The Boss's Proposal (Billionaire Bad Boy BBW Romance)(19)

''The information I have is worth far more than a penny on the street''  she continued, ''and with it I will get much more than a kiss with an  egocentric sport's moron!''







''How much?'' he repeated aggressively.

''Well you see, it's more a case of how many … ?'' she answered slyly.

He looked puzzled.

''I mean, you've seen me perform, right? How many hours of training  would be needed to take me to the final of the state championships?''

His eyes widened. ''What are you suggesting?'' He paused. ''Are you mad?''

She crossed her arms and looked at him defiantly.

''Yeah I guess I can arrange something … ''

''No!'' said Laurel, ''It has to be you. I want you to train me. I want to dance like you.''

''No way!'' he yelled, but the look in his eyes spelled defeat and she smiled triumphantly.





Laurel woke up smiling. Her dream of being a top class figure skater  finally seemed within reach. She took an old photograph from under her  pillow and gazed at it lovingly. ''This is for you Granny,'' she  whispered.

She remembered watching her grandmother skating when she was a child.  Despite her age and fragility, her grandmother could still skate  incredibly well and she had seen photos and videos of her amazing  performances that had taken place before Laurel was born. When the  cancer had finally rendered her sweet grandmother bed-ridden and with  only a few days left of life left inside her, she had given young Laurel  a message that would stay with her forever. ''Do something that makes  you happy,'' she had told Laurel, ''Don't be tempted by riches or fame.  Their allure will quickly fade. Do something you love, dedicate yourself  to it, and do it the best you possibly can!''

From that moment Laurel had made a promise to herself that she would  become a world-class figure skater, just like her grandmother. She  kissed the picture gently before returning it to its place.

Her alarm brought her back to reality and she jumped out of bed quickly.  She had a full day of classes ahead of her though and even though  skating was her passion, she was beginning to enjoy law more and more,  especially with Paul to help explain the stuff she didn't get.

Her and Paul were pretty much inseparable during busy school days and on  this day like many others they popped to their usual diner to re-fuel.

''Hamburger with fries and a peanut milkshake please!'' she grinned at the waitress.

''Oh sorry honey, we're all out of peanut butter. That guy just bought  the last one,'' and she waved her hand towards a guy slurping noisily at  the table next to them.

He turned round and grinned. It was Ben. Of course, she thought.  Typical. ''You snooze, you lose, sucker.'' He sneered. ''Want some?'' he  waved the huge tumbler in front of her and she tried to grab it without  luck. He then drained the last of its contents, slammed it down on the  table, and walked off without looking back.

''Are we still on for tonight?'' she yelled after him, but he was  already halfway out the door. If she didn't know better, she might have  thought he was a little bit jealous.

''You're not meeting up with that guy, seriously?'' asked Paul,  concerned. ''He's such an idiot. All brawn and no brain,'' he smirked.

''I …  erm …  yeah I know,'' said Laurel, ''but we have a kind of  arrangement. I'll tell you about it another time. It's nothing though,  really. It's not like I've got the hots for him or anything!'' she lied.

Back at home later Jennifer was giving her a hard time about her continued nighttime escapades at the rink.

''Seriously, you're not coming out again?'' Jennifer complained, tugging  at one of her dark curls. ''You're getting so lame! And you look tired.  I think you're training too much.''

''Tell Minds and Amy I'm sorry ok, and I will definitely, definitely be  out Friday night ok, promise! I'm doing this for my grandmother,  remember.'' Laurel apologized as she rushed off for another session at  the rink.

She heard Jennifer sigh as she closed the door and she felt bad. But  there was nothing that could keep her away from the rink. Or away from  Ben for that matter, but she still hadn't entirely admitted this to  herself.

Their sessions had started with resentment and an icy face on his part  but after a couple of evenings' work she could tell he was starting to  enjoy himself. And she was learning fast too. Her awkward axel landings  were a thing of the past and she could spin faster than ever before. She  couldn't wait to see where their training would lead.







''Hey Mr. Grimsby,'' she yelled to the security guard as she swung  through the doors. He had forgiven her for sneaking in and they were now  firm friends.

