Bought By The Billionaire novel Chapter 11

My Master slides a hand across my breast, pinching the nipple and then tweaking and teasing until I know that it is a solid, erect bud, crinkling rose against my Celtic pale skin.

My other nipple gets the same treatment, and I writhe under him, my hips beginning to judder with the need to have him inside me. So far, he has touched only my breasts, belly, and neck, not yet venturing near my streaming pussy and swollen clit.

“What do you want, Elizabeth?” he asks in his deep, rich voice.

What does he expect me to say? I want him to plant his mouth over my slit and suck me dry. I want him to fuck me until I can’t stand. But all I can do is moan incoherently.

*****

Earlier that day, having been sent to his office with some documents for his attention, he waves me to a seat. “Sit down, Elizabeth. I just wanted a brief chat. Bear with me, I won’t be but a moment.”

Quickly, he scans the documents, then signing one, he passes the file back to me. “Thanks. Give those back to Mack, and tell him I’d like to see the two-year forecasts as well.”

I make a quick note of this. Mack, Micale Kane, manager of the procurement section, is my immediate supervisor for the moment, while I spend a couple of weeks in procurement. As part of my internship program with the company, I learn what each department does, how it works, and where it fits in the scheme of things.

I don’t care for the man. His smile always seems fake to me, and while he hasn’t tried to make a move on me, there is something about him that always makes me want to wash my hands after I’ve been talking to him.

Of course, I have said none of this to Richard. I am the new kid on the block, and even with our special arrangement, I am sure that it would not be well-received if I started mouthing off about people who have been here for years.

“So, how’s the training going?”

Pulling back my attention to where it belongs, I reply, “Great. It’s so interesting. Being able to link up what they teach us at college with how a company actually works in practice …”

“And the college? Your studies?”

“Oh, it’s all fine now. HR got me onto a day release program, with three days a week here and two in college. I can cover all the bases this way—get to grips with the things I need to learn, both on paper and for real.”

He nods in satisfaction. “Good. And you are getting to grips with things? Where are you now, for example? Procurement is it?”

I nod. “Yes, I’m working my way through. I haven’t got my head around all of it yet, but I’ll get there.”

“Something’s giving you problems? What is it?”

I am reluctant to ask him a lot of questions. This is, after all, Richard Haswell. Billionaire tycoons have better things to do than answer questions from half-cocked trainees.

“C’mon,” he says. “Out with it.” He glances at the clock. “I have fifteen minutes before my next meeting, so ask.”

“Err, well, I am learning my way around the procurement process and trying to tie up in my head where the paperwork fits in with the computer system …”

“And?”

“Well, I can’t figure it out. It is just so complicated with all the different projects you have going on, and in so many different places, so I decided to just pick one project, as a kind of working example, and follow the paper trail.”

Nodding his head, he says, “Good idea. So?”

“Well, I picked the Hanover Mall project you’ve got going on over at the other side of the city. And I just can’t get it to work in my head when I try to fit the pieces together. I keep coming back in a loop and finding myself at the same place again. It is like the same things are being charged twice or even more than twice. I don’t get it at all.”

I shrug. “Certainly, that can’t be it and I’m probably missing something really obvious …” My voice trails off. I feel nervous that I’m making a fool of myself in front of this man who has given me the opportunity of a lifetime.

He nods thoughtfully, pursing his lips. “As you say, you are probably missing something. Print me off a copy of what you’ve got and bring it over tonight. I’ll take a look at it for you. Meanwhile …” he looks at me meaningfully, “… speaking of tonight—seven o’clock?”