The Billionaire's Wife(10)

“Well, Olivia was a little less than accommodating.” My voice is far less confident than I had hoped and it certainly didn’t convey just how aggravated I was with him. I feel his warm breath brush against my ear and it sends shock waves throughout my body. There is something about this man, something that drives to the very core of me, something that makes my body ache and my pussy sing for that fat throbbing cock of his. I find myself drifting in to the memory of him fucking me in the basement bar, the memory of him rubbing his cock against my feet, the memory of how hard he made me cum and how much he left me aching for more.



“Ahh, so I should fire her?” He snaps me from the reminiscing and I spin around to look at him, shocked that he would even suggest something like that.



“No, that’s awful! I don’t want to be responsible for someone losing their job! And speaking of hiring and firing, I don’t appreciate you sending charity charity work my way. I can find my own gigs, thank you very much. I don’t need anyone feeling sorry for me.” I know it’s a lie and I’m fairly sure that he does too. I need all the help I can get when it comes to making connections and getting work, but I need to be angry at him right now. I need to let him know just how disappointed I am and how used I feel. I grab my drink off the bar and head over to a table in the darkest corner of the room. Gideon wastes no time following me, a look of confusion on his face.



“What are you talking about?” I take a large gulp of my orange juice and contemplate just how I am going to answer him.



“Your ‘representative’ who offered me work at the charity gig. I figured it was your way of trying to see me again,” oh shit, did I really just say that out loud? I must sound like such an idiot “and it turns out you weren’t even there at all, rather I was hired as a charity case to throw a little work my way.”#p#分页标题#e#



I don’t quite expect what Gideon does next; he lets out the loudest laugh I have ever heard, a laugh which simultaneously leaves me embarrassed and wanting to laugh myself.



“I swear to you that I had absolutely nothing to do with that whole set up. Whoever called you to offer you the job wasn’t anything to do with me, perhaps the planning committee, but I rarely have time to grab a quick lunch these days, let alone set up secret deals to hire you. No offense. Besides, do you really think I’d invite you to the seedy bar in the basement for a second night of fun? I mean, as great as it was, the basement bar isn’t exactly my style of seduction.”



“It worked well enough the first time.” I smirk at him and take a sip of my juice. “I’m sorry, I just thought…” I feel like a complete idiot and find myself wrapping a strand of my long dark hair around my fingers nervously. God help me if Gideon Lambert thinks I’m some unstable nutcase who goes off on tirades when she feels slighted.



“Mmhmm. Look, if you are looking for work I do have something in mind but it sure as hell doesn’t involve holding drink trays.” He gives me a wink and a brief smile, the type of smile that a fox would give a rabbit before consuming it, if foxes could smile.



“I don’t know that I am. I just, I got my wires crossed, sorry.” I can’t help but wonder just what kind of position the elite Gideon Lambert could have for me, but I certainly don’t want to seem overeager, particularly after my little outburst. He flashes me another wink and I smile back but still can’t help obsessing over the type of work a girl like me could do for a man like him. Even for Gideon Lambert I don’t think I could sell out to the corporate world. Sure, it’d make my mother happy and it would mean that I could see him again, but would I compromise the ethics that I’ve spent so long broadcasting from my soapbox? Would I choose a man over my crusade to ‘do the right thing?’



“Hungry?” Gideon grabs a menu from the side wall, it’s covered with a thick film of fingerprints and who knows what else.



“No, thank you.” I dare not risk the food in a place like this, although Gideon seems quite confident in their culinary abilities.



“Ah, well, at least I could order you another drink.”



“Okay but just orange juice please, I’m driving.” He smirks at me, and I know in that instant that there is no way that I’m driving home.



“Oh, I’ll see to it that you get home safely. I want to pick a drink for you.” I’m hesitant about that; I haven’t touched a drink since the last time I saw Gideon and the man left me with one hell of a hangover. “Good, the ‘sex on the beach’ it is.”