Regency Romance: A Duchess in Disguise (Historical 19th Century Victorian Romance) (Duke Fantasy Billionaire Romance) (29 page)

*****

''Avaline,'' Colten shouted. Avaline hurried into his office carrying a notepad. ''I want you to book a two rooms at the Hilton Hotel in London.''

''Sure. Who shall I say will be staying?''

''Me and you.''

''Er....okay,'' She looked at him suspiciously.

''Why are you
looking
at me like that? I'm going to look at some deals in
London,
and I need my PA with me.''

''But you've never done any business outside the US.''

''And now is the perfect time to start. The market has reached rock bottom. There are some great deals around in London.''

''Right, when are we going.''

''Tomorrow. You'll need to book the flights as well. Me first class, you economy.''

Avaline
looked a little
disappointed,
but Colten was in no mood for facial antics. It would do her good to realize how was the boss. She'd had enough of his hospitality. Now it was time for her to feel that she was way down the pecking order again.''

The next day Robert dropped them off at Los Angeles International
Airport,
and they boarded a nonstop flight to London. It took eleven hours. Colten arrived refreshed from having slept most of the way in a very comfortable reclining chair. Avaline, on the other hand, was sleep deprived and sweaty after her ordeal in economy class. 

When they arrived at the Hilton, Avaline wanted to go to bed, but Colten wasn't having any of it. He decided he wanted to see the sights.
He
paid a taxi driver a small fortune to drive them around a list of sights he'd downloaded from the internet before they left LA.

When they reached Buckingham Palace, he prodded
Avaline
who was nodding off next to him. ''Look. That's where the Queen hangs out. It's great to see isn't it.''
Avaline
nodded, eyes half closed. To her, it was some large building with an ornate railing in front of it. Nothing to get worked
up about
. Colten was equally enthusiastic at the Houses of Parliament, Westminster Abbey, Nelson's Column and Piccadilly Circus. By the time they reached the Hilton, Avaline was fast asleep.

Colten decided he would give her a few hours to sleep and then buy her dinner. They had a lot of appointments the following
day,
and he decided to do some preparation in his room.

At six pm he rang Avaline.

''Hello,' she said
in a
gruff voice.

''Did you sleep well?''

''Yes. Very.''

''Dinner in an hour in the main restaurant,'' he hung up.

Avaline
had packed a black cocktail
dress,
and she decided if he
were
going to be an asshole to her then she would return the favor. He'd made her fly economy all the way from
LA,
and it was perfectly obvious her room was nowhere near as luxurious as his. She didn't expect the best room in the house, but she wasn't going to be treated like a servant either. She was going to make him suffer. She would look so hot he'd have an erection all through dinner.

And when she arrived in reception via the elevator, she did look hot. A few handsome men were checking into the
hotel,
and all of them watched every step she took until she disappeared into the restaurant. Colten was sitting at a cozy table for two in the corner, next to the window. When he saw her, his jaw dropped. As she moved sensually toward him, he saw her hips swinging, fighting the black material, and her breasts
standing proud
for this attention. Her blonde hair waved past her shoulders to the middle of her back.

''You look stunning,'' he said. ''I know you're my
PA,
and
you
don't like me talking like that, but you are so beautiful tonight.''

''Well it's London. It's a classy
place,
so I decided to make a bit of an effort.''

When the waiter was busy pouring the wine, Colten made a decision. Tonight had to be the night. It
was make
or break time. He wanted
her,
and he
was used
to getting his way. No, he always got what he wanted. If she wanted to refuse him, then it would be the last time.

''
That was great
,'' she said after coffee. ''It's
really
a luxurious place isn't it. More luxury than I have ever seen.''

''You can have all the luxury in the world, you know that.''

''I know. You keep telling me. Only I know what I have to do for
that,
and
I
'm not a gold
digger,
and as I've said so often, it's unprofessional.''

He looked at her as his erection grew larger.
  ''I don't think you quite understand, I don't just want you for a quickie or a few months. My intentions are honorable.''

