At the Billionaire's Pleasure (BDSM Billionaire Series) by M.G. Morgan Page A
Authors: M.G. Morgan
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She drag ged the brush through her dark hair. If she was to get to work on time and not receive a telling off then she needed to hurry. Hastily she applied her make-up. All thoughts of her earlier play-time in the shower were forgotten. She simply didn’t have time to finish.
Slipping on her simple black dress, she zipped it up the side. Underneath she wore a white blouse with sleeves that cut off at the elbow. She preferred that it covered her arms but it didn’t cling to them. She had always been self-conscious about her arms. She never fully understood why, but she knew to feel comfortable they had to remain covered.
Grabbing her coat and purse she ran out the door, barely remembering to lock it behind her.
***
The commute to the office was the usual nightmare. Men on the train stared at her like she was some type of strange creature that had arrived on earth. Her friends on more than one occasion had tried to persuade her the staring was because she was so attractive. Carrie of course had always dismissed this notion. Men did not find women who were plump attractive. Every magazine article she had ever read told her this.
Even when she had been with Richard, he had always seemed loathe to admit in public that they were together. The only place he ever held her hand in public was when they went to the cinema and sat in the dark.
Grabbing up her morning coffee, Carrie’s heart sank. How could she have been so stupid? Wasting so much time with a man who didn’t even reall y like her. She shook her head and picked up the second coffee she had prepared for Ashcroft.
She carried it carefully into the office. His chair faced the window and she could tell from the tone of his voice that he was not succeeding in pulling the deal back from the brink. Yesterday, the deal had been running smoothly. What could possibly have happened over night to send everything to hell?
In her mind she ran through all of the files she had sent out. Ashcroft’s angry voice cut across her thoughts.
“What do you mean you didn’t receive it? It was sent yesterday! My staff are perfectly competent thank you!”
Carrie watched as he slammed the phone back on its receiver. He swung around to face and pushed his hand back through his hair. Sparkling blue eyes filled with anger raked down over her body. He softened a little as he noticed the coffee on the desk.
“What would I do without you, Carrie?” He sighed and pushed himself back in the chair. His normally clean shaven jaw had a fine sprinkling of dark stubble. In Carrie’s mind it made him even more handsome. It gave him a sort of wild look. She could imagine him clearing the desk with one swipe and laying her across the wood.
“Are you listening to me?” He asked. His eyes watched her with a look of curiosity . Carrie blushed and dropped her gaze to the floor.
“I’m sorry, I was just a little distracted.”
“Good thoughts I hope.” She looked up and her blush deepened. His eyes were filled with a teasing light. It was as though he knew exactly what she was thinking. Of course that was impossible. The more Carrie fought not to think about his strong hands on her body the more those thoughts invaded her mind.
“I’m going to go and type up the rest of that report.” She kept her gaze averted as she moved out of the room. Ashcroft chuckled behind her and it made her move faster.
Reaching her desk she sat down. What was wrong with her? Where had her professionalism gone? She needed to put her head down and just concentrate on her job.
A small icon in the corner of the screen flashed at her. A private chat message. Puzzlement made Carrie furrow her brow. Who was sending her private messages? She clicked it open and the words within made her suck in a deep breath.
“I want you.” The name was simply the letter D.
Was it a joke? She looked around the office studying the faces of her co-workers. Everyone seemed to be intent on their own work. No one
She drag ged the brush through her dark hair. If she was to get to work on time and not receive a telling off then she needed to hurry. Hastily she applied her make-up. All thoughts of her earlier play-time in the shower were forgotten. She simply didn’t have time to finish.
Slipping on her simple black dress, she zipped it up the side. Underneath she wore a white blouse with sleeves that cut off at the elbow. She preferred that it covered her arms but it didn’t cling to them. She had always been self-conscious about her arms. She never fully understood why, but she knew to feel comfortable they had to remain covered.
Grabbing her coat and purse she ran out the door, barely remembering to lock it behind her.
***
The commute to the office was the usual nightmare. Men on the train stared at her like she was some type of strange creature that had arrived on earth. Her friends on more than one occasion had tried to persuade her the staring was because she was so attractive. Carrie of course had always dismissed this notion. Men did not find women who were plump attractive. Every magazine article she had ever read told her this.
Even when she had been with Richard, he had always seemed loathe to admit in public that they were together. The only place he ever held her hand in public was when they went to the cinema and sat in the dark.
Grabbing up her morning coffee, Carrie’s heart sank. How could she have been so stupid? Wasting so much time with a man who didn’t even reall y like her. She shook her head and picked up the second coffee she had prepared for Ashcroft.
She carried it carefully into the office. His chair faced the window and she could tell from the tone of his voice that he was not succeeding in pulling the deal back from the brink. Yesterday, the deal had been running smoothly. What could possibly have happened over night to send everything to hell?
In her mind she ran through all of the files she had sent out. Ashcroft’s angry voice cut across her thoughts.
“What do you mean you didn’t receive it? It was sent yesterday! My staff are perfectly competent thank you!”
Carrie watched as he slammed the phone back on its receiver. He swung around to face and pushed his hand back through his hair. Sparkling blue eyes filled with anger raked down over her body. He softened a little as he noticed the coffee on the desk.
“What would I do without you, Carrie?” He sighed and pushed himself back in the chair. His normally clean shaven jaw had a fine sprinkling of dark stubble. In Carrie’s mind it made him even more handsome. It gave him a sort of wild look. She could imagine him clearing the desk with one swipe and laying her across the wood.
“Are you listening to me?” He asked. His eyes watched her with a look of curiosity . Carrie blushed and dropped her gaze to the floor.
“I’m sorry, I was just a little distracted.”
“Good thoughts I hope.” She looked up and her blush deepened. His eyes were filled with a teasing light. It was as though he knew exactly what she was thinking. Of course that was impossible. The more Carrie fought not to think about his strong hands on her body the more those thoughts invaded her mind.
“I’m going to go and type up the rest of that report.” She kept her gaze averted as she moved out of the room. Ashcroft chuckled behind her and it made her move faster.
Reaching her desk she sat down. What was wrong with her? Where had her professionalism gone? She needed to put her head down and just concentrate on her job.
A small icon in the corner of the screen flashed at her. A private chat message. Puzzlement made Carrie furrow her brow. Who was sending her private messages? She clicked it open and the words within made her suck in a deep breath.
“I want you.” The name was simply the letter D.
Was it a joke? She looked around the office studying the faces of her co-workers. Everyone seemed to be intent on their own work. No one
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