His Needs: Billionaire Alpha (7 page)

Chapter 12

Bethany

"Well, that went well." Matt glanced up as Bethany downed her second glass of wine. They had wrapped things up with Jonathan an hour later and headed out to dinner, just the four of them. Bethany was almost glad that the eclectic art dealer had turned them down for the meal. Spending time with Damon, Matt and Erica sounded relaxing, or it might have been if Matt wasn’t sitting on pins and needles around the blond bombshell that Bethany wanted to get closer to.

It would be nice to have a friend, and since there weren't many girls her age to choose from and Krista was facing trial for murder, Erica would have to do.

"It did. I think Jonathan really liked your work." Erica smiled seductively and pressed her elbows to the table as her wine glass dangled from her fingers. "It was a great portfolio. I'm glad you decided to show him the full breadth of your talent and not just have the scenery pieces in there."

"Were you thinking about leaving out the paintings of people?" Bethany picked up a piece of garlic bread from the center of the table and glanced over to see Damon on his phone, working no doubt. The man rarely gave it a rest, but she understood all too well. She was itching to get back to the room to work on something for Kendal that she needed to have ready by Tuesday morning and a research project synopsis for class on Monday. The good times were almost over, but she was hanging on as long as she could. Damon seemed to have moved on already.

"Yeah. Some people get uber sensitive about paintings of faces. Noses are especially hard to get right, emotion is difficult, and everyone has an opinion about whether the piece looks true to form. It's hard, but they're my favorite to work on by far."

"Was the one of the dark-haired girl, the close up, Bethany?" Erica took a sip of her wine, and Bethany couldn't help but notice how closely Matt's eyes followed her. He was into her. Why was he fighting it so much?

Was it the monster in the bedroom bullshit? She had to ask Damon about it later. Surely he would know more than she did and could fill in the blanks for her. The question was, would he? And really... did she want to know more about Matt's bedroom tendencies?

Sadly enough, yes.

"No. It's just a coincidence. I did that one back in two thousand and thirteen." He shrugged and picked up his menu. "I hope it works out with Jonathan, though I'm not sure if working on paintings all the time will work for me. We'll see."

"I know of a certain advertising agent for a great company that's looking for a lead designer." Erica chuckled as Matt gave her a look.

"Who?" Damon glanced up from his phone.

"Us, silly." Erica shook her head and reached out to squeeze Matt's thick shoulder. "Have you given it anymore thought?"

"What's that?" He turned and gave her a quick glance. It was almost too cute how shy he was around her.

"You coming to work for Erica, Matt. It's a good balance in your life. Paint some of the time and work for her and us, really the rest of the time. It's not as restrictive as you think. I talked with her a little bit about it, and you could have the freedom to come and go as you want." Damon's voice was a little muted by the angle of his head as he continued to answer e-mails on his phone.

Annoyance rolled over Bethany, but she swallowed it down. It wouldn't do anyone any good for her to reach out and put her hand on the screen. He needed to put the damn thing up, but she wasn't going to be the one to tell him. They were getting along for the first time all week. She wasn't messing up the serenity.

"I'm thinking about it. We can chat tomorrow morning when you show me the new office space you guys have." Matt winked at Bethany and pulled the bread basket closer to him. "Did you like that red suit Jonathan had on? I'm thinking I need one."

She laughed and spit a little of her wine out at the thought of him in something so grotesque. "No. Just no."

Damon grunted and handed her a napkin, a look of disdain on his impossibly handsome face. He was lucky he was so hot. He was an ass far too often not to have the looks to rein someone back in from walking away.

"I think it would look great on you." Erica laughed and set her wine down. "I've had too much to drink. I'm going to the ladies’ room. I want the grilled salmon and veggies if they come."

"We'll get it for you." Bethany smiled up at the other woman and waited until she left to turn her attention back to Matt.

"You need to take her dancing tonight, or for dinner tomorrow night."

"What? No." Matt shook his head.

Damon's phone rang and he stood. "I need to take this."

"What do you want us to get-"

He walked off and answered the phone, leaving Bethany to feel silly for asking him anything.

"Ugh. He's such a dick sometimes." Matt grabbed another piece of bread and tossed it across the table to her. "Why do you put up with him?"

The light tone of his voice let her know that he was teasing her, but the question was rather valid.

"No clue." She shrugged and took a bite of the bread. "Let's not talk about me and Damon, let’s instead focus on something new and fun. Like you and Erica."

"There is no me and Erica. She's far too much woman for me, Sis. Seriously. Look at her." He pushed at her glass of wine a little. "She drinks white wine for God's sake."

Bethany snorted. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"You gotta be a tough bitch to handle three glasses of white wine. It's so tart and dry that my lips get tucked under my gums, like this." He tucked his bottom and top lip in, leaving him to look like a horse with more gums and teeth than anyone should be allowed. "How do you like me now?"

