The Boss's Proposal (Billionaire Bad Boy BBW Romance)(13)

"Um … " Jack hummed, placing his trembling left hand on Sam's desk.







"Sammie, prepare those contracts. I wanna sign them first thing in the  morning. It was nice to meet you, sweetheart. Now, please, excuse me … "  Jack was in panic. He would probably have a heart attack had he stayed  in Sam's office for another minute. He got up and left the room in a  hurry.

Sam was dumbfounded. A complete stranger had just done something great  for him. Realizing his success, he jumped from his seat, with both his  fists high in the air.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! That's what I'm talking about, baby! Yeah!" He cheered.  Then, he leaned towards the top drawer and pulled a ten-inch cigar. He  put it in his left pocket and went over to Aisha.

"Couldn't have done it without you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" At  that point, Sam put his arms around Aisha and lifted her from her seat  easily enough. The two of them were close enough for her to notice the  fullness of his lips and his quite curly eyelashes. She had rarely seen  that on other men.

Aisha smiled down at him, still a little dizzy from the alcohol. His  embrace was very tight. She felt his muscles flex on her back. Sam was a  very strong man indeed. He was very happy and Aisha would not ruin his  moment by asking him to put her down. A few seconds later, he eased her  down, just in front of his desk and loosened his grip a little. His  large hands were on her back. Their faces were only three inches away  from each other. Aisha felt him breathing down her neck. Her heart  pounded inside her chest, as his hands traveled towards her neck. Sam  caressed her left arm and ran his fingers through her hair, not saying a  word. The two of them maintained eye contact. Aisha did not expect his  next move, though. She closed her eyes, eagerly anticipating a kiss, but  Sam placed his left hand on her back, four inches above her waist and  his right hand an inch on her left shoulder. He pulled her closer to  him, gently and then, hugged her. Still with her eyes closed, Aisha  tried to suck in his manly scent. Before she knew it, his full lips were  on her left cheek, laying soft kisses.

"I so want him right now … " The feel of his lips on her smooth skin was  amazing; Aisha wanted more. She put both hands on his massive chest and  pushed him back, slightly. Their eyes met again, but this time, just for  a split second. Sam leaned forward towards her, seeking her lush lips.  Then, he used his weight to press her down on his desk. Very soon, their  lips locked. Sam stroked her left knee briefly, before his right hand  started slowly going up her leg. Their kiss was tender, sending shivers  down Aisha's spine. She even felt his manhood getting larger and harder  on the inner part of her left thigh.

In spite of her desire, she would not sleep with a man a few minutes  into knowing him. She felt a bit too relaxed, but she was not drunk.  Notorious for playing hard to get, she would not change her ways,  especially for a selfish, rich guy like Sam. As much as she enjoyed  their kiss, she had to stop it.

Suddenly, she pushed him back, ending their kiss.

"I think I've had too much to drink … " She mumbled.

"Yeah, you're probably right about that. So … " Sam looked like he was  talking to a client. His tone was not personal anymore. His voice got  high pitched.

"Thanks a lot for tonight, really. In fact … " Sam turned to his left and  walked back to his desk. Then, he unlocked the last drawer and took two  wads of cash out of it.

"Here's twenty thousand dollars. You've earned it." He tossed the money  on his desk. At a loss for words, Aisha looked at the money first and  then back at Sam. He had a toothy smile on his face.

"Twenty thousand? For me?"

"Yeah, isn't it enough?"

"No, that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean, Ms Wilson? What do you want?"

Aisha's shock abruptly turned into anger. She did not want him to address her by her last name.

"What? 'Ms. Wilson?' A minute ago we were kissing, for God's sake."

"We were, but you've been through a lot." Sam left his desk and went  closer to her, again. Aisha stood tall, as if she was trying to  intimidate him.

"FYI, I always get what I want, Aisha. Thanks a lot for tonight, though.  We can call it even. Unless … " Sam put his right hand back on her left  shoulder. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

"I can't believe the nerve on this guy …  Geez, can't he take a hint? How  about a kick in the nuts, motha-fucka? I'd probably do that if you  hadn't saved me, you stupid, arrogant son of a bitch."

