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  The Billionaire's Contract: Proposals

  Alicia Roberts

  Copyright 2012 by Alicia Roberts

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  The Billionaire's Contract: Proposals

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  Sparks fly when Brad and Alexis meet. Brad is the new heir to Reinehart Industries, and Alexis is a cynical college drop-out.

  Under normal circumstances, their passionate encounters might have been shelved as "mistakes". But circumstances are far from normal, and Brad has plans that could change both their lives - if only he can convince Alexis to come along for the ride.

  Chapter One

  My job was boring, and I liked it that way.

  This was my second week working at Neilson & Sons, a law firm owned by George Neilson, and his sons Dave and Richard. They specialized in civil and estate law, but all that mattered to me was that they were kind bosses, and as a receptionist, I never had too much work to do. Most of my day consisted of answering phones, running errands, letting lawyers know that clients had arrived and asking clients to wait: truly mind-numbing work, but it paid the bills - barely.

  Today was different, though. Today I got my first glimpse of Brad Reinehart.

  George Neilson had told me to expect a "tall man", and to send him straight through to his office without making him wait. Despite the warning, it was still a shock when Brad walked in, six feet three inches tall, his physical presence a force to be reckoned with. It was as if he leaked testosterone, and my eyes widened slightly as he came up to the reception area and asked for Mr. Neilson.

  His hair was dark brown and he had tan skin, his dark blue eyes a shocking contrast to the rest of his face. They were kind and smiled at me, so I smiled back and led him to Mr. Neilson, despite the flutters in my stomach. As he walked behind me, I couldn't help feeling a powerful friction in the air.

  I'd meant to ask the office manager, Lisa, who he was, but the phone started ringing and I rushed off to answer it. I was busy the rest of that hour, until I noticed Mr. Neilson walking Brad out of the office.

  Brad was one of the most attractive men I'd seen in a while, and I wondered if he was single; he chose just that moment to turn around and give me a quick wink goodbye. My heart flipped as I smiled and wondered if I'd see him again.

  As soon as I had five seconds free, I rushed to ask Lisa who "that tall man" was. She looked at me like I was in second grade, and slowly, pronouncing his name like I was stupid, said, "Brad Reinehart. He's the firm's biggest client."

  I nodded like I'd understood, despite the fact that I actually had no idea who Brad was. I hadn't been keeping up with the financial papers or the news, but I wasn't about to give Lisa the satisfaction of knowing that. Before I had a chance to Google his name, I was sent on an errand, and given enough work to keep myself busy till five.

  A few minutes after five o'clock, just as I was about to leave, Mr. Neilson came up to me apologetically.

  "I'm so sorry," he said, "But Mr. Reinehart wants his store renovations inspected today. I'd send a junior lawyer, but they've all left - could you please take this checklist and go to the store to confirm that the work's been done?"

  He hastened to add that the office would pay my cab fare and that I could come in a few hours late tomorrow morning. Of course, that made it all worthwhile, and since I didn't have any plans for the evening (and it was a Wednesday anyway) I trotted off dutifully, the checklist in my bag.

  The renovated store was in a "boutique shopping centre," in Soho. The windows were completely boarded up with "Coming Soon!" logos, and I knocked on the door, hoping someone was already inside.

  I'd been expecting a junior executive, so I was surprised when Brad opened the door. It struck me that we'd be alone in the boarded-up store and it was getting quite late, but I tried to look professional and took out the checklist, ignoring the friction that I felt in the air again.

  We walked around the store and Brad pointed out things that had been done, walls that were painted, lamps that were hung, low tables that were placed strategically in corners (probably to display "sale" clothing, I thought).

  I ticked off everything dutifully, feeling Brad's powerful presence beside me. He must work out a lot, I thought, as I sensed his muscles flexing, or maybe he goes rowing. His scent was sharp and oceanic, and at some point I realized his hand was on the small of my back, guiding me around the empty store.

  "What do you think?" he asked at the end, his dark blue eyes piercing mine.

  "It's a bit spooky without people," I said, and though I didn't think it was that funny he laughed, a surprising low, belly laugh.

  A strand of his hair fell over his forehead, and I wondered again if he was single. His face was square and muscular, his lips thin and delicate.

  He took the folder and bag from my hands, and placed them on an empty shelf. "Well, we're here, aren't we?" he asked, tilting his head.

  I gulped and wondered what to say. My work was over, but he seemed to be expecting something more. Come to think of it, why was he here to begin with, why hadn't he sent some lowly office peon, the way Mr. Neilson had sent me?

  His hands were on my face now, tilting my head back so that I met his eyes.

  "There's something about you," he growled, "I've been thinking about you since I left the law firm."

  I felt one hand leave my face and slowly travel down my neck, stopping only when it found my breast. He pressed down as his hand moved in slow circles, and I began to wonder if this was all real.

  As I closed my eyes, I felt his lips on mine, his mouth gentle but insistent. God, he tasted so good, and his hand felt so nice as it pressed down on me. I wanted more of him…

  Wait, what am I doing?

