At the Billionaire's Pleasure 3: For Love or Lust? (BDSM Billionaire Series) by M.G. Morgan

 
    Opening my eyes I stared at my strange surroundings? Where the hell was I? Memories flooded back to me slowly, of the night before. The club and the beautiful red head. Richard and what he had done. And of course David. The way he had saved me. He had told Richard that he thought I was beautiful, that I belonged to him...
    Carefully I turned in the bed but there was no sign of David. Infact it looked as though he had never come back to bed. A pang of sadness washed over me. Although this would make it easier to just get up and leave. Part of me it seemed had hoped that he would be asleep beside me.
    Was I really so stupid and naive? It was sex, nothing more and nothing less. The simple fact that he had mentioned some type of business proposal last night proved that. Pushing back the covers I climbed out of the large bed. The remains of my clothes from the night before lay shredded on the floor.
    As quietly as I could I opened his closet and rifled through it for something I could wear in order to return to my own apartment. The only thing that seemed in the least bit suitable was a large heavy raincoat. I dragged it from the hanger and wrapped it around my plump frame. I knew by looking at his shirts and trouser suits that none of them would fit me. I was curvy and my feminine figure was not something that would be easily restrained by such clothes.
    Closing the buttons as quickly as my shaking fingers would allow I fastened the belt around my middle. At least no one would know I was naked underneath. If I got a cab I could be back at my own apartment in no time. It hit me then. I had no shoes. The shoes I had worn the night before were still in my own apartment.
    Glancing down at David’s shoes I quickly dismissed them. No this was something I would have to do in my feet.
    Making my way to the bedroom door I opened it and peeked outside. The room beyond appeared empty. It was my only chance. Without hesitation I dashed across the wide expanse of the lush room.
    “What is it with you and always trying to sneak away?” The sound of his commanding voice halted me in my tracks. Fear trembled down my spine. Would he be mad that I had stolen his coat?
    “Carrie, what are you wearing?” His voice had dropped several octaves as I turned to face him. Something simmered beneath the surface of his blue eyes. He was still wearing the robe from the night before and his hair was tousled. Clearly he had slept somewhere but it wasn’t with me.
    “I-I borrowed your coat. I told you last night I have no clothes here...”
    “So you thought you’d what? Slip away without me noticing? Did you not enjoy last night?” The tone of his voice changed. It sounded to my inexperienced ears as though insecurity had slipped into his voice. But that was impossible. David Ashcroft had nothing to be insecure about when it came to me. Here was a man who could have any woman he desired .
    “Last night was...” I stuttered unsure of what words could adequately describe what had happened. What we had shared had changed me. He made me feel special, desired, and beautiful. No other man had ever come remotely close to making me feel that. But it was wrong. He was my boss. What would happen once he grew bored of me? How could I possibly work with him when I felt...
    The word almost popped into my head but I squashed it down. I didn’t love him. That was impossible. Lust perhaps. Infact lust was entirely plausible. The man was a walking advertisement for sex and debauchery. Knowing the pleasure he could give me, in his presence he made me want to strip off the coat and beg him to take me.
    You could do that, chalk it up to one final fling with him before you walk away. The little voice of temptation urged me on. Of course I could do it. But if I was honest with myself I didn’t have the guts. Deliberately stripping in front of a man like David, in front of any man, was beyond my capabilities. What if he rejected me? The intelligent part of my brain