''Not according to your track record. What else do I have to go on? I need this job and if you get bored of me, and kick me out, where will I go? No Colten, it's not right.''

Colten stood up and offered her his arm. Very well, let me escort you to your room and we'll call it a night. She took his
arm,
and they proceeded to leave the restaurant. On the way past an elderly couple, Colten heard the lady say, ''what a lovely couple.''

It seemed to Colten as if the elevator took an age to get to the third floor. Eventually, a bell
rang,
and the door opened. ''That's me,''
Avaline
said. ''I can manage from here.''

''No way, look what happened to you in LA when you
were left
on your own.''

''Colten, I'm in a luxury London hotel, I'm hardly going to get mugged between here and my room.''

Colten
wasn't having
it. He got out of the elevator and proceeded to escort her to her room. Outside room 315, she stopped and looked
for
the key in her bag.

''Thank you for
a wonderful
evening. I will remember it for a long time,'' she said.

Colten snatched the key-card from her hand and shoved it in the slot. The lock
clicked,
and he pushed the door open.

''What are you....?''

''I've had enough of this now. I want you and
I'm
going to have you. I'm
gonna
take what I
want,
and you're going to enjoy it.''

''But I told you.....''

Colten pulled her into the room and pushed her face first against the wall. He closed the door with his foot and leaned against her back. He put his mouth on her neck and kissed it.

''You want it as much as I do. So stop playing games with me. You're teasing
me,
and I've had more than my fill of it.''

She felt his hand at the hem of her dress and soon her buttocks were exposed to the
cool
air in the room. He pulled her string off in on
easy
movement and put his hand over her vulva.

''As I thought, you're as wet as hell. Now tell me you don't want me.''
Avaline
didn't say anything. The authority in his voice and they way he'd just ripped her panties off had turned her on. ''Come on tell me, you want it too, don't you?'' He let his fingers massage her womanhood as he kissed her neck again.

''Damn you. Yes, I want it. But I want more than a quick screw. If I let you take me, that's
it; I
want it all. I'm not one of your cheap whores.''

''I've told you, you can have it all. Whatever you
want
.'' His free hand reached around and pulled one of her breasts out of the flimsy dress. Her nipple was already hard.

''I want love, respect, and your affection.''

He pulled her from the wall and threw her on the bed. He got on top of her and kissed her. ''You got it, babe. You got it all. Now just let me fuck you for Christ sake.''

She kissed him back and put her arm around his neck. His body on top of hers, she could feel his erection pressing against her belly. He pulled away and stood up. He threw his jacket onto the chair in the corner of the room and took off his tie. His shoes and socks followed the jacket.

Avaline sat up and helped him unfasten his shirt. When it slipped
off his shoulders,
she ran her hands over his smooth skin. She playfully raked her nails over his chest and kissed each of his nipples.

''
There's something going
on down here,'' she said. ''Let's see what you've got.'' She lowered his zipper and put her hand inside his pants and then into his shorts. ''Now that's a cock,'' she whispered as she felt how long and thick he was.

He smiled and reached down to her dress. He unfastened the halter and let it fall from her breasts. ''Nice,'' he whispered as he fondled them. He pulled her hand out of his pants and slid them, and his shorts, down past his thighs. Avaline slipped out of the dress and lay on the bed naked. When he was ready, he lay down next to her and pulled her onto him. She straddled him and slipped him inside her with a low moan. She stayed still and bent down to kiss him.

''So you like
woman
on top?'' she asked.

