I said one word: mine and hung up. The stage went black.
Since the bidding continued as I rang, that call cost me €430 million.
I broke out in a sweat, knowing she was worth every penny. I couldn’t help but think about how my schedule next year would need to be curtailed until I made up the difference.
I walked out of the suite, the tinted glass at my back. My butler handed me the token that would open my personal delivery room.
I strode down the hall, angry at my inability to regain my usual level of control. Taylor, the head of my security, escorted me until we reached one of the private delivery rooms where I was to wait. He ushered me in and closed the door behind me.
I paced like a wild animal who had been tempted with its first meal in years then denied it at the last minute, the scent lingering, keeping my hunger active.
After a minute I settled. I moved over to the bar and poured myself two fingers of The Macallan M. Then I went to the singular chair in the room, which faced the door, and sat down.
Chapter 2
She walked in, robe discarded, as evidenced by her bare neck and wrists. She was wearing a black, floor-length, designer, mink coat and matching Louboutin’s. After the door closed, she stopped, unsure of herself. She looked towards me, waiting, her hands clasped the coat’s collar, holding it closed at her chest.
Goddamn, she was beautiful.
My face was hidden by shadows, a deliberate design that allowed a patron privacy until they were ready to reveal themselves. She saw me sitting, facing her; saw that I was wearing a white bowtie and shawl-collared tuxedo. I was sitting relaxed, now, holding a whiskey in a Baccarat tumbler that rested on the arm of my chair. My knees were open, comfortably.
My free hand moved from the armrest of the seat and pointed to the floor between my legs, silently.
Quietly, she moved forward, stopped about three feet from me, trying to hide that she looked for my eyes, which I know she couldn’t find. Then, she silently dropped her coat.
I took a quick intake of breath. She's fucking naked. If she wasn't certified, I'd wonder how many times she’d done this for other men, but the fact that she was naked told me she was doing this very deliberately and was playing to win, from the word jump.
She stepped forward and kneeled between my legs. I could feel the heat of her body. I felt myself grow hard as she knelt there, sweetly, almost demure. She sat back on her feet, lowered her head, and placed her hands, folded, on her lap.
Her breasts were firm and ready to be plucked. They had never been touched by a man. The thought had me reeling. Her nipples were hard; she was turned on.
I asked her if she consented to be here.
“Yes sir,” she said without lifting her eyes.
“Do you have any idea how much you cost me?”
She didn't say a word, but the side of her mouth moved upward in a small grin and I knew she knew.
“No one is to ever see you naked, except me. Do you understand?” I snarled at her.
“Yes sir,” she says.
“Do you have any idea what I can do to you?”
She grinned again, without looking up, this time more fully.
“Yes sir, I do.”
“Get your fucking coat on then.”
She scrambled backward, quickly, reached for the dropped coat, then slid it on.
But she did not get up off her knees. Keeping her eyes down, she raised herself to an upright kneel – now able to reach me she placed both hands on the tops of my thighs. The coat fell open again and her breasts peeked out, caressed by the outline of the fur where it lay open. She looked me in the eye this time. She was close enough to see my erection. Close enough, that I could smell her expensive perfume.
She held my eyes for a minute and I downed my drink, not breaking eye contact. I can't breathe!
“You are mine,” I assert, under my breath, clearly affected by her.
As if that was her cue, she stood up, moving closer still, and held the coat open a few inches so I could eye her sculpted mons, and then closed the coat, stepping back to await further instructions.
I growled again, knowing she heard me, shocked by my continued inability to refrain.
I stood up and stepped forward, lifted her from the ground and threw her over my shoulder. She yelped excitedly, and I walked us out of the room.
