Billionaire's Bribe (Blackmailed Into Bed) BBW Erotica (2 page)

She
often thought about running her hands through the wavy mass,
then
blushed whenever she caught herself thinking about it. He was her boss. She
couldn’t have these feelings about him. And even if he wasn’t her boss, she
knew he’d never be interested in her anyway. His was the type with tall, skinny
models on his arm.

There
was no reason for a man like him to look her way when any of those women would
lick his feet if he asked them to.

She
stepped off the elevator and into the spaciously appointed waiting area, with
lush cream carpets and dark green walls with gilt edges on the molding. Her
desk sat in the center of the room—the bastion that protected
Greyson’s
office from the rest of the world. No one got
through her unless either she or
Greyson
sanctioned
it. That was one of her duties, and she was proud to uphold it.

Usually
Greyson
was in his office, already started in on his
work for the day. But this morning he was in the lobby, a hip propped against
the outer edge of Eva’s desk. Confused, she nevertheless stepped forward to
greet him, but the smile froze on her lips when his eyes met hers. Today they
were a cold, iron grey, like snow clouds in winter. His face was a stone mask.

“Good
morning, Mr. Stone—” she began,
then
stopped as
he cut her off with a raised finger.

“In
my office. Now.”

He
turned abruptly and stalked inside, and she followed on his heels, her heart
thundering painfully. His office was spacious—the skyscraper the building
was housed it was cylindrical rather than having corners, and so the room was
shaped like a quarter of a circle rather than a square, with the curved wall
completely lined with glass. The two inner walls were a glossy black, with
several paintings and ornate shelving cabinets as well.
The
center of the room was dominated by an l-shaped desk of mahogany, and two
low-backed, comfortable chairs
for visitors.

Greyson
shut and locked the door behind him, then rounded on
her. She backed up at the full force of his displeasure focused on her, and
felt her legs graze one of those chairs. Try as she might, she couldn’t form
the words to ask him what was wrong, what she had done to earn his wrath.

“Did
you really think you were going to get away with this?” he asked, his voice
deceptively soft.

“G-get
away with what?” Tears pricked at her eyes as she began to tremble.

He
snatched papers off his desk and waved them in front of her nose. Her vision
was too watery to make out what was written on them, but an awful feeling sank
into her chest as it hit her—it was her resume.

“I
decided to give your credentials a closer look. Only one of your references
matches up. The rest, including your college degree, are false.” His eyebrows
arched as real fear flashed in her eyes. “What do you have to say about that?”

“There
must be some mistake?” Eva tried, desperately grasping at straws. She reached
for the resume papers in his hands. “Perhaps I put down the wrong numbers, or
misspelled a name.”

“Nice
try, Ms. Moore. But I don’t believe it.” He leaned in close to her, his six
foot five, muscular frame towering over her, and gripped her shaking shoulders.
“A little liar like you needs to be disciplined.”

Eva’s
mouth went dry at the look in his eyes—they had gone molten, like
quicksilver. She darted her tongue out to wet her lips, and his eyes followed
the movement like a cat followed a piece of string it was about to pounce on.

“A-are
you going to fire me?”

“I
could do that,” he said softly. “But despite your lies, I like you.
 
Over the past week you have made an
excellent assistant so far—I knew what I saw when I interviewed you and
that you had guts and determination.”

Fear
had frozen her vocal chords; she dared not say anything lest she change his
mind. His face was so close to her that his breath fanned her face—warm,
laced with some kind of minty freshness and a hint of coffee. His lips curved
into a cruel smile as he lifted her chin and forced her to look directly into
his eyes. She blinked back tears so as to straighten her watery vision. She
would show him that determination he had praised, even if he did fire her. What
she had done was not out of malice, but necessity. If he threw her out on her
ass, she would go with her head held high.

“It
takes a lot of both to lie straight to my face in order to secure a position in
my company. I’d love to see that bold, raw spunk unleashed in the bedroom.”

“Bedroom?”
she asked, her brows drawing together in bewilderment.

“Oh
yes.” He stroked his other hand down the side of her neck, halfway ignoring her
confusion. “You have such beautiful skin, Eva. I can’t wait to see single inch
of it.”

Eva
sprang back. “What? I’m sorry but…”

His
grey eyes gleamed with a challenge. “But, what?
 
I’m not asking you to do anything that
you didn’t agree to, Eva.”

“You’re
not?”

He
lifted a brow. “Didn’t you agree during the interview to assist me in any way
required?”

“Sleeping
with you wasn’t exactly what I had in mind nor was it what I was offering, and
you know it.” Her voice lost some of its fire despite the protest, and he
smiled. She was obviously giving this some consideration.

“Perhaps
not, but you did agree nonetheless. All I’m asking is that you follow my orders
as my assistant. You’ll do what’s required of you from me, whether it’s in the
boardroom… or the bedroom. Not that it will always be the bedroom, mind you.”
He grinned wickedly, and her heart pumped faster despite her head still railing
against it.

“I…
so you’re telling me I will get to keep my job as long as I give you sexual
pleasure?”

“Oh,
Eva, you misunderstand.” He pushed her up against the wall, his hard abdominal
muscles pressing against her breasts. Even through the layers of clothing he
felt her nipples pearl. “I intend to give you pleasure as well. You will follow
my every command, certainly, but I promise the experience will be just as
sexually satisfying for you as it is for me.”

Eva’s
breath came shorter now, a light flush coating her cheeks. “And how long will I
have to do this for?”

“For
as long as I require of you, or for as long as you are in my employ. Whichever
comes first.
”
His lips hovered a mere inch from her
own. “If you please me well, though, I might even consider promoting you. You
could become a partner if you wanted—if you can follow my orders and do
whatever I ask of you. No matter how uncomfortable it might be.”