"Hands off, Mr. CEO. I don't want your money and I don't wanna fuck you either."







A sardonic smile was painted on Sam's face. Then, he slowly ran his  index finger on her shoulder. His tantalizing caress made her tingle.

"Oh, but you do … "

"I think I'm dealing with a spoiled brat here." Aisha's body was craving  for his touch, but her mind kept telling her "no". It was up to her  alone; Sam would have no say in this and would not touch her again,  until she allowed him.

"Hell no, rich boy. I'm not one of your ready-made whores. Now, get your  hand off!" Aisha's firm voice discouraged Sam. He had no choice but to  comply. Right after that, she stormed out of his study and ran  downstairs. She had to leave that place.

Sam would not her go that easily. He ran behind her and stopped her,  just before she started going down the stairs, by grabbing her right  arm. Aisha flipped around, very nearly in tears.

"I've had enough sickos chasing me for one night. Now, leave me alone,  before I tell the cops you were that bastard's accomplice and you fought  over me!"

The wealthy man was at a loss for words. He had been led to believe that  money could buy him anything and anyone. Aisha had encouraged him, but  she would not give into him like that; she was different. There he was,  with that beautiful woman just two feet in front of him, in a very  emotional state. It was one of the very few times in his life that Sam  could not find anything to say. He only gazed at her, saddened by her  rejection and subsequent outburst.

"I …  I thought you like me." He managed to murmur after a few seconds.

"Not like this, Sam." Aisha took a step closer to him, raised her left arm and pushed him back with her left index finger.

"Hell no … " She went on. Much to Sam's disappointment, he watched her  storm out of his house, slamming the door behind her. He did not like  the scene, but it was good that it happened in private; there were more  than fifty people on the ground floor and everything would be in the  tabloids the following morning. Sam sat on the landing and leaned  against the wall, with his hands on his face and his heart beating hard  inside his chest.

"I gotta find you. I wanna see you again … "

"Ava, get out here. And bring some water. Lots of it." It was 10:40pm on  that clear, warm summer night. The sky was full of stars; the moon was  beautifully lighting up the night. Aisha was on Ava's doorstep, looking  for a shoulder to cry on.

Aisha's friend had made a good name for herself as a realtor and had  bought a luxurious house on Townsgate Road, in Westlake Village, more  than 15 miles away from Zuma Beach. Featuring a big porch and a small  lawn just in front of it, it was nothing like Aisha's small apartment,  five blocks away. Inside, one could find marble floors, a kitchen with a  granite counter on the right, a quite large dining room on the left  with a white leather sofa and a 55-inch TV. But, the young barmaid had  no intentions of going inside. The only thing she wanted was to talk to  her friend.

Ava was 30 years old and Caucasian at 5 ft. 6 inches, 136 lbs., with  long, straight, blonde hair, hazel eyes and a pale complexion. Much less  athletic than her friend, Ava used to get a lot of attention due to her  natural looks and her curvaceous figure. And she did not mind one bit,  even if she heard all kinds of whispers behind her back. She was  confident, she loved food and no TV show would tell her what she should  or should not eat. In nothing more than denim shorts, a white tee and  her pink slippers, Ava emerged with a bottle of water in her left hand  and a tall glass in her right. Aisha had taken a seat at the oval-shaped  bamboo table in the middle of the porch, twenty five feet to the right  of Ava's front door and was staring at the stars, with her arms folded  across her chest, sighing.

"Hey, girl. You sounded troubled over the phone. What happened? Hey,  weren't you supposed to be running tonight? Why are you all dressed up?"

Aisha looked up at her friend and only then did she realize that she had  left her clothes back in Sam's house. Nonetheless, she had bigger  issues than her outfit. As far as she was concerned, Sam could have it.  She would keep the dress and the shoes. They were much fancier than  anything she could afford.

"Well, take a seat. This is gonna take a while."

Ava sat next to Aisha and listened intently, leaning forward towards her  friend, as Aisha told her the whole story. By the time she finished,  Ava had a puzzled look on her face.