  The thought hit me suddenly, and I wondered why I trusted this man. I should just scream and run out of here.

  His fingers started to toy with my nipple, quickly making it stand up and strain against my lace bra. His lips left mine and began to chew my ear, nibbling at the soft flesh and licking the sensitive skin just below my earlobes. I felt his hand slide across to my other breast…

  I hadn't realized we'd been moving, but now I felt myself pushed down onto one of the low tables. My brain tried to flicker to attention one final time: this is your last chance, it said.

  I tried to lift myself up and push him off me, but his hands felt heavy on my shoulders. He began to kiss my neck, my skin burning wherever his lips touched me. He undid my buttons as he moved downwards, trailing his lips along as he parted the shirt. When he got to my navel, the shirt was gaping open, revealing my lace bra, my nipples visible through the thin fabric.

  He raised his head and stared into my eyes, "You can leave if you really want to."

  I felt sparks fly along my spine as our eyes met. My answer was obvious as both of us felt the electricity, and he ran his hand down my skirt. The hand retraced its mov
ements, this time pulling my skirt up till it was hitched around my waist.

  His fingers trailed along my inner thigh, setting my skin on fire, till they found my moist panties. His hand pressed down, and I moaned out loud, aching for more.

  "Are you on birth control?"

  His low voice cut through my haze of lust, and I nodded. The thin cotton panties were pulled down, and I felt him toss them away somewhere.

  His hands pushed my thighs apart, spreading them wide so I was completely exposed to him. I felt the heat rushing through my body as the wetness seeped out of me.

  His fingers lingered between my legs, teasing me and making me moan in anticipation. They flicked against my engorged nub, stroking my lips and prying them open, gently sliding along and increasing my wetness. I gasped as I felt Brad suddenly insert a finger inside me and I clenched my muscles around it, wanting more and moaning with desire.

  "You're so sexy," Brad growled, leaning over me and biting an earlobe. "I love the smell of your desire."

  The finger moving inside me left me speechless, and all I could do was moan greedily. I felt him pull the finger out as he stood up. I heard his belt buckle being undone and the rustle of fabric, as I writhed in anticipation, arching my back and aching for his touch again.

  Thankfully he was back soon, lying on top of me and nibbling my breasts through the lace fabric of my bra. I felt his shaft press down on my body, and he grabbed my hips as he rubbed his hard member against my opening, stroking it up and down, not entering me yet and driving me nuts with anticipation.

  Finally, I felt him press the tip of his bulbous head against me, and I held back a scream as he nudged it inside my aching entrance. He slid inside me slowly and I groaned as I felt the pressure stretching me, clamping my muscles down on his shaft as I felt him throbbing against my walls.

  Each breath had become a moan as I tried to suck him in deeper, arching my back and grinding my hips against him as he thrust into me again and again. I heard him grunt and gasp, as I felt the pressure building up within me.

  The world was starting to fall away and all I knew was the throbbing between my legs as Brad moved his shaft deeper and deeper into me with every thrust. I felt the pressure move through me, the world slowly turning red as the waves of orgasm rolled over my body and I moaned in ecstasy as the sweet release came, flooding out of my body and leaving me limp and exhausted.

  I felt Brad pound into me with a few last erratic thrusts as he stiffened and came, gradually growing limp inside me. We lay entwined for a few minutes, until he slowly moved out and stood up.

  As I heard the rustle of fabric and the chink of the metal belt buckle, my brain finally kicked into action.

  Why was I still lying here, I thought, mortified.

  I sat up quickly, pushing my skirt down and buttoning up my shirt. I walked over to the shelf where my bag was, and gathered my things. When I turned around, Brad was behind me, my moist panties in his hand, and a thin smile on his lips.

  I blushed and put the used item in my bag. There was no point wearing them since they'd been on the floor, and I was just going home.

  We walked out silently. I was very conscious of his strong, looming presence behind me.

  "I'll give you a lift home," he said as he locked the door behind us. "It's gotten dark."

  "That's fine," I said, shaking my head, "I'll just get a cab."

  Brad started to protest but I'd already walked off. I didn't turn around, I didn't want to see his face or his expression, I didn't ever want to see him again.

  Thankfully, it was one of those rare, miraculous times when I got a cab almost immediately. I slid inside and felt relieved - both at the timing of the cab and at the fact that Mr. Neilson had offered to pay the bill. Taking a cab was a rare luxury for me, and as I sank back into the seat, I allowed my newly awake brain to scold me.

  What had I been thinking? Lisa had just told me Brad was one of the firm's biggest clients and I'd probably have to see him at work once in a while. Of course, I could try to act professional and hope that he wouldn't mention this to my bosses. After all, why would he tell anyone at work, why would he tell anyone at all?

