Assigned To Him, Book One (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (3 page)

The slight blush of red
flared on my cheeks and I was too flustered to say any more. I
watched as she picked up the phone in front of her and dialed a
number.

“I have Katie Carter here
to see you, Mr. Lawrence.” She was quiet before speaking again.
“Yes that’s right.” She listened for a further few seconds before
putting the phone down and looking in my direction. “Follow
me.”

She came out from behind
the desk and started walking, but the sound of the phone ringing
made her turn.

“I better get that,” she
said. “Walk all the way along this corridor and turn right. Mr.
Lawrence’s office is at the far end of the hallway you come in to.
His name is on the door, so you can’t miss it. He asked that you go
along to see him straight away, so just knock and
enter.”

“Aren’t you…,” I started
to say, but the receptionist was already making her way towards the
desk.

All I could do was follow
the directions I was given and less than a minute later I was
standing outside the office door of the man I was about to
interview. I took a few deep breaths, tucked my hair behind my ear
then knocked and walked inside.

Sam Lawrence was sitting
on the edge of the desk and he looked even better in the flesh than
he did in the pictures I looked through earlier. I was about to
introduce myself, but didn’t get the chance.

“You’re absolutely
perfect,” he said as he got to his feet and moved towards
me.

It wasn’t the start to the
meeting I was expecting and I was slightly taken aback at the
approach of a handsome older man calling me perfect.

“Umm…, excuse me?” I
replied hesitantly.

“Your figure,” Sam went
on. “It’s the perfect shape for our new range of lingerie. Come and
have a look.”

I couldn’t even remember
the last time I was complimented on my figure. Greg certainly
hadn’t made any effort to make me feel good about myself in recent
times and it was nice to hear some appreciative words for a change.
I was even more amazed when Sam held out a hand to me and the way
he smiled made me just unquestioningly take it. He led me over to a
long table at the side of the room, where the new line of Lawrence
Lingerie plus size underwear was laid out.

“These are gorgeous,” I
commented as I stared at the pretty designs. “I’ve always found it
difficult to get really pretty styles in a larger size.”

“That’s what the market
research showed,” Sam said. “The niche was there to exploit, so
we’ve gone all out to produce lingerie that is comfortable for
women with larger figures, but also classy and sexy.”

“You’ve certainly managed
it,” I told him.

“I want this set to be the
one that’s showcased,” he said and picked up a pair of dark red
panties with a white trim and bow. “They should fit
you.”

“Umm…, yeah I guess they
would,” I replied when I looked at the size label and wondered what
the hell was going on. Sam picked up the matching bra and handed it
to me.

“You can change in to them
behind that screen,” he told me and pointed it out.

A frown creased my brow as
I looked across to a black screen in the corner of the
room.

“You want me to try them
on,” I said hesitantly. “But…”

“They will look fantastic
on you,” he cut in to stop my words. “Lingerie always looks so much
better when it’s modeled by a beautiful woman like you.”

Another compliment tripped
off his tongue and I actually found myself in two minds about going
through with what he was asking me to do. It seemed ridiculous
since I was supposed to be there to interview him, but I was
actually considering trying on the sexy underwear and modeling it
for him. It wasn’t that far from the fantasy that ran through my
head earlier in the day when I was looking at his pictures in
Jeannie’s file of information.

“Hurry now,” he said and
looked at his watch. “The reporter will be here any minute
now.”

His words caught me off
guard and I narrowed my eyes as I looked at him.

“Umm…, who do you think I
am?” I asked.

“You’re from the agency,”
he said.

“The agency?” I
queried.

“The modeling agency,” Sam
went on. “We booked a model to showcase our new line.”

I let out a snort of
laughter, but cut it off quickly by putting a hand over my mouth. A
confused look crossed Sam’s face, so I set things
straight.

“I’m not a model,” I told
him. “I’m the reporter.”

Sam’s confused expression
grew deeper.

“I was led to believe I
was meeting a Jeannie Allen.”

“You were supposed to be,”
I went on. “She’s my boss, but she got called to a team meeting
today by the editor of the paper. It never occurred to me that she
hadn’t told you about the change.”

“Shit,” Sam let out. “So
you’re actually here to interview me and I’m trying to get you
undressed and kitted out in nothing more than a pair of panties and
a bra.”

I couldn’t help myself and
let out another laugh as I looked at what I was holding.

“They are nice,” I
said.

“I’m really sorry,” he
said. “I genuinely thought you were here from the
agency.”

“No need to apologize,” I
said. “I should have informed you of the change in plans…, and I’m
flattered you thought I was a model with a perfect
figure.”

The phone rang before he
could say anything more and he excused himself to answer it. He
listened for a couple of seconds to whoever was on the other end of
the line.

“Yeah, I know already,” he
said. “Call them back and say not to bother now.”

He looked at me and shook
his head when he put the phone down.

“What?” I
asked.

“That was Stella on
reception,” he said and laughed. “The agency called to say the car
bringing the model broke down and they apologized for her not
turning up.”

“No catwalk show for me
then,” I said and smiled.

“Unfortunately not,” Sam
went on. “You’ll just have to imagine how good the lingerie looks
on a real live model. Unless you…”

I saw the cheeky smile on
his face and the blush of red flared on my cheeks. It wasn’t the
only heat that erupted to life, however, and the fantasy of
actually going through with modeling the pretty lingerie for him
brought a tingling sensation between my thighs.

“Maybe we should get on
with the interview,” I commented to cover my embarrassment at the
unexpected rush of arousal and he nodded his head.

