Heat Exchange (The Alpha Billionaire's Virgin Book 1) (5 page)

3) I don't know what the girls have told you, but don't make any assumptions. If it's not here in the rules, don't expect it.

4) Sometimes I'll need to work. So I'm sure will you. Work always takes priority.

If those sound good, let me know.

As to being older, one year doesn't really count. Experience does.

Best,

Nyall Anderson

CEO

Sonneman Anderson Research Group

P.S. Your business needs a rebranding.

P.P.S. They're not mistresses. They're sex partners.

TO: Nyall Anderson

FROM: Janey Pankowski

RE: Vacation

Hi Nyall,

Everything you say? Without questioning it? You mean like obey your every sexual command? You can't be serious. I'm a virgin. None of your mistresses mentioned anything like that.

The other rules sound fine.

How do you know I'm only a year older?

And what's wrong with my business name?

Thanks,

Janey Pankowski

CEO

Nutless Wonders

Seattle, WA

TO: Janey Pankowski

FROM: Nyall Anderson

RE: Vacation

Janey,

I know you're a virgin, that's why you'll need to let me lead. Just do everything I say and you'll be fine.

I enjoyed fondling you to orgasm on the elevator, by the way. I liked how wet you were even before I touched you. Do you always get that wet in elevators with strange men? I guess you're lucky that even us rich, unattainable gods have capable hands….

You told me you were 29, remember? Also the report confirmed it. You went to community college. You have a pack of sisters, a mother, and an aunt, but no father. Ever think maybe that's why you're clueless about men? (By your own admission.)

No comment on your company. Just trust my instincts on this.

Nyall Anderson

CEO

Sonneman Anderson Research Group

TO: Nyall Anderson

FROM: Janey Pankowski

RE: Vacation

Nyall,

No, I don't get
wet
all the time with strange men. It's more the elevator I'm attracted to than the guy. You should see me with the antique ones with the wrought iron gates. You were just kind of a bonus.

What report? Am I assuming right, that you had me investigated? Why would you do that?

If I have to do everything you say sex-wise, then you HAVE to do everything I say cooking-wise. It's only fair.

Thanks,

Janey Pankowski

CEO

Nutless Wonders

Seattle, WA

TO: Janey Pankowski

FROM: Nyall Anderson

RE: Vacation

Janey,

I think I'm getting a sense of why you might still be a virgin. That's a sharp tongue you have.

You were hot in that elevator. Hot and very aroused. I wanted to put my finger deep inside your pussy when you came, but the camera made that impossible. Your orgasm would have been better if we'd had privacy. I'm looking forward to having privacy with you.

Report is routine. Not a big deal. I didn't learn about your double life as a cross-dressing cat burglar, don't worry.

If I have to let you boss me around in the kitchen to get your obedience, then so be it.

Nyall Anderson

CEO

Sonneman Anderson Research Group

P.S. I think about that day in the elevator every night. It makes me hard as a rock. You were very sweet.

Janey found she couldn't reply to his last email. Not because of how late it was. It was after ten, and she didn't have to go in to work on Monday. But she found her body was in turmoil.

Her orgasm would have been
better
? What did he mean?

And what freakish thing had happened, that he seemed to have a thing about her now?
It makes me hard as a rock.
Janey got up and began to pace. She could feel that tight tension in her loins that was starting to become familiar.

She paced faster, aware of an all-body flush that was making her extremely uncomfortable. Suddenly she realized that she was sexually frustrated. Beyond frustrated. Wild. She'd never felt like this before. What she wanted was to be sitting in that elevator again, Nyall Anderson behind her, and his hand down her pants.

It was at least three weeks away to their vacation. How would she handle waiting three weeks?

Swiftly, she sat down and typed out an email.

TO: Nyall Anderson

FROM: Janey Pankowski

RE: Vacation

Hi Nyall,

This is embarrassing. I'm having a problem. What you said in your email made me feel really hot. I don't know what to do. I know we're not going to start this until October. But you're supposed to know so much about sex. What can I do? Please help. I keep thinking about being in that elevator now. I'm sorry if this is bothering you about something that's not your problem.

Your idiotic ignorant friend,

Janey Pankowski

CEO

Nutless Wonders

Seattle, WA

TO: Janey Pankowski

FROM: Nyall Anderson

RE: Vacation

Janey,

Fuck. I'd come there now, but I'm in Atlanta.

Am I correct in assuming you don't know how to pleasure yourself?

Nyall Anderson

CEO

Sonneman Anderson Research Group

TO: Nyall Anderson

FROM: Janey Pankowski

RE: Vacation

Hi Nyall,

Well I do of course but it doesn't make me feel anything like you made me feel. When I touch myself it's like tasty little sips of grape juice whereas what you did to me was more of a shaken-champagne thing where the bubbles fizzle all inside my mouth and leave me just happy all over. Just forget it. I don't know what I was thinking. This is private stuff. I shouldn't even be talking to you about it. Why does this keep happening with you? Have you hypnotized me into telling you absolutely everything? I'll call one of my friends for advice.

Thanks,

Janey Pankowski

CEO

Nutless Wonders

Seattle, WA

TO: Janey Pankowski

FROM: Nyall Anderson

RE: Vacation

Janey,

No hypnosis. It's just sexual chemistry. Maybe a bit stronger than usual. If it helps any, I'm probably twice as frustrated as you.

