Billionaire Kink by Virginia Wade Page A

brushed past Cale and his co-worker. “You can untie him now.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    I expected the police at my door that
evening. When they didn’t come, I thought they would arrive in the morning.
That didn’t happen either. I anticipated them at the clinic the next day. There
was no sign of them. As the days wore on and I remained a free woman, I
wondered about the ruin that Mr. Gordon had threatened. My funds continued to
flow, the accounts were all open, the patients streamed in, and life went on, as
if nothing extraordinary had happened. I spent my evenings with the remote in
one hand, potato chips in another, and tears in my eyes. I thought assuaging my
obsession and feeding it everything it wanted would make it go away, but the
opposite had occurred. I found myself craving that man, even more now than
ever.
    Why hasn’t he arrested me yet?
    What the hell is going on?

Chapter Nine

 
 
    I was late meeting my sister at a bar
on North Michigan Avenue. I had not received the confirmation call regarding
the bi-weekly meeting with Mr. Gordon, and I wasn’t surprised. I guess that’s over. Never being able to
see him again would be punishment enough, I supposed. I glanced out the window
of the cab, not really seeing the cars or the people. They were an amalgamation
of colorful smears, blurring before my eyes. Life had continued on around me…but
I was stuck.
    You’re gonna need a shrink, Gretchen. You’ve dug yourself in good.
    Shut up.
    Emily was flying back to Honduras
tomorrow, and this would be our last night together. I struggled to put on a
game-face, hiding the depression behind a happy-looking veneer. After paying
the cabby, I stepped into the street, the smell of coffee with a hint of sewer
assailing me. The establishment I entered was decorated with darkly paneled
walls and draped in velvety purple curtains. It was packed with locals and
tourists. My eyes focused on the bar, finding the woman I was looking for,
sipping a drink. I waded through the noisy throng to reach her.
    Her eyes lit up. “Hey, you!” She slid
from the stool and hugged me.
    “Hi, Em .”
    “Took you long enough.”
    “Sorry.” She was two years younger
and far more attractive than me, or at least I thought so. She’d poured her
lithe frame into a slinky dress that ended above the knees. “What are you
having?”
    “Apple martini.”
    The bartender came over. “What can I
get you?”
    “A mimosa.” He nodded and reached for
a champagne bottle. I eyed my sister. “So, you ready to go back?”
    “Yep.”
    “Not tired of the jungle?”
    “Nope.”
    “You’re nuts.”
    “We’re both nuts. But you knew that.”
    The bartender handed me the drink.
“Thanks.” I had a sip, enjoying the fruity carbonation.
    “So what’s going on? Something’s been
bugging you.”
    I sighed. “Guy problems.”
    “You gonna spill the beans, or am I
gonna have to get out my crystal ball?”
    I stared at the liquor bottles
against the wall. “I’m such a fuck up. I can’t do anything right.”
    “What are you talking about? You made
the clinic in Santa Rita happen. You opened one downtown and another’s on the
way. What the hell? How does that make you a fuck up?”
    “My life’s in the shithole.”
    “Well, so’s mine. It’s all work and no play. The right guy will come along. You hang in
there.”
    “I found him.”
    “Yeah?” A shapely brow lifted.
    “He hates me. He’s…weird.” My
shoulders slumped, and the happy veneer faltered. “I’m always attracted to the weirdos .”
    “What happened?”
    “He’s… er …kinky.”
    “Oh, Jesus, now what? Is he like that
guy who lived with his sister in the basement?”
    I nearly choked on my drink. “No! Oh,
God. I’d totally forgotten about that creep.” I hit her shoulder lightly. “Ugh.
Did you have to bring him up?”
    “That was a real winner,” she
laughed. Several interested male gazes turned to observe Emily.
    “No. He’s just eccentric. I