Moving across to the seat
on the opposite side of the desk from him, I dropped down on it and
was all too aware of his gaze on me. It brought out my nervousness
and made me a klutz as I tried to get myself ready. I dropped my
pen on the floor and leaned down to retrieve it. When I
straightened up, I saw Sam avert his gaze and realized that he must
have got a look down my blouse. It made me wonder if he really did
think my fuller figure was perfect.

I wouldn’t have complained
if he did, but tried to bring my thoughts to work as I got the list
of questions and started to go through them. Sam turned out to be
an enthusiastic and effusive interviewee and it made my job easy.
It meant I relaxed to enjoy his company as I sat writing notes on
his background, his rise to prominence in the business world and
his passion for ladies underwear. We spent almost one and a half
hours together in his office and it seemed to pass in the blink of
an eye. I felt the slight disappointment when his last answer ended
and I wrapped up the interview.

“Well, that’s me,” I
said.

He nodded his head and I
got the slight sense that he was disappointed our time together was
coming to an end too. I picked up the pretty red lingerie that was
still sitting on my lap as I got to my feet.

“Thanks for everything,” I
said as I held it out.

“No problem,” he said when
he got up.

Our fingers brushed
together and as he took the panties and bra and the spark of
something that built during the interview lit to more. The jolt of
electricity was unmistakable and there was no doubt he was aware of
it too.

“I…, I guess I should go,”
I said hesitantly and tucked my hair behind my ear.

He was quick to follow me
across the room and moved past to get to the door first. He reached
out for the handle, but didn’t turn it as he looked at me. The
breath almost stuck in my throat as our eyes met.

“It was really nice to
meet you,” he said and smiled.

“You too,” I replied in a
quiet voice.

His gorgeous smile held me
in its grip and my palm was clammy as we reached out to shake
hands. The surge of electricity was there again as we touched and
we stood for an instant just caught up in a moment that doesn’t
happen too often. Not to me anyway. The spark between us lit up
again and for a brief second I really believed that he was going to
lean forward and kiss me. It made me shudder and my breathing
became slightly ragged.

“I hope you write some
nice things about the new range,” he said.

I suddenly felt slightly
foolish and wondered if he was putting on an act purely to charm me
for the sake of his business. It didn’t seem like it, but the
doubts crept in my mind. I glanced down at the panties in his hand
and the sudden image of him pulling them down my thighs flashed
through my head.

“I think your designs are
great,” I said and tried to clear the thoughts from my head. “So,
I’ll definitely give them a good write up.”

“That’s good to know,” he
commented and released the grip on my hand.

He opened the door and it
was my signal to leave, so I walked out of the office.

“I hope I see you again
soon,” he said.

His words stopped me in my
tracks and I turned to look at him.

“Me too,” I replied and
our eyes met for a brief second before I walked away.

Chapter 4

I was trembling as I
retraced my steps to get to the reception area. The woman that Sam
called Stella on the phone smiled at me.

“Is that you done?” she
asked.

I nodded my
head.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry about the
confusion earlier,” she apologized.

My thoughts were
completely on Sam and I frowned as I looked at her before it
clicked in my head that she was talking about mistaking me for a
plus size model.

“It’s OK,” I replied.
“Forget about it.”

It was the last words
between us as I walked out of the exit and made my way towards the
elevators. There was no one inside the one that arrived and I
leaned against the wall and rocked my head back after the doors
closed. The fantasy of being with Sam in the red lingerie began
playing in my head again and I made no effort to clear it away this
time. It made me squirm as the flush of arousal came on and I
needed to try and compose myself when the loud ping showed the
doors were about to open at the ground floor.

I kept my gaze straight
ahead as I walked out of the building and along to the nearest bus
stop. Lifting my arm to look at my watch, I checked the time and
saw it wasn’t even four o’clock. It meant I should return to the
newspaper office, but I didn’t want to. There was an itch between
my thighs that needed scratched and I decided to go
home.

“Greg,” I called when I
walked through the door, but wasn’t expecting a response and didn’t
get one.

I walked through to the
bedroom straight away and could barely believe what I was doing.
The last time I masturbated was…, I couldn’t even remember, but the
encounter with Sam Lawrence was making me want to. A glance at the
clock showed it was twenty five minutes after four and that gave me
plenty of time before my boyfriend came home. It wasn’t him on my
mind though as I stripped off my clothes and underwear.

My breath was already
coming out heavily as I stepped through to the bathroom and got in
the shower cubicle. I tilted my face up to let the water soak it
and ran my hands over my hair as the fantasy started to build in my
head. Instead of telling Sam I was a journalist, I was playing out
the scenario that I went through with the deception of being a
model to get dressed in the red panties and bra.

I took a step back and let
the jets of water pound against my breasts and the shiver of
delight was instant. Bringing my hands up, I sank my fingers in
soft flesh then flicked them across my large nipples. They
stiffened as I played and the gush of hot arousal made my legs
tremble. My grip tightened on my tits as I ducked my head down and
teased my tongue slowly around a pink bud. I closed my eyes to
imagine it was Sam’s touch as his lust for me became
overwhelming.

The shaking of my legs
worsened when I sucked a nipple in my mouth and rolled my tongue
around it. The wetness was growing between my thighs and it was
nothing to do with the shower water. The fantasy was turning me on
like I could not believe and I imagined Sam naked with me under the
streaming cascade, his erection coming to life against my chubby,
naked body as he groped and kissed me.