Blackmailed by the Billionaire Brothers: The Complete Series by Sylvia Banks

knew.
    He led me to the underground
parking to his car. The vehicle happened to be a green Aston Martin. He was right. His ride deserved more
respect than calling it a car.
    Warren opened the passenger
side door and I slipped in the seat feeling the snug grip and comfortable lean
of the back rest . Warren rounded the Aston Martin and
folded himself into the driver’s side. He turned his eyes to mine and said,
“You look lovely, by the way.”
    I lifted an eyebrow. “Not
fabulous?”
    He acknowledged the play on my
nickname with a smirk, started the engine and drove. Every so often, he
clenched his jaw like he wanted to say something but didn’t. This man, whoever
he was, couldn’t be my boss. My boss spoke his mind, blurted out rude insults,
and generally had no filter when it came to manners or speech. It was if he was
trying to impress me. Which was ridiculous. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it
because I didn’t know this person.
    “Can I have the verbally
imprudent guy that used extortion to get me to sleep with him back?”
    Warren flicked his eyes to me
and then back at the road. He blinked rapidly and
said, “What would you like me to say?”
    “What is it you wanted to say
before?”
    Silence. Then he said, “I’ve
forgotten.”
    “Bullshit.”
    That got his lips to curve, if
only for a moment. “You seem bold as ever.”
    “Yeah, we’re alike in that
department.”
    “Do you think I won’t go
through it? You think I won’t upload that video to the world?”
    That startled me, but I wasn’t
going to back down. Submitting would utterly destroy my crazy redhead image. “I
think that if you wanted to fuck me than you should’ve just asked.”
    He gripped the steering wheel
at the ten and two positions. He took driving so seriously. Actually, Warren
took everything seriously. Yet he was so cavalier with his words. Except for
tonight.
    He drove the rest of the way in
silence and I didn’t say anything more. When we arrived, the valet opened my
door and we went inside. The cute hostess looked up our reservation and led us
to our table. Roy’s had an open air
feel with a touch of luxury without being extravagant. My boss kept a
respectful distance away from me, not touching or showing any signs of doing
anything inappropriate. How dull. The fierce jungle cat inside of Warren was
stowed safely inside. Too bad. Not that I wanted him
to attack me on the table, but I thought this blackmailing me for sex would be more…exciting.
This was like a date.
    We sat in a high back booth,
giving us the illusion of privacy. Tables out on the floor had an audience view
of those in the booths. The seats were leather, the room was spacious but I’d
never been seated in a booth before. That’s because I was a
nobody . The round stalls were reserved for spectacles. I guess the CEO
of a major company counted as a spectacle. Usually movie stars, politicians or
famous people sat in these seats.  
    “So, tell me,” he said. “What is
the real reason why you don’t want to go to accounting?”
    Geez. When was he going to get
it? “There is no secret motive. There is no hidden agenda.”
    “There has to be a reason. You
went to great lengths to prevent from being transferred, even though you’d be
great at it.”
    How many times could I say the
same thing in a different way? “I just really, really don’t like numbers.
Haven’t you ever done something you wish you’d never done?”
    “Even so…” He pulled back and
his eyes roamed my face. “Don’t you think threatening to quit is a bit too
drastic?”
    Wow. Ellis was right. They
wanted to retain me as an employee. “Is me leaving a
threat?”
    A crisp suit-wearing waiter
popped over to our table. “Hello Mr. Trost , I’m Paul,
I’ll be your server tonight.”
    Wow, Paul the waiter knew
Warren by name. Did he come here a lot? Or was my boss really that well known?
Well, duh. Probably. We were seated in the special booths of the elite.
    “Thank you