Bought By The Billionaire
Chapter 7: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Seven
“What do you think?” Those blue, blue eyes stare into mine. At some level, I feel that I should be outraged. This man, who I only met earlier today, is offering me a position as his personal … what? Concubine? Mistress? Whore? Call girl?
But it doesn’t feel like that. I like him. And he seems to like me. And if I could concentrate on my studies instead of cleaning up rooms after some jerk has had too much booze and thrown up …
He is still silent, gazing steadily into my face.
I make up my mind. “When do I start?”
He nods and smiles, then looks at me and says, “When do I start, Master?”
Yes, of course. I cast my eyes down. “When do I start, Master?”
“Right now,” he says cheerfully, but then pauses. “Outside this apartment, a simple Sir will be sufficient I think.”
“Yes, Master. And what would you like me to do, Master? Right now?”
“I assume you can type? Yes? There’s a computer and printer in the office through there.” He points at another door. “You can start by writing a letter of resignation. After that, you can join me in the bedroom.”
I wake up in my dingy bedroom, and for a moment, I stare up in confusion at the ceiling, the events of the previous day swirling up inside me.
It seems unreal—fantastic but unreal. I shake my head. After meeting and having mind-blowing sex with a complete stranger, he offered me a job as his … his what? Courtesan? Call girl? And I accepted.
He said he owned the hotel. He said he owned a huge company. And I believed it all. Took it at face value.
My stomach churns. Things like this don’t happen to girls like me. Was I taken in by some con man, after a quick roll with the maid?
I wrote a letter last night, resigning my old, horrible job cleaning at the hotel.
my job! What did I do with the
yet, so technically, I’m still working at the hotel,
The whole of the previous day feels surreal to me — from my foolish decision to use the stranger’s
bed and set about making some coffee and toast. My head doesn’t work in the morning until I have
buzzes. “Delivery
back. “Just leave it in the
“Sorry. Needs a signature.”
“Okay, I’m coming down.”
I have perhaps ordered something on the internet and
package. Puzzled, I sign for them and take them back to
“Dear Miss Kimberley,
your application for an internship with our company has been
to our offices
as I do so at the stated salary, which is much, much more than I earn now in my miserable
and business-like, but beautifully made and expensive looking. I check the labels and take
as I had first thought. The jacket is tightly tailored to my trim waist and large breasts. The blouse is cut just low enough to suggest cleavage without actually revealing anything. The shoes have just enough of a heel to show off my legs, and the skirt,
love it. Obviously, it is a gift from him, but how did he know my
hours before I must report for my new job. I gulp down my coffee. A little low-key makeup and my long red hair confined into an orderly bun, and I feel ready to take on
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Corporation office building, all steel and plate glass, I hand over the letter at the reception. The receptionist checks my name against a day book
the letter. “Hello, my name is Elizabeth Kimberley. I was told to
Haswell is expecting you. I’ll tell
buzzes through on an intercom. “Mr
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