Dance for the Billionaire(11)

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"What about my car?" she protested half an hour later as he bundled her into the back of his limousine.

"That rust bucket is only fit for the scrap heap. I'm going to take you to choose another one in the morning."

"I don't need a new car!" This was getting out of hand fast! "Dominic,  please be sensible. I don't have off-road parking-I'll probably wake up  to find the car gone the next day."

"Okay, at least let my mechanic look it over," he conceded running his  fingers through his hair, something she noticed he did when he was  thoroughly frustrated. "I want you and your family out of that  neighborhood as soon as possible!"

"Dominic, you can't come into my life and just make changes to please  yourself. Shawn and the girls go to school locally, they can't be  uprooted and transplanted somewhere else."

"I'm sorry," he pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head. "East  London has such a bad reputation, I guess I overreacted at the thought  of you and your sisters living there. Even Shawn's not safe with all the  postcode wars going on."

"I know you mean well. I worry just as much about them, but they have  been safe so far and I pray they will be for at least another year.  Cerise is doing her GCSEs next year. I don't want to move her mid-year,  but I'm already planning on getting her into a good sixth form college  and to move, if I can afford to, so that Charmine can get into a better  primary school. Shawn's will off to university, so I don't have to worry  about him. They all have friends in the area they have grown up with.  If we move they will have to make new ones. Cerise will find that tough  because she's shy. At sixth form college the students come from various  schools, so she won't be the only one who's new."

Dominic nodded in understanding and enquired, "The house has four bedrooms?"

"Three. I share with Cerise and Charmine."

"Let me scout around for a larger property in the area then until you're able to move."

"Thank you." She didn't mind him doing that. The house was council  property and the rent was very affordable, but with her generous new  salary she could afford to pay a little more now, but she lacked credit  history having never owned a credit card, taken out a loan or bought  anything on hire purchase.   





 

Sharing a room with a sister who was growing up fast and starting to  borrow her clothes wasn't ideal, neither was opening her eyes first  thing in the morning and seeing a picture of the Little Mermaid painted  on the opposite wall. Charmine also packed quite a snore for a girl her  age.

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Chantelle smiled as the mobile phone beneath her pillow vibrated.

Dominic! He had sent her several scorching texts on his way home the night before. She hadn't been shy with her replies.

I need you now. L He'd texted.

You know I can't. J She replied. Mum almost caught me last night!

It wasn't that she had to answer to her mother, but alcohol seemed to  have eroded her mother's sense of decorum. If she knew that Chantelle  had slept with Dominic, she couldn't be trusted not to mention it at an  inappropriate moment. Chantelle preferred that her sisters knew  nothing-at least for the moment. As far as they were aware she'd met  Dominic a week ago and she would hate for them to think it was okay to  sleep with a man on such short acquaintance. They had a bad enough  example in their mother.

Tell her you have to go into the office.

I don't want to lie.

It won't be a lie. I'll meet you there at ten.

Chantelle bit her lip as she tried to decide what to do. She'd tried  caressing herself under the covers before, but it had been restrictive  with her sisters fast asleep on the double bunk on the opposite side of  the room. It hadn't been satisfying and she'd given up thinking that she  was perhaps just not a sexual person. Dominic had blown that theory out  the window when he had turned her on as easily as a light switch last  night. The man's tongue was lethal and after the initial discomfort, his  thickness had created such a sweet pain she'd kept moaning his name as  he had given her the full length of it with each thrust. Having to cut  her pleasure short to get home at a respectable hour had been a pain in  the ass.

Now he was offering her a chance to experience it all again.

How could she refuse?

Okay, she quickly typed. See you there.





Chapter Seven



Freshly showered, wearing glasses instead of contact lens and dressed in  a simple ecru knit dress under a warm dark brown jacket with her hair  tucked into a stylish brown suede cap, Chantelle felt a little nervous  as she exited St Paul's Station and headed towards the office. This was  her usual casual look and an effective disguise if another work  colleague spotted her going up to Dominic's office, but she wasn't sure  that he would like the outfit.

The door at the side of the building which led to the private lift that  went straight up to Dominic's office opened as she approached.

Dominic stood dressed in a pristine white polo shirt, faded blue jeans  and a pair of casual, stylish black Italian leather shoes.

He pulled her inside quickly and kicked the door shut.

"I thought you'd never get here!" he growled bending his head and capturing her lips fiercely.

"You said ten," she reminded him when he finally let her breathe again. "I got here a minute to."

"I've been here since nine fifteen wearing out the carpet in my office."  He held her hand as he preceded her into the lift and stabbed at the  ‘up' button with an impatient finger. Then he turned and his wrapped  arms around her from behind and nibbled on her neck. His hardness  pressed into her like a bar of steel. "I've been like this since you  left me last night!"

"Isn't that dangerous?" she asked, playfully rubbing her behind against the thick ridge.

"Yes … for you," he threatened.

Chantelle felt a thrill of fear and excitement as he hustled her quickly  through his PA's empty office and into his. The heady scent of roses  hit her nostrils before she caught sight of the two large bouquets of  roses adorning a low table next to the large sofa and a bottle of  champagne chilling in a bucket of ice.

"When did you do all this?"

"About an hour ago," he replied. "I brought the champagne. My florist delivered the roses."

"Your florist?" Chantelle asked, her mood suddenly deflating. He must order flowers for dozens of women on a regular basis.

"My mother's an artist and loves simple, beautiful things. I send her a  bouquet of flowers twice a week. She protests the expense, but I know  she enjoys them."

"That's so sweet."

"I'm not sweet!" he growled fiercely, grasping her bottom and lifting  her bodily as he marched to his desk and placed her on it. She wrapped  her legs around his hips and shook out her Sisterlocks when he pulled  the cap off her head. Running his fingers through the tiny strands, he  complimented, "These are beautiful."   





 

"Thanks." Then she mischievously ran her fingers through his lustrous black hair and said, "And so are your baby curls."

"You're asking for trouble," he warned, stripping her coat off and  slipping her high-heeled pumps. They barely made a sound as they hit the  thickly-padded carpet.

"I can handle it," she said confidently.

"I hope so."

His response sent a tiny thrill of fear through her, but they had gotten  past the awkward first time-she had nothing to worry about now.

He reached behind her and picked up a slender white box which she hadn't  noticed. The name of the jewelers discreetly embossed on the side was  synonymous with style and elegance … and exclusivity. Viewing was  reputedly by appointment only.

The diamond-encrusted panther almost blinded Chantelle as Dominic carefully undid the clasp of the slender platinum chain.

"A gift for the gift you gave me last night."

Chantelle, awed by the beauty of the craftsmanship of the animal  captured in full flight, finally found her voice and objected as he slid  it around her neck, "But-"

"I called and arranged an extra early appointment this morning. Don't  let the jeweler's hard work in helping me find just the perfect pendant  be all for nothing."

Chantelle felt torn as he slipped the shoulder strap of her dress down  and freed her breast, then did the same for the other-she hadn't worn a  bra. The jewelry was exquisite and would be the first non-costume piece  she owned, but should she accept it from him after sleeping with him? It  wasn't money, but the whole business smacked of-

"I also got the perfect clamps for these." He twisted her nipple firmly,  interrupting her thoughts and making her gasp as sensations flooded her  entire body. "But first I'm going to shave you."

"Shave me?"

"You haven't shaved before?"

"No. I trim." She had always worried about getting unsightly razor bumps.

"Good." He pushed the dress and her thong downwards. She stepped out of  them as they pooled at her feet. "If you've never shaved before, you  will feel everything more intensely."