''I want to look at you. I want to see your face and your tits.'' He thrust his hips up encouraging her to move. And move she did. She bucked up and down on him, pressing her pubic bone against his shaft. He played with her breasts, flicking his thumb over her nipples. She increased the pace, her hips moving back and forth
as fast
as she could manage. When he reached behind her and groped her buttocks, she let out a load moan and slumped in a shaking heap on top of him. He put his strong arms around her and flipped her onto her back. He lay still until her orgasm was over. Then he entered her again. This time, he was in charge, and he began to thrust into her with hard strokes which made her gasp. He was heavy on her but
warm,
and she loved the intimacy. She loved the coarse feel of the hair on his thighs and the feel of his face as she ran her fingers over his cheeks. He was an intense lover who demanded she open her legs as wide as she could and take him into her. He was a man, a real man, the kind of man she'd always wanted and now he was between her legs, she wanted him to stay there forever. 

He rammed her harder, his lust overflowing. She fought back wrapping her legs around his back and thrusting her hips up, demanding his seed. She felt him beginning to
sweat,
and she loved the scent of him.

''Come on,'' she said. ''Take me with you.'' She reached down and began to touch herself.

''I'm coming, fucking coming,'' he shouted. Avaline rubbed herself furiously and reached an intense orgasm at the same time as his semen spilled from him into her
deep
warmth.

On top of her, breathing hard, he kissed the side of her face and then her neck. She wrapped her long legs tighter around his back not wanting him to leave her. When he had to, he rolled off her and lay next to her. He took her hand and lay it on his stomach.

''I like you a hell of a lot. I'm not letting you go,'' he said.

''I want to spend so much time with you.
I want to know all of you. You know I can't be your PA now, don't you.''

''Yes. I know. What do you
really
want to do?''

''I want to be a mom.''

''Well, let's see what we can arrange,'' he said rolling onto his side. ''Give me a few minutes.''

*****

THE END

Tonya Campbell was late for
work; the
road was littered with branches after a violent thunderstorm the previous
evening,
and the fire department had partially closed the road. Tonya was glad it had rained because it had been unbearably hot over the
previous
three weeks and the surgery had
been littered
with
old people
suffering from heat stroke.

When she pulled into St James Medical Facility, she waved at Jonnie, the gardener and parked her battered old VW Beetle in her usual place.

''Hi Jonnie, how you doing?'' she shouted across the parking lot. Jonnie was pruning a border of roses adjacent to the surgery.

''Great Tonya. How's your mom?''

''Not great,'' Tonya replied.

''Send her my love. She's a tough old thing. She'll be fine.'' Tonya wished she shared Jonnie's optimism.

The rain had brought the temperature down by a few degrees and everything smelled fresh again. The surgery was built about ten years previously and served the community of Sandpoint, Idaho. The town is situated on the Lake Pend Oreille just outside the Kanikusu National Forest a major tourist attraction. In summer, the
town
was full of hikers and in winter full of skiers. Tonya was grateful that she was born in such a picturesque
place,
and she had no intention of leaving.

''Here she is,'' Gretta said thankfully. ''Tonya, Mrs. Bain here says she has an appointment this morning, but I can't find it anywhere in the system.''

''Hi Mrs. Bain. How are you?'' Tonya asked.

''I need to see the doctor about my, you know what,'' Mrs. Bain whispered.

Tonya knew very well what Mrs. Bain was
referring to
. Mrs. Bain was a regular because she had the worst case of bunions any doctor at the surgery had ever seen.

''No Mrs. Bain, your appointment is for tomorrow morning at eight o'clock.''

''Does that mean I've got to come back again? It's such a nuisance. I can hardly walk.''

''I'll see what I can do, Mrs. Bain. Bear with me a moment.''

Mrs. Bain, who was around eighty and bent double, looked at Gretta. ''She's
a good
receptionist is our Tonya. Without her this practice would collapse,'' she said.

Gretta was just eighteen, the daughter of one of the town's mayor. She'd decided to spend the summer getting some work experience by assisting Tonya on reception.

''Alright Mrs. Bain, Doctor
Aldroyd
will see you. He can squeeze you in before morning surgery.''

''Oh but he's such a bore. Isn't there anybody else?'' Mrs. Bain complained.

''I'm afraid it's either Doctor
Aldroyd
or a trip back here tomorrow,'' Tonya answered. ''Hurry up, though, the waiting room will be filling up soon.'' Mrs. Bain shuffled from the reception area and sat down in the waiting room next door.

