Billionaire's Revenge (16 page)

On the third day, she
sat in the kitchen talking to Edith.  With nothing else to do, she
persuaded the housekeeper to show her how to make her wonderful cupcakes, smili
ng knowing who would love the icing-laden treats.  Her ringing phone
made Sara frown, the sound of her mother on the end making her scowl with impatience as she
listened.
 
Without even asking how Sara was, her mother
launched into a long story o
f being left to babysit for David that night, only to find that Angela
had
phoned her to tell her that she was not going to be back for the following night either.  Sara
felt the anger rise within her as she
heard that her sister was spending the w
eekend with her new boyfriend,
a frown on her face
.

“She has not even been separated six weeks...an
d she is spending the we
ekend with another man
?
”
her voice disbelieving, her frown deepening as her mother
defended her.
 
“Darling...she
has been through a traumatic time, she needs to feel wanted
”
Sara
interrupting her
,
“She has a son
,
mother...what about him?”
 
Her mother
sighed.  “Well I said it would be fine my looking after him tonight...but she has just landed this other night on me...and I have a pr
evious engagement Sara...can you watch him tomorrow?”

Sara
groaned softly.  If her mother
had
to cancel an engagement then the only one who would suffer would be David, her mother not good with children at the best of times and liable to blame the only
person at hand if her plans were ruined.  She was not happy
at the thought of that happening
. 
“I
can’t
make any promises mother...but I
will ask Darius”
T
he happiness which
filled her
mother’s
voice
ma
de
her quickly add
,
“But only if he is OK with it...I will phone you back
if there is any problem, but
I really cannot make any promises...I ex
pect he will say no”
 
Her mother
gave
her a small chuckle
,
“Oh Sara...looking the way you did the other day...I am sure you can get him to do anything you
want”
 
Hanging up she
looked at the phone, her head shaking softly.  Just how deluded was her mother
?

Soon after she
received a text from Darius informing her that he was eating out with a client and that she should eat without him, Sara
swore
softly under her breath.  She
had
hoped to approach the subject over dinner, however that was now impossible.
 
At ten she
finally heard th
e door open, rushing to it
as he
gave
her a large smi
le.  He looked tired she noted.  While for most of th
e rest of the workforce Friday
night heralded a two day break, she somehow doubted that he took time off,
slight
stubble appearing on his strong chin, Sara surprised that
she
wanted
to feel if it would tickle against her own cheek.

“Can I get you a drink?
”
she
offered softly, seeing the surprise which
rose
to his eyes.
 
“Thanks...maybe later...I have some work to get done...I just need an hour”
 
Nodding in understanding
,
she
returned to the living room, picking up her book
,
one eye fixed on the cl
ock.  As the time
reached 11
:15 she
stood, pacing nervously before taking a dee
p breath and leaving the living
room
.

Sara
moved into the study
,
Darius looking up in surprise at her entrance.
 
“Hey”
,
he
greeted her, his eyes carefully following her every move as she
stepped closer
.  “
Something you need?”
 
She
stopped before the desk, shifting uneasily from foot t
o foot, feeling her stomach
t
igh
ten
with apprehension
. 
“I was wondering if you would mind my nephew David coming over tomorrow
...
and staying over”
,
her words tripping over themselves in her
rush to get them out
.
“He is four
and a great kid...and he will be no trouble”

Darius
scowled, looking briefly back down to the papers he was reading before giving an irritated sigh
. 
“No.  I have no desire for a child to be running around here.  I have
a lot
of work to do Sara, and when I get finished I want you to myself
,
not having to share you with some needy child
”
Sara
felt
her stomach drop
as she
swallowed down the disappointm
ent.  She
had
not expected any other answer if she was truthful with herself, but part of her
had
hoped, missing David so much.

Darius
gave
a deep sigh
,
wa
iting for the tantrum which he
found most women seemed to fall back on when they did not
get their own way.  When all
remained silent he
finally looked up
,
seeing as she
watched him with her head cocked to one side
. 
“Was there anything else?
”
his voice clipped as she
gave
a small frown.
 
