Page 16 of The Billionaire Submissive
“Very well.”
“And after?” His voice deepened and he dared to touch her arm, just a light brush like he’d take her elbow and escort her to the elevator if she’d allow it.
She gave him a little nod, and he grasped her arm more confidently. He opened the door and she was half-surprised to see the secretary typing away furiously at her desk just feet away instead of hovering outside to eavesdrop. “And after…dessert.”
“Your place or mine?”
His voice was such a rough growl that Miss Wruthers looked up, wide-eyed with alarm. Lilly smiled and waved goodbye to her, but she did lower her voice to ensure his privacy as much as possible. “Yours.”
“Do I need to have any…equipment?”
The elevator dinged and the door slid open. Ignoring whoever might be stepping out as well as the watching secretary, she reached up and dragged his mouth to hers for a hearty kiss. “Just this, lover boy.”
Releasing him, she patted his cheek and stepped onto the elevator. Before the door could shut, he blocked it with his hand. Panting, he stared at her as if afraid to let her go. His hair was mussed up, his tie crooked, and those poor tortured trousers would never be the same. “Lilly?”
“Yes, Donovan?”
He cast his gaze down the length of her body to land on her favorite red heels. “Wear these shoes tonight.”
She normally didn’t like to take such blatant orders from a man, but for him… She smiled. “You got it.”
Chapter Five
Dmitri took one look at Lilly’s outfit and let out a soft whistle. “Wow, girl, I can’t wait to see the new man you’re wining and dining tonight.”
“Actually, he’s wining and dining me for a change. So make sure you charge him full price.” Grinning, she twirled around so he got the full impact. After leaving Morgan Industries, she’d gone shopping, determined to find something new that would live up to the billionaire’s social standing while indulging her taste for the erotic. She’d managed to find a retro-style white wiggle dress with big red polka dot cherries. The white wasn’t something she’d normally go for, which is why she liked it. It was surprising. Rather like Donovan Morgan. “You think he’ll like?”
“He’d have to be dead not to like it. So what do you know about this guy?”
She’d been bringing new clients to Dmitri’s ever since she’d gotten into the business, just in case one of her “dates” turned out to be a nutcase. “He’s not a client.”
Dmitri whistled again. “Aha. So Miss Lilly’s on a date tonight, not the Mistress. I’ll be extra vigilant tonight, then.”
He was of the mind that a man paying to have the Mistress’s company would be more respectful than any Joe Blow off the street for fear she’d decide he wasn’t worth the time. She couldn’t argue with his logic; her subs were always extremely respectful even when they weren’t playing a scene. “I’m curious to see what you think of him. He’s not my normal type.”
“Hmmm.” Dmitri winked. “I can’t wait to meet him then.”
A commotion drew her attention to the front of the restaurant. Some of the waitstaff had gathered at the windows and were whispering excitedly. She sighed. “He’s here.”
“How do you know?”
One of the young waitresses squealed. “A limo! Wow, I’ve never seen one so long. Who is it?”
Arching a brow, Dmitri started over to gawk too, but Lilly grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side. “Hold on a moment,” she whispered. “I want to see him in action.” At Dmitri’s confused look, she explained. “He’s used to being king of the hill. He’s certainly not used to coming in where everything has already been managed and decided for him. I just want to see what he does.”
“But he’s not a client.”
“Nope.” She smiled. “I’m working for him to do a magnificent stained glass commission, though.”
“Interesting. I hope he’s paying you a lot because I have a feeling you’re going to be banging your head against the wall if he’s used to bossing everyone around.”
She sighed ruefully. “You have no idea.”
They edged closer to the foyer while lingering out of sight. Mr. Morgan strode into the restaurant like the aforementioned king in a perfect black suit that managed to be both simple and sumptuous at the same time, the kind of tailoring that cost a mint. The only thing odd was he didn’t wear any sort of tie and he’d left the top of his shirt open. Strangely informal for such a very formal man.
One of the watching waitresses gasped and someone broke into applause.
He didn’t even spare them a glance.
