The Girl Who Can't Say No: Bound To The Billionaire (Part One) (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novelette) (8 page)

A role
; I like to think of it this
way. It makes me feel less like an object, more like a
professional. Less like the prostitute in
Pretty Woman
, and
more like Julia Roberts herself.

"Sure. A list. I can do that," although
something tells me I won't be buying Gucci handbags and sublime fur
coats, "I can't wait."

As he slides his boxers back up his legs, and
stretches for his pants, discarded messily upon the floor, he
reaches inside the back pocket, picking something out and handing
it to me.

"Expense account" he says tersely, pushing a
silver credit card into my shuddering, trembling hands. I should
perhaps be jumping up and down with the excitement of a shopping
spree on the billionaire's dollar. As it turns out, I have more
important things to consider.

I look upwards, my eyes slightly straining
against the light of the sole light bulb hanging lonely in the
centre of the ceiling. He's fully dressed, straightening his hair
between the fingers of his right hand, before tucking his shirt in
dutifully. A gorgeous, radiant, dapper man, standing proud like a
cowboy in one of those old cigarette advertisements. I don't know
if it's the light settling around his head like a glowing halo, or
my growing affinity towards him, but for maybe the first time, I'm
completely in awe.

I gussy up, pulling my dusty dress back
around my knees, and straightening my long, black hair. As he
seizes my hand, and draws me back downstairs, I realize I broke a
nail on the carpet.

"I bet you're hungry," he states confidently,
going back to the diligent businessperson he likes to portray.
Nothing could be further from the truth, but I hang around
regardless, sampling the gourmet delights of whatever billionaires
prefer to eat. Few words pass between us, but I don't care. I think
we shared enough tonight to warrant a few moments of comfortable
silence together. We soon return to the Los Angeles night's sky,
and stand hand in hand outside.

"I'll e-mail you the list tomorrow," and with
that, he kisses me on the cheek, and hails a fortuitously
positioned black car outside; a private driver, I later learn.
"Goodbye Miss Everett."

Miss Everett
. As I tell the driver my
address - who complies wordlessly, speeding into gear - I can't
help but toss those words over in my head.
Miss Everett
. He
knows my first name; hell, he knows everything about my acting
history, my past education, my cup size and what I look like naked.
My phone number, my e-mail address, my pictorial range and
countless other things I put on my resume. Yet he still calls me
Miss Everett. And, don't get me wrong, I understand why; I'm an
employee. From tonight, I am
the girl who can't say no
. But,
this cold, impersonal professionalism can only go so far. Maybe I'm
being naive, but I can't stop my cynical, nervous mind wondering;
will I ever be anything but Miss Everett?

Ashley Spector

Want to read the next chapter in Chloe and
Daniel's journey? Then be sure to pick up the sequel; available
now!

The Girl Who Can't Say No: Surrendered To
The Billionaire (Part Two) (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novelette)

After their last whirlwind encounter, Chloe
feels ready to embrace the role of a lifetime; the girl who can't
say no. With every dark taste and impulse her billionaire lover
reveals, however, she quickly realizes that everything cannot be
how it seems. Will Daniel Grant's secrets drive her away, or is the
will of the aspiring actor too great to leave this role behind?

More from the author:

Off The Record: To Blackmail A Billionaire
(Part One) (Free!)

Alyssia Bright is a strong-minded,
iron-willed reporter for the New York Minute, desperate to
kick-start her journalistic career. So when she's given the task of
interviewing reclusive billionaire Jonathan Colt, she can't wait to
get started! After she inadvertently witnesses a sordid tryst with
an intern, however, Alyssia presents Jonathan an ultimatum:
$100,000 in cash, just to keep quiet!