She laughed again and put the rest of the bread into her mouth, speaking around it. "I'm falling in love with you. I'm so glad you're not like your brother. I couldn't handle two of you."

"How naughty would that be? You in bed with both of your brothers?" He gasped dramatically. "At the same fucking time?" Another gasp.

"What are you two laughing about?" Erica took her seat beside him, and Bethany watched as he transformed from laid back and fun-loving to stiff and unyielding.

"Just being siblings." Bethany shrugged and picked up her menu as the waiter approached. Damon was nowhere to be found, so Matt ordered him a steak, which turned out to be the wrong cut of meat and the wrong temperature from what he wanted.

To say that he was moody would have been an understatement.

*

"I have some work I need to do tonight," Damon barked as he glanced over his shoulder.

Bethany shrugged and kept her thoughts to herself. Dinner had been fun in momentary spurts when Matt wasn't giving Erica stiff responses and Damon wasn't mumbling half-ass responses. She should have just gone to dinner with Matt by herself.

Damon walked into the room and pulled off his jacket, tossing it on the bed and working on his tie. She wanted to move around him and help undress him sensually, but he wasn't in the mood to be bothered with anything, least of all her.

"Have you met everyone from this Zarpeth team?" She tried to start a casual conversation as she opened her suitcase and pulled out some comfortable clothes.

He glanced up from the desk he hovered over and smirked. "I'm the CFO of the company. I put the team together."

"Okay, Mr. Sensitive. Shit. I was just wondering who all was on the team. It was an ice breaker of sorts."

"We can talk about it at breakfast tomorrow. I have too much to do tonight to casually talk about things that don't matter." He sat down and pulled the laptop closer to him.

She ignored the sting deep inside her chest at his dismissal of her. Why was she there again? Right, to make her mark on McKenzie and Bryant. It would have been nice if it was for a better reason, like supporting her man or having a getaway for the two of them, but nothing could be further from the truth. When Damon wasn't tense he was difficult. When he was stressed, there was no dealing with him.

After putting on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt she slipped her feet into her sandals and pulled her laptop strap over her shoulder.

"Where are you going?" He glanced up.

"To the hotel lobby. I figure you might be making calls or-"

"I'm not. You're good staying here, just keep the TV down low if you're going to watch it. I need to review a few things for our meeting tomorrow and work through the Kissinger tax files. You know... nothing too pressing."

She walked to the door and opened it. "It's all good. I'll find a comfortable chair in the executive lounge and work on my school stuff. I have a lot due when we get back home."

"You can't go into there looking like that."

She put her hand on her hip. "Like what exactly?"

He lifted his eyebrow as if she should have already known what she looked like, and she did. The challenge was for him to insult her.

Why are you trying to start a fight?

"Right. Do what you want." He shook his head and went back to his computer, leaving her standing there.

"I will." She grabbed the door handle, but stopped as the sound of his laptop slapping shut caused her to stiffen.

"You know what, I'll go. I need a drink anyway, and I'm still dressed in something more appropriate for the lounge. Just stay here." He tucked the laptop in his briefcase and moved past her, pulling the door open. "Be awake when I get back. I want to go over a few things before we go to sleep."

"Over what?" She moved back, a little surprised by his desire to leave the room. His reasoning was asinine, but so was he.

"Some of the auditing steps that you'll be in charge of."

"I'm an intern." She wished she could have pulled her words back the minute they left her lips.

He chuckled. "Is that all you want to be?"

"Did I say that?" She moved away from the door and let out a tired huff. "Just go. You're in a mood, and we're just going to tear each other apart. You got your sex, so whatever."

"Got my sex?" He snorted and opened the door. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like it means." She crawled up in the bed and waited to press her palms to her eyes until he let the door close behind him without a word.

She shouldn't have said it, but it was how she felt. He wasn't at all the same guy who'd dropped down to his knee in the sand in Jamaica. He was more like the asshole that let some girl give him head while she watched on her first day of work.

"No. Please don't let us go backward. We don't have much farther to go to unravel everything. Please."

Chapter 13

Damon

"Now that you got your sex? What the fuck does that mean? She didn't want to fuck?" he growled as he took the stairs all the way to the bottom floor of the hotel. She was being so incredibly sensitive, and it was getting old.

It was because she was young, that and the fact that their relationship was so new. Why the hell did he propose? It only seemed to add another layer of weight on their already crumbling foundation.

Because I love her.

Do you?

"Yes," he mumbled and walked into the executive club as a pretty redhead at the hostess stand glanced up and smiled warmly.

"Evening, Sir. Would you like a table with a connection or no?"

"Damon. Over here, man." Ben's voice caught him off guard, and he moved over a little and lifted his hand to wave at his old friend.

