I didnt know what this would lead to. I

y, before rising to his feet. "What are we going to do with your smart mouth? Or just you in general. You're very dispresct

u! The devil between my legs moaned. I giggled in my head at my poor puns. "A punishment..." He licks his bottom lip and looks away. "And I can still make you call me daddy." He whispers the last part and I drop the spoon into the pancake mix

lipped on a black fitted skirt that came just above my knee, with a red top that complimented my breasts very well. After brushing my tee

my notebooks, sticky notes and color coordinated pens and put th

God, awaiting to be praised by my innocent horny virtue. Lord knows If I has

nally Elliot made his way towards the kitchen where I was still seated. I was dabbling on my IPhone, informing Amy of every detail do to every knick and cranny. "Good morning Rayleen." He said smiling. He wa

He says jokingly and sits across from me. "Just trying to obey the orders that were given to me." I reply, respectfully glancing at his fingers that were tapping hi

ys and I frown when he says it's not a date. "Oh..um sure." I say, trying to contain my composure. "Shit- um. Dinner sounds too informal. How about dinner instead? I know a really nice loca

i freeze. Oh god. Did the world just stop rotating? My body goes cold. "A contract?" I mumble. "Yes. I don't know wh

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o ask me to be