Okay, new rule. No more emails until I see you in October. It's already after one in the morning here and I have to be up at six.

Until then, try to touch yourself like I touched you. You'll like it. If it helps, imagine that I'm there with you.

Nyall Anderson

CEO

Sonneman Anderson Research Group

TO: Nyall Anderson

FROM: Janey Pankowski

RE: Vacation

Just one more email and then I'll go away.

So I'm guessing you're going to call one of your lovers to release all that sexual frustration that you're experiencing. I hope it helps. They're all very nice ladies. I wish I had someone to call. But then if I did, I wouldn't be in this predicament in the first place.

Good night,

Janey Pankowski

CEO

Nutless Wonders

Seattle, WA

TO: Janey Pankowski

FROM: Nyall Anderson

RE: Vacation

Janey,

I'm in fucking Atlanta. I have nobody to call here.

Nyall Anderson

CEO

Sonneman Anderson Research Group

TO: Nyall Anderson

FROM: Janey Pankowski

RE: Vacation

Can't you get a call girl?

Janey Pankowski

CEO

Nutless Wonders

Seattle, WA

TO: Janey Pankowski

FROM: Nyall Anderson

RE: Vacation

Janey,

Thanks for the advice. I don't pay for sex. And please don't suggest I pick someone up. I'm aware of my options.

Nyall Anderson

CEO

Sonneman Anderson Research Group

TO: Nyall Anderson

FROM: Janey Pankowski

RE: Vacation

I'm sorry if I offended you.

I hope you'll be okay. What do you do when you're frustrated and can't find a lover? Do you pleasure yourself?

Thanks,

Janey Pankowski

CEO

Nutless Wonders

Seattle, WA

TO: Janey Pankowski

FROM: Nyall Anderson

RE: Vacation

Janey,

Are you doing this to me on purpose? My cock is so hard right now I'm going to explode without even touching it. I want to fuck you so bad I'm sweating. Now get your virgin ass to bed and stop teasing me.

Nyall Anderson

CEO

Sonneman Anderson Research Group

TO: Nyall Anderson

FROM: Janey Pankowski

RE: Vacation

I wasn't teasing! But—wow. I guess the more we talk about it the harder it is. Were you serious?

Never mind. I know it's late there. I just want to tell you that I want you, too. A lot. I find you very attractive. I'll go now and try to pleasure myself.

Oh and by the way I'm not as nervous about all of this as I was. It's good to know you seem to be attracted to me, though I don't really get it.

I hope you like pineapple carrot cake. I will send an assistant over with some next week to thank you for talking me through this.

Otherwise I'll stay out of your hair until October.

Good night,

Janey Pankowski

CEO

Nutless Wonders

Seattle, WA

TO: Janey Pankowski

FROM: Nyall Anderson

RE: Vacation

Janey,

You were teasing me, even if you didn't know it.

I'm fond of pineapple carrot cake. Thanks.

Yes, I am attracted to you.

When you touch yourself, try to put your finger inside your pussy. It will feel good and will help stretch you. If you do this each night until our vacation, then it might make the deflowering more comfortable for you.

Good night.

Nyall Anderson

CEO

Sonneman Anderson Research Group

P.S. It just occurred to me you might not know how to put your finger inside your pussy. If you don't, don't worry about it. I'll teach you everything.

This was where he lived?
This
?

Janey stood next to her van, gazing at the building across the street. The address in the posh old district on Queen Anne Hill had led her to expect a mansion. Yet it turned out to be a modern multi-unit building, at five stories taller than most but nothing like a mansion or even a high rise with a penthouse.

Maybe, Janey thought hopefully, she'd been wrong. Maybe the Internet, all those ladies, and his clothes had lied somehow and he wasn't as wealthy as sin.

She was still pretty sure he was out of her league, though.

The weeks leading up to today had been nerve-racking for Janey. Other than one brief email with directions to his home, she hadn't heard again from Nyall after that last email promising to teach her everything.

Just from that one day of exchanging emails with him, though, her body had been set on edge, and there it remained. She seemed to be constantly aroused. The one exception was her period, when she huddled in bed with cramps for two days and then walked around in hormonal hyperdrive afterward.

It was a relief that her period was over before October came around. Dealing with losing her virginity and staying at Nyall's house for a week already promised to be disastrous enough without her having to worry about overcoming menstrual shyness too.

That was about the only bright light in the three-week wait. The nights had been frustrating, every one.

Her stress had been so evident that her friends, family, assistants, and even clients all thought she needed a vacation. If they only knew it was the upcoming vacation that was doing this to her!

She picked up her totes, crossed the street, walked up the steps, located the name "Anderson" on the fancy name plate and called up.

An indistinct voice rumbled a greeting through the intercom.

"Hi, it's Janey," she said.

The voice said something she couldn't understand. She put her hand on the handle and stared at the door, waiting for it to buzz so she could open it. But nothing happened.

Just as she was about to call up again, the door opened and Nyall Anderson walked through.

He stopped short and stared at her. She stared back.

It was the first time she'd seen him since that day in the elevator over three weeks ago. He was wearing a natural colored Aran sweater over jeans and casual shoes. His hair wasn't as tousled. His day beard stubble was darker. But otherwise, he was just as she remembered him.

Tall, intimidating, and too gorgeous for mere mortals like her.

She sucked in a breath. A draft from the cool October night hit the entryway, but that wasn't why she shivered.