''Sorry I'm late Gretta. Was she horrible to you?''

''No. She
was fine
.''

''We have a lot of
patients
and a few of them can be very awkward. But you'll get used to dealing with different kinds of people soon enough.''

Tonya sat down behind the reception desk which
was made
of wood and metal and painted a gaudy shade of green. It was seven minutes past seven in the morning. Surgery began at seven thirty and Tonya looked to see which doctors were on duty that day. Dr. Aldroyd, Dr. Day and Dr. Crosby. Five minutes later a steady stream of patients began to come into reception. She took their names and referred them to the waiting room.

At ten Tonya's cell phone rang. On the display, she could see that it was her mother. She answered nervously.

''Hi honey,'' her mom said. ''I'm afraid it's not good news. It's cancer again.''

Tonya felt herself welling up. Cancer was a word that struck into her heart like a rod of hot steel. ''Oh mom. How can that be? Are they sure?''

''I'm afraid so.''

Tonya felt sick. Her mother had been in and out of
hospital
for a couple of years with various
complaints,
but breast cancer was the
most serious
of them. She'd had a small operation to remove a lump six months ago, and now it would appear to have returned.

''I don't know what to say, mom. We'll just have to fight it again.''

Tonya's mom wasn't old. She was only forty-five, Tonya was twenty-two.''Listen I'll try and come home early, okay?''

''Alright my love. See you later.''

Tonya put her phone down and stood up. ''Gretta, can you take over for a while. I need some fresh air.''

Outside, she found a corner in the yard, crouched down and let the tears flow. After a while, she felt in her skirt pocket for a tissue and was dismayed to find she didn't have one. As she walked back to the surgery door, Dr. Crosby came out, presumably on his way to see bed-bound patients.

At just thirty-three, Dr. Crosby owned several medical facilities, many pieces of real estate and a sixty-foot yacht. He was at a point in his life where he didn't have to work, but he enjoyed contact with patients and continued to work as a doctor at his facility.
He
also happened to be the best-looking doctor the ladies of Sandpoint had ever seen. He was tall and dark with tanned skin and a perfect body. He was always pleasant to
Tonya,
but she was wary of him, he liked his
own
way. Tonya didn't
know,
but he had the hots for her. She was exactly his type. Leggy, slim and blonde with large breasts.

''Tonya, are you okay? You look dreadful,'' he said when he saw her smeared mascara and blotchy skin. She tried to put a brave face on it, but another wave of emotion enveloped
her,
and she burst into tears again. He put his arm around her. He smelled lovely and on any other occasion it would have turned her on. ''Tell me, what's the matter?''

''It's my mom. She's got cancer again.''

''Has the breast cancer come back?''

''Yes.''

''Well don't despair, Dr. Andersen is a good doctor. Your mom's in the best hands. She's been having regular
checks,
so I assume they've caught this in time.''

''I suppose. But it's not only that,'' she said. She looked across the parking lot and saw Jonnie. A fat lot of good his prediction had been. ''It's money. She's already got medical expenses of sixty thousand dollars. She can't
work,
and all my money goes
on
household
expenses
. We can't afford it.''

''Come and talk to me tomorrow,'' he said. ''We'll see what we can do.''

Tonya wondered what he meant. Perhaps he was going to offer her a raise, but it would have to be significant to pay off the mounting debt.

*****

Tonya found her mom in the backyard. They lived together in a quiet residential street just outside the center of town. Her mom enjoyed
gardening,
and they had the best-maintained borders in the street. The house was comfortable without being
luxurious,
but they still had a
mortgage,
and it was draining Tonya's finances. The last thing she wanted to do was sell the house she'd been
born in
.

''Mom. You shouldn't be lifting such heavy things,'' she said when she saw her carrying a large bag of compost.

''It's okay. I
'm fine.
''

''I wish dad
were
here,'' Tonya said as they walked back to the house. ''I miss him every day.''

