Bought and Paid for: Servicing the Billionaire (A BDSM Erotic Romance) by Adriana Rossi Page B

the hallway only let a modicum of light inside the room. She climbed the ladder awkwardly in her pencil skirt, only to discover that the ladder was too far away from the light. She looked at Mr. White , who was paying her no attention. He was such an inconsiderate ass. He could care less that she couldn’t see in the dark and that she could break her n eck trying to replace the bulb. She climbed down the steps and repositioned the ladder. Luckily, she was wearing wedges today.
    “Five million dollars?” he shouted in indignation. “That is ridiculous. I’ve been working in IT for thirty years! Don’t bullshit me, Greg. W hen I worked for Unicorp I used to do that in a week ! Six months? Is that a joke? ”
    Mary suppressed a laugh. Thirty years , indeed. What, does he think he can fool everyone? Mary climbed the ladder. She grabbed the screwdriver she had stuck inside her skirt and began to unscrew the lamp. It fell into her open hands and she reached for the bulb.
    “I’m not approving that amount. If your team can’t do it—then I’ll find someone who can.”
    Mr. White slammed the handheld phone into its receptacle , making Mary jump in surprise . The ladder rattled suddenly and adrenaline shot through her veins.
    Still fuming from the phone call, h e turned his furious gaze to Mary. “Mary, what on Earth ar e you doing replacing that in those shoes? Are you trying to kill yourself?”
    “I’m fine, Mr. White .”
    He blew air out of nose and muttered something about amateurs.
    Mary strained as she twisted the bulb. Mary looked down as Mr. White ’s voice filled the air. He was on the phone again, and his gaze kept wandering up her legs and thighs.
    She couldn’t help but smirk, prideful that the world’s most handsome billionaire was checking her out. In another world, Mary imagined him ripping off her blouse and burying his face into her tits. She could feel the skin on her breasts stiffen with gooseflesh at the mere thought. A man like him wanting her was almost too much to handle. S he turned her attention back to her task, her cheeks burning . Her elbow nudged the used lightbulb and it fell to the mahogany floor where it shattered loudly into pieces.
    Mary cringed at the noise and saw the pieces scattering across the floor. She replaced the lamp and descended the ladder, mortified at her blunder. Mr. White was finishing his conversation but showed no sign that he had noticed anything . She began to gingerly pick up the large pieces of glass. Frustration welled inside her chest like acid burning at her throat . She grabbed a sharp piece carelessly and grunted in pain.
    “What are you doing?”
    Mr. White ’s patented leather shoes were staring her in the face. Her eyes traveled up his slacks, shirt, until they rested on his face, which wore a s trange expression.
    Mary grasped his proffered hand, which was pleasantly cool, and stood up. She cradled her wounded hand, which had suffered a shallow gash along the ridge of her thumb. Blood trickled out of the wound , much more blood than Mary had anticipated.
    “I apologize, sir. I cut my hand.” Dismay filled her heart as she watched his chest swell like a bullfrog.
    “I asked you to do a simple task. ”
    Mary backed away from him. It was scary. He was shaking with fury; his hands curled into fists as if he wanted nothing more than to punch a hole in the wall.
    “ Replace a lightbulb. A monkey could do it,” he spat.
    It was if he had slapped her. “I—I’m sorry,” she choked. To her horror, tears were building up behind her eyes. 
    Mr. White looked away from her, his jaw clenching in what must have been discomfort.
    “I should go and take care of this, I’ll come back to clean—”
    The last words were cut off when Mr. White ’s arm shot out and grabbed her wrist. “Come here,” he growled.
    Mary gasped at his tone and was caught off guard by his electrifying touch. She stood frozen in shock as he pulled her blood soaked hand towards