Where he needed to get a few things done, the night was young. He could have a drink or two with Ben, catch up and then try to work through some of his ever-expanding to-do list. Besides, he owed Ben a bit of an apology. He'd been a horse's ass earlier that week to both Ben and Linda. Chances are that both of them had let it slide, but nevertheless, Damon was working on being better about letting his emotions get the best of him.

"I'm good. I'll come get another table after a few drinks with an old friend." He nodded and started to walk off as the woman gripped his upper arm lightly, stopping him.

"I'm Amanda." She handed him a card. "Let me know if there is anything you need while you're here."

He winked and pulled from her hold. "Great. Thanks."

Slut.

"Hey, buddy. When did you get in?" Damon slid into the booth across from Ben and started to get his computer out, but decided against it. He could spare a few minutes.

"About two hours ago." Ben shrugged. "The whole team is here, but I thought it would be nice to have a drink by myself, you know, test out the theory that only alcoholics drink alone."

"And? You figured out if you fit the bill?" Damon chuckled, letting the angst from his fight with Bethany go.

"I'm still working on that." Ben glanced down at his hands and back up. "So Bethany didn't come with you? I thought we were going to start her on-"

"She's upstairs. We're having our tenth misunderstanding for the day." Damon leaned back and turned as the waiter walked up. "Vodka and a splash of sprite. Three limes and a napkin, please."

"Of course, Sir."

"We tried to wrap up most of the third quarter stuff at the office before leaving this afternoon, but it's just massive. We're meeting at six tomorrow morning in one of the conference rooms to try and finish up." Ben shrugged, seemingly ignoring Damon's comments about Bethany. He was almost grateful not to have to explain himself further.

"I'll be down there with you guys. Everyone made the trip okay?"

"Yeah. Who is this new Senior Manager? We met briefly at the airport, but I need to know more. The woman is hot as fucking sin." Ben ran his fingers through his hair.

Damon chuckled. Delilah was beautiful, but Ben was way out of his league if he was thinking about hitting on her. She wasn't the type of woman to date anyone who wasn't wealthy like a well-worn coat. She got that from her mother, as Christa had too. They looked a lot alike, but Christa's hair was darker, her tits bigger and she had a nefarious look on her pretty face all the time. Delilah not so much.

"She's actually a good friend from my high school days. I dated her sister... you know, Christa."

"Dude. I seriously thought she was Christa, but when she introduced herself..."

"They do look a lot alike. Maybe too much." Damon sighed and sunk down into the booth behind him.

"You miss her?" Ben lifted his eyebrow.

"What? Hell no. She was, wait... is a bitch. Greedy and selfish with her eyes on nothing more than scoring a prize. I'm nobody’s trophy. Screw that shit." Damon rolled his shoulders and took his drink from the server as it was delivered.

"Interesting."

Damon lifted his eyebrow. "Why is that interesting?"

"I would have thought she was your trophy. After you being top dog in Kappa Alpha all through college and sleeping with just about every vagina on campus..."

"I didn't sleep with a lot of women."

"Fuck that, you didn't. You're getting old and senile. You slept with a lot of girls. Period." Ben rolled his eyes and ran his hand down his chest, letting it rest on his portly stomach. "Remember that contest you and Kendal had every year."

"Agh, fuck. Don't remind me of that." He laughed, finally relaxing enough to kick-back and let his guard down. It didn't happen too often, but Ben was an old friend. The poor guy hadn't gotten very far in life, but he was a hard worker and would eventually figure out how to play the game. It was always more about who you knew than what you were capable of.

"Someone should. You're a completely different guy now, or maybe you aren’t, shit, I don't know." He shrugged. "I saw Kendal a few months back, and he's changed completely. Stiff as hell and seems to have a chip on his shoulder."

"I've changed a lot." Damon nursed his drink, thinking of all the women he took to his bed before growing up a little. They weren't toys, though most wished they were. It was disturbing and the older he got, the more he moved away from giving in to their desires, even if they matched his own. Bethany was different. Why, he was unsure, but the fact remained. If she wanted it, all she'd have to do was say so, but therein lied the challenge. She wasn't ballsy enough to stand up to him yet. She was almost there, but not quite yet. "Kendal has a lot of reason to withdraw. He worked his balls off to get that job at the university. Thanks to some whorish child with stars in her eyes, he almost lost everything."

"I'd love to hear that story."

"Then ask him. It's not my tale to tell." Damon turned as a busty girl with big green eyes and long dark hair walked up. Her blue dress was tight, leaving plenty of her tits bouncing above the top of it. Red lipstick and a pretty pink tongue that darted out and licked at her mouth. She knew she was hot.

"Hi boys. My friends over there and I were wondering if you might like to buy us a drink." She smiled as Ben grunted.

"Nope. We're gay. Can't you tell?" He lifted his eyebrow and glanced across the table at Damon. "Women nowadays. Jeez."