  I felt the stench of humiliation surround me. I'd behaved like a slut, the drunken type you see in shady bars, and I couldn't even blame my behavior on drink. I'd just met the man, and yes, he was cute (hot! protested a part of my mind) but that didn't justify my behavior. I didn't usually sleep with random men, I didn't even date around really, so what had gotten into me?

  I felt tired, and decided to stop berating myself. "I'll just blame this on stress," I thought, "And I'll just act cool if I see him at work."

  Chapter Two

  The next morning, I tried not to think about Brad and the events of the previous night. However, that wasn't so easy - I'd Google'd him once I'd come home, and it turned out he was the new heir to Reinehart Industries.

  The firm owned a real estate empire, a mergers and acquisitions wing and a bevy of smaller companies including Zenith Clothing, an upscale women's clothing brand. The renovated store was for Zenith, I guessed, and remembering what we’d gotten up to, I wondered why he'd picked me. He probably had hordes of thin, waif-like models and starlets pursuing him.

  I was a bit late to work since I'd been told that was ok. I spent my few extra hours at home doing boring things like catching up on my laundry and vacuuming the tiny apartment.

  It's true - I didn't have much of a life and I didn't really feel up to one. A few years back, my mother had fallen ill; I'd dropped out of university to take care of her back home in Madison. When she passed away a year later, there was a hollowness inside me, and I didn't want to go back to my old life. I took care of most of Mom's outstanding debts by selling the house, and I moved to New York in search of something different that I never really found.

  I'd spent the last few years working in temp jobs, getting by as an assistant or clerk or receptionist. I didn't want to face the real world, not quite yet. I felt like I needed some time for my life to get back to normal and in the meantime, I embraced all things mundane, as I tried to pay off the last bits of my debts.

  When I finally got to Neilson & Sons, things were uneventful. There were moments of busyness when phones rang and errands had to be run, and other times when I was free to go online and window shop for things I could never afford.

  At five o'clock, I was getting ready to go home when George came up to me again. Oh no. I knew what was going to happen even before he started talking.

  He put a brown envelope on my desk.

  "Alexis, I'm sorry to ask you to do this twice in a row, but Mr Reinehart wants these papers straight away. I don't want to displease him, do you think you could… ? Of course, the office will pay for your cab fare again. I've written down Brad's office address on top of the envelope. You can leave it with his secretary."

  "Yes, George," I smiled and nodded, my heart quaking inside me. Would I see him again? Did I want to see him or avoid him? Was this just a coincidence?

  I tried not to think as I hailed a cab and got to his office.

  As I rode up the elevator, I made sure my mind was blank and I tried to breathe normally. I stepped out onto what was clearly an executive floor - there was a receptionists' desk but nobody there. I knocked on the door in front of me, and went in. My heart sank as I saw a small grey-haired lady with half-rim frames.

  "Alexis Jones?" she asked, looking at me sternly over her frames.

  "Yes."

  "Please have a seat."

  I did as she said, wondering why I was disappointed. After all, George had said to leave the papers with his secretary, why had I expected something different?

  I heard the lady saying something into her phone, and then she nodded at me and said, "Please go in."

  I opened the door and walked into the office.

  His desk was on the other side of the room, and Brad was writing something when I walked in.

  I felt like a fish out of water, a
s if I didn't really have the right to be in such a plush room, like I wasn't well-dressed enough or well-educated enough. The room was large, with floor-to-ceiling windows providing a gorgeous view, dark-paneled walls and soft, thick carpeting. It seemed like the kind of place where everyone spoke in sophisticated lines and wore haute couture. Certainly not the place for a cynical, broke, college-dropout.

  Brad came around the desk as I walked towards it.

  "The papers?" he asked, and I handed him the envelope silently.

  He put it on a shelf and grabbed my arm gently, walking me over to the desk. As he sat me down on the edge of the large wooden table, I muttered, "Last night was a mistake, you know."

  "I know," he smiled, as he leaned down and kissed me briefly. "I've told my secretary to go home. The office should be completely empty now."

  I wondered what I was doing, and why I bothered. But he was gorgeous, and a bit of stress-relief couldn't hurt, could it? I wondered what his deal was, as he pulled my top over my shoulders and threw it away.

  I sat on the edge of the table in my skirt and bra, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close and murmuring, "You smell like peaches…Fresh like summer."

  He slowly moved back and pulled me to my feet. Wrapping one arm around my waist, he undid the zip of my skirt with his other hand. The skirt slid to my feet, and his hands moved up, unclasping my bra suddenly and tossing it away. I gasped out loud as the cold air hit my bare breasts and moved my arms up in an attempt to cover myself.

  Brad grabbed both my wrists and pushed my hands down to my sides. He lowered his head, till his mouth reached my nipple. He licked it gently, pushing it in between his lips, sucking and nibbling until I began to moan. I almost forgot how naked I felt as my stomach tightened and I felt the moisture seeping out of me. Still pressing my hands down against my sides, he tried to take my entire breast in his mouth, biting down and sucking as I arched my back forward for him.