Semua Bab The Billionaire Heiress Baby: Bab 11 - Bab 20

I pushed him against the wall as he pulled his hands around me, bringing me to himself. He was at his most vulnerable, like a child dressed in a Halloween costume, begging for candy. We had both excused ourselves from the golf field and in a matter of seconds, found ourselves at the golf club office of directorate. I looked into his eyes and saw nothing but complete desire and hunger, he was a complete animal at that point, and his gentle grip around my waist even in such an intense moment made it clear to me that behind that hunger and desire in his eyes, that there was also fear, and that fear was what I was going to relish on. I kissed him, taking the lead and playing the dominant one, and his masculinity fully succumbed to my femininity. He tried to pull me into himself but I remained rigid, granting him only the pleasure of having my lips on his, and only when I felt that I had starved him enough did I pull my body towards his, my breasts against his chest. I pul

Once outside the ballroom, she made her way down the long hallway tothe iconic lobby of the midtown Manhattan hotel, not sure what to do next.The bitter cold of last week’s Christmas snowfall lingered and seeped in through the front doors as the bellmen efficiently greeted last-minutepatrons. Her high heels clipped across the marble floors as she walkedtoward the coat check near the impressive lobby bar. Festive partygoerscrowded around the stools in front of the rich mahogany wood, and thebacklit wall of shiny expensive liquor bottles beckoned her to stay for onemore drink. The big-screen TV broadcast the live bash going on in TimesSquare several blocks away as partygoers anticipated the famous ball drop.Looking around, she noticed that there was no one parked near the intimatefireplace opposite the bar, and the plump armchairs looked especiallyinviting after sitting on a less-than-comfy dining chair all evening.Fiona puckered her lips to the side and decided to order a f

“Okay,” she muttered.Grabbing the tray, he turned on his heel with newfound energy. Whenhe was behind the bar, his friend Jimmy approached him with two shots ofwhiskey. “Happy New Year, man.” He grinned