Damon chuckled and lifted his glass to the girl. "Thanks for the offer, but no thanks."

"Wait. Are you?" The girl shifted her eyes back and forth between Damon and Ben.

"We don't kiss and tell." Damon finished his drink and pulled out his laptop as she walked away, mumbling about how all the good ones were taken.

"You're welcome." Ben tapped the table between them.

"Thank you?" Damon popped open the computer and ran his finger down the screen to open the programs.

"Yeah. I was saving you."

"From what? A hot woman?" Damon smirked and turned his attention back to the screen.

"No, from making a mistake. You're with Bethany now, right?" Ben coughed. "You know that's a big ass mistake in the making, right?"

"We had this discussion already, and you didn't save me from anything. I proposed to her. I'm a lot of things, but a cheater isn't one of them." Damon brushed his fingers across his lips. "Why is it that our tax people never seem to work as fast as the audit side?"

"The rules change too often. You know that. Cut them some slack."

Damon sat back as Ben reached across and closed the screen. "We're old friends, right? Frat brothers?"

"Yeah. So." Damon reached for the top, but paused.

"So I'm telling you as someone who cares about you, you need to set this thing up with Bethany well. She's not only an intern at the firm, she's-"

"I know. Stop fucking reminding me," he growled, wishing like hell he could pick them up and move to a foreign country where no one knew either of them. That would solve everything in their relationship, maybe... but the host of other problems it would create was almost stifling.

"She wants to move in together, which is the next step in the relationship, but I'm not sure I'm ready for that just yet." Damon picked up his glass and lifted it, trying to get the server’s attention.

"You proposed. I'm pretty sure you don't get to
not
be ready for anything. Next steps are blown out of the fucking water thanks to the ring you gave her."

"What's with the tone, Ben? You don't even know her." Damon leaned forward a little as aggression pumped through his center.

"Hey. I'm just worried about you." Ben leaned back and lifted his hands in a show of surrender. "You know I'd support you in any crazy, fucked up adventure you wanted to go on, but this... it's nuts. Period."

"I agree, but it is what it is." Damon shrugged and opened the laptop. He'd proposed too soon, but like any great opportunist, he wasn't willing to let go of the one that would eventually become the right partner for his lifestyle. She was everything he wanted and then some. She'd grow into the rest, and most likely mold him into the man she wanted him to be. It would just take time and a whole lot of fucking frictions from what he could tell.

"It's not what it is. This is marriage. It's a really big deal." Ben lifted his hands again. "I know, I'm just saying."

"Well, don't. I'm fine. We're not moving in together for a while. We both need to grow into our relationship a little more. I'm happy with the moves I've made. I love her."

"Do you, or are you infatuated with her."

"Is there a difference?" Damon chuckled. "You're drunk and emotional. Stop projecting that sappy love shit on me. Bethany and I are good together, and everything is going to work out perfectly."

"How do you know?"

"Because I'll force it to."

"Even if that upsets her? Women don't like that alpha male shit too long. It's good in the beginning, but then you better start softening."

"Not happening." Damon clicked a few buttons. "Go get some sleep and leave me in peace. My relationship with Bethany is great."

"Where is she?"

"In the room." He glanced up. "Why?"

"I'm pretty sure that's her getting into that cab." Ben pointed out the window as Damon's heart almost stopped in his chest.

"What the fuck." He slipped out of the booth and took his phone with him. The cab was gone by the time he walked out of the hotel.

A valet turned toward him and smiled. "Need me to get your car for you, Sir?"

"No. Where was that girl headed?"

"Um... I don't know." He turned back toward Damon with an odd expression.

"Right. Of course you don't." He turned and walked down the long sidewalk that led toward the parking lot as he called her.

"Hey." Her voice was thick as if she'd been crying.

"Where are you going? It's fucking eleven o'clock in a big city."

"I'm getting some Tums. My stomach is killing me and they don't-"

"Why didn't you text me to get them."

"Because you were busy." Her bark was worse than her bite.

He pulled the phone from his ear and let out a long sigh. She didn't see him as anything more than an asshole. Otherwise, she would have come down and asked him to go with her, or for her.

"Be careful. I'll see you when you get back. Stop by the bar and let me know you're safe."

"Right. Will do, boss." The phone went dead.

A growl left him that had an elderly couple moving to the other side of the sidewalk. Why did women have to be so damn sensitive?

Ben walked out of the hotel. "Everything okay?"

Damon slipped his facade into place. "It's great. She's just running to the store."

"Ah. All right, boss. See you in the morning. Good talk."

Ben turned and walked back inside as Damon lifted his face toward the sky and tried not to condemn her to an ass-chewing when she got back. Why in the world she would leave the hotel without telling him was a mystery.

"She's an independent, strong woman. It's one of the many things you love about her," he huffed as if combating his own thoughts. "You do. You love her. Period.”