''You and me both honey. I
really
miss him.''

Tonya's father had died in a car accident three years earlier. He'd been driving alone, minding his own
business
when a man swerved across
the road
and collided with him. The man had been drinking and taking drugs, and of course, he was uninsured which meant Tonya's mom got no compensation at all. Her dad wasn't the sharpest pencil in the box when it came to financing, and he'd failed to take out any life insurance. Tonya was still cross with him for neglecting his financial duty to his wife and daughter. But it was too late things were what they were.

''How was work love?'' her mom asked.

''Okay until you called and told me your news.'' Tonya ran the tap and filled the kettle. ''I had to go out and cry.''

''Oh, honey. Maybe I shouldn't have rung you.''

Tonya looked at her mom. She looked tired and drained. In her youth,
she
'd been Miss Sandpoint and a regular in local fashion shows. She had the same golden hair as Tonya, but she'd put on a bit of weight and no longer looked her best. Tonya blamed the steroids she'd had to take the first time she had cancer.

''Dr. Crosby saw me and asked me what the matter was.''

''Oh, I like him.''

''You and all the other women in the town. But he's a
womanizer,
and
he
's a very demanding man.''

''I wouldn't mind being demanded by him.''

''Mom. Jeez. What a thought for your daughter to have. Her mom with her boss.''

''What did he say to you?''

Tonya put two cups down on the kitchen table and opened the fridge. ''He told me to go and she him tomorrow.''

''What for?''

''I
told him
about our financial situation.''

''You what? You did what? Tonya, I asked you never to tell anybody about our finances. Its' nobody's business but ours.''

Tonya cringed. She knew how her mother hated what she'd done. But she'd wanted to get it off her chest. ''Sorry mom. But I sometimes need someone to talk to.''

''You can
talk
to me. What do you think he wants?''

''I have no idea. I'll see tomorrow.''

The next morning Tonya wasn't late, she was ten minutes early. She was anxious to speak to Dr. Crosby.
She
hung her jacket over her chair and went
through
the waiting room to a corridor
off
which the doctors each had their
own
consulting room. She knocked on Dr. Crosby's door.

''Come in,'' he shouted. When she entered the room, there was an aroma of
freshly
showered male. He was, as always, impeccably dressed in a suit, white shirt, and red tie.

''Dr. Crosby, you asked me to come and see you today.''

''Ah, yes. Tonya. Please sit down.''

He loved the way Tonya dressed. She always wore a modest skirt and a blouse. He liked it most when she wore a white
blouse
because he could, more often than not, see her bra.

''You have some financial
concerns,
and I'd like to help you,'' he said as he was filling out a form on his desk.

''Any help would be much appreciated.''

He stopped writing and looked in her eyes. Mediterranean blue and as honest as any eyes he'd ever seen. ''I will pay off all your debts.''

Tonya spluttered. ''What? Did you say......''

He nodded. ''You heard me correctly.''

''Wow. I don't know what to say. It will take me a lifetime to pay you back, though.''

''No it won't because it's a gift, but I want something in return.'' She looked at his face as it took on a stern appearance. ''I want you to be my girlfriend.''

Tonya began to wonder whether there was
really
something wrong with her hearing. What the hell was he
playing at
? His girlfriend?

''Er.....how exactly do imagine it working?''

''|Simple, I pay your debts off in full, and you date me. I like
you,
and I think you're
very beautiful
indeed.''

''But wouldn't that make me your whore?''

He laughed. ''How?''

''You're paying me to be your
girlfriend,
and I assume that includes having sex with you,'' Tonya said frankly.

''I can't imagine anything better than having sex with you.
Look at you, you are so beautiful.''

''I.......I don't know what to say. How do I know you would be faithful to me? I mean you have a bit of a reputation with the ladies.''

''You would have my word.''

Tonya smoothed her skirt and stood you. ''Let me think. It's all a bit surreal not to say
a bit weird
.''