“Why are you working so lat
e
?”
 
The question
caught
him by surprise
, as
he
leant back before giving another
weary
sigh
. 
“Your brother-in-law left your family business in one hell of a mess, and seeing as I do not want the whole world knowing about it
,
I am trying to unravel it myself” 

Sighing again
,
he
tapped the mountain of paperwork.  “
It
doesn’t help that I
can’t
work out which accounts are real and which are dummies he set up
”
Before
him Sara
nodded
,
her expression serious.
 
“Maybe I
can help.  I knew most of the customers and suppliers...maybe I can help you
eliminate at least some of them
”
Darius
watched her carefully looking for some ulterior motive in her features before
giving a
half-
smile and nod
, “
That would certainly he
lp”

Moving around the desk
,
Sara
saw
the
way he
moved his head in a circle, recognising
the signs of a sore neck,
the need to relax painful muscles.  Without a thought as to what she was doing she
placed her hands on his shoulders
,
gently starting to massage them, feeling the way he
st
iffened with surprise
.
 
“Relax”
,
she
grinned
,
“I actually did a course in this...and your neck is in knots”

Wordlessly
,
he
allowed her to continue, surprised
at
how effectively her fingers
worked out the tension within his neck.  Before long his
whole body
relaxed
,
enjoying the way she
kneaded
his neck
,
the pain disappearing as she
ran her fingers along the length of his shoulders and the back of his neck to his head.  When she
finished he could feel the difference, Sara stepping bac
k with a small smile.
 
“Does that feel better?
”
her soft question raising a small content sigh from him, she giving a chuckle as she
made to
move away
.  “S
till
got it”
,
she
laughed, surprised as his hand
stalled her
, his fingers entwining in her
s
as he
twirled
his chair so that she now stood between his open legs
.

“Yes
...
you definitely have still got it”
,
his sensual drawl
sent a shiver down her spine,
his
dark eyes rising to capture her blue ones, Sara stood enthralled by his unblinking lo
ok.  His quick tug at her hand
saw
her fall forward onto his lap, a small surprised
squeak
leaving her lovely mouth.  Finding
herself
over his
knee
,
his
one arm wra
pped around her waist the other supporting her shoulders as he
leant her down Sar
a
felt her stomach flip.  Nervously running the tip of her tongue along the top of her luscious lips
had
been the final straw for Darius.  With a small growl he
pulled her higher
and kissed
her with heat and passion.

Sara
kissed him back
hungrily, greedily
;
her hands flying to his head as she held him to her.  This
had
not been gentle, not the soft kisses of her bedtime lover, but
feral
, the lust the
y fel
t for
each
other erupting.  His hands pulled at the buttons of her summer dress, sure and determined, Sara shifting slightly in his lap to give him easier access, before she felt the material slide down her side
.  H
is hand caress
ed
her stomach while his mouth maintained its onslaught on her
s
, his tongue sliding along her
lips
.  With a whimper Sara
wriggled in his lap, the steady stroking of his fingers
now moved
up against her ribcage
,
driving her crazy. 

She wanted him
-
needed him – and with an intensity which was shocking to her, a loud groan escaped her lips as his mouth
kissed down h
er chee
k, his teeth capturing her ear as her whole body
shuddered.
  She moved
her hands
to pull
at his shirt, yanking at the buttons until her hand could slide against his warm skin, rewarded with the small shiver that
ran through him.
 
“Bed!
”
his voice husky and full of the need she shared.  By now her nipples
tightened into small points with only the smallest caress of his thumb against them, her own voice raspy as her head
shook
.

“No time”
,
her
fingers
grasp
ed
at his belt, her hand brushed against the bulging need contained within the trousers.  With another growl he
rose
taking her with him.  She
was
aware as he
pushed items on the desk to the side with one
sure
sweep of his arm, before she was deposit
ed on the edge, her legs wide as he stood between them.
  With impatient hands he pushed the dress from her shoulders as Sara
yanked at the belt until it dangled by his side.