A
partner? She couldn’t fathom that. Her mind began to quiet as it struggled to
grasp that possibility of the future, and allowed her heart to take over. She
couldn’t deny that she was powerfully attracted to this man—not just
because he was handsome, but of the authority and dominant nature he exuded. Would
it really be so bad? Her mind didn’t exactly agree, but her body wanted him. It
wasn’t like the experience would be unpleasant—she had no doubt that a
man like him was as good as his word when he promised a woman pleasure.

Sucking
in a breath and wondering if she’d gone completely mad, she nodded. “I’ll do
it.”

“Good
girl.” He glanced at his watch just as the phone rang outside. “We don’t have
time right now, but I will make sure to deliver your first lesson today.”

“Lesson?”

He
smiled. “Of course. I did say you were going to need training.” He pulled away.
“For now, get out there and do your job. I will call on you when I have need of
you.”

“Yes
sir.”

Fleeing
from the room as though her heels had grown wings, she answered the phone and
wondered just what it was she had gotten herself into.

****

Monday
was generally the busiest day of the week, and today was no exception for Eva.
She was kept incredibly busy by the constantly ringing phones, the juggling of
Greyson’s
schedule, and myriad other tasks she had to
complete by the end of the day. She was grateful for the work—it helped
to keep her mind off the agreement she’d made just that morning—the
agreement in which she’d surrendered her body to him.

Greyson
had been just as busy, so he hadn’t called on her
except for brief times when he required her to do something for him. She saw
him very infrequently despite the single wall separating them, but every time
she did it was like a punch to the gut. Her core would quiver in anticipation
and her breath would come short.

At
the end of the day he walked past her without saying so much as a word, or even
offering her a backward glance or a wave. She’d watched his retreating form, a
mixture of relief and dread coursing through her, released from the burden of
wondering when he would call for her today, but worried as to why he was still
treating her with such indifference despite their agreement.

The
next day was much the same—
Greyson
had six
back-to-back meetings, and so Eva was spending a great deal of her time in the
boardroom assisting with power point presentations, taking minutes, and such.
Despite
Greyson
being but an arm’s length away from
her, he all but ignored her as he focused his mind on business. In contrast,
Eva was painfully aware of every movement he made—every quirk of an
eyebrow, curve of his lips, gesture with his hands. Never had he seemed more
attractive, more virile, more sexually charged to her as he did now. And yet
she felt as though she were as significant as a fly on a wall.

By
the time Wednesday came around, she could no longer stand it—the
anticipation was killing her. When noon came around and the office closed for
lunch, she made up her mind and marched into his office rather than out the
door to enjoy the food she’d packed.

She
knocked briefly,
then
pushed open the door to find him
on the phone. He gestured briefly to her and she came all the way in,
then
sank into a chair as she watched him. One of his ankles
was crossed over his knee as he waved his hand in the air impatiently, and she
couldn’t help but notice how the position showed off powerful thigh muscles.
Her eyes moved to his crotch despite herself, and she stared for a long moment
as if she could develop x-ray vision and see through the cloth to what lay
beneath.

She
felt a tingle along her forehead, and her eyes snapped up to see his grey ones
watching her with amusement. Her cheeks flushed, and she snapped her head to
the side, resolutely fixing her gaze toward the curved wall of windows, and the
city beyond.

A
minute later, he finished the call and hung up the phone. She swung back to
find him pinning her with a look of such intense lust it knocked the breath
from her lungs. It took her a moment to remember to breathe.

“Did
you need something of me, Eva?” he asked politely.

Eva
swallowed. “I… I was wondering… if you were ever going to call for me.”

One
of
Greyson’s
eyebrows rose. “Call for you?”

She
fidgeted in her chair, but refused to back down from his gaze.

“Yes.
Since you’ve now declared me to be your pleasure slave.” The words came out
hard, and she realized she was angry
at
him for
dangling her on a string this way. “You said you would call on me, but you
haven’t even though it’s been two days. I was wondering if perhaps you’d
decided to back down.”

The
other eyebrow rose as well this time. “Well, well, well. It looks like your
claws are coming out after all.” He rose from his chair and circled round the
desk. Eva tried to rise as well, but he rested his arms on either side of her
chair, preventing her from moving. “I apologize if you think I’ve been
neglecting you, Eva.” He stroked a finger along the underside of her jaw. “I
assure you it was not my intention at all.”

Greyson
smiled at the fire in her eyes that belied her
trembling body. He knew very well why he had made her wait—not because
they had been so busy but because he had wanted to torture them both with
anticipation. During his nights at home, endless scenarios had marched through
his head—the things he wanted to do to her, with her, haunting him so
that it was all he could do not to go to her apartment and drag her out of bed
by the hair. Or, perhaps, simply join her in the bed. He wondered what kind of
bed she had. Would it be large enough to fit them both?

“That
wasn’t what I meant,” Eva protested. “I don’t care if you change your mind. I
just wanted to make sure.” She licked her lips.

Greyson
smirked. “You know that’s not the truth. You came back
here because you couldn’t stand waiting for me any longer. I promised you
pleasure, and you want to collect.”

“That’s
not—”

“True?”
He placed a hand over her heart, gently cupping her breast. “Maybe not in your
head, but most definitely in your heart. If that weren’t the case, then why do
I feel it pounding so hard against my hand? Why are your cheeks flushed? Your
nipples hard?” He slid a thumb over the peak protruding through the purple
cloth of her dress, smiled at her sharply indrawn breath. “You want me. I would
even bet that your panties are wet right now.”