Ben was already on the ice, making circles, and she ran down the steps  towards him. ''Private Pompoms you're late! Get on the ice right this  second and give me 20!''

He liked to pretend she was his soldier, and him the sergeant major of course.

She grinned, ''Sorry Sir, right away'' and she laced up her boots,  jumped on the rink and did 20 push-ups, no problem. She could feel his  eyes running over her body while she was pumping up and down and it  thrilled her no end.

But as she jumped up again his face was all seriousness and they started the session without further ado.

''Are you going to that party next Saturday?'' she ventured as they were  on their way out, ''You know, it's meant to be like, the party of the  year. Everyone is going.''

''I'll probably be there,'' he said non-committedly and shrugged his  shoulders, ''I dunno. It's a long way off. But yeah I guess you're  right. One night off from training is a good plan. From now on we won't  work on weekends. Friday and Saturday nights are all yours.''

''But I didn't mean … ''

''No it's fine. See you tomorrow, same time. Don't be late.''

He seemed preoccupied. ''And remember,'' he turned round, ''Careless talk costs lives.''

Nice, she thought. But on reflection she supposed that she was  blackmailing him. She thought about their banter while training, their  brief snippets of conversation on the walk out, and the moments when  their eyes caught each other's and lingered for a moment longer than  they should have done.

Was it all part of the act? She realized that despite his thuggish ways  and lewd remarks, she was falling for this guy. She shook her head in  disbelief. He was the epitome of everything she hated in a man. It was  what she saw in his eyes that told her there was more to him. And the  sexual tension between them was undeniable, well at least it was for  her. She wondered if she appeared as frequently in his dreams as he did  in hers.





''Private Pompoms! Nice of you to join us! 30 now! No buts!''

She was running late again thanks to another lecture from Jennifer, this  time because she was behind in one of her classes. ''Paul told me  you're not concentrating in class and you're handing in your assignments  late!'' she scolded. Laurel felt miserable and exhausted.

As she slumped down and half-heartedly started her punishment push-ups she suddenly started to sob.

''Hey, hey, whoa, stop!'' Ben said gently as he sat down beside her. He  put his arm around her and pulled her next to him on the ice. ''Sorry,  maybe I pushed you too hard. It was just meant to be fun y'know.  Besides, if you ever want to get into pairs figure skating, you'll need  to strengthen these puny arms of yours,'' he joked, and he gave her arm a  squeeze.

She leaned into his embrace and breathed in his smell: Musky sporty  masculinity, she thought. She imagined herself twirling around the rink  in his arms. Did he really think she could try skating with a partner?  With him? She didn't dare imagine it.

''I'm sorry'' she murmured, ''This is really embarrassing. I just had a fight with my roommate that's all.''

He lifted her face and kissed her tenderly. Ripples of excitement shot  through her body. She responded eagerly and the tenderness turned  quickly into wanton desire. His tongue entered her mouth and she sucked  it and bit his beautiful bottom lip. His hand was up her shirt, stroking  her stomach, cupped around her breast. Then with her nipple between his  fingers, tweaking, gently at first, becoming harder. She felt his  hardness press against her and as he unbuttoned her shirt she in turn  unbuttoned his pants to reveal his beautiful wild manhood.

Within seconds they were writhing on the ice in naked bliss. He licked  the ice and took her in his mouth, giving her excited shivers and crying  out until she was on the brink of climax. Then he entered her,  suddenly, forcefully, causing her to cry out again. She felt him deep  inside her and it felt as if he would explode at any moment. She came  deeply and elatedly, and he followed soon after, groaning with pleasure  and collapsing at her side. They stayed like that for a while until he  turned to her and whispered, ''Private Pompoms?''

''Sir?'' she whispered back.







''Your bum's going blue. Ladies locker room for a hot shower, now!''

She giggled and grabbed her clothes, holding them to her body, suddenly glancing around the huge arena, becoming self-conscious.

He joined her in the shower and they soaped each other down and nuzzled,  enjoying the continued intimacy in silence. She had so much she wanted  to say to him, to ask him, but somehow she just couldn't express  herself. Instead she joked, ''I'll have to be late and upset more  often.'' He replied, ''You just dare!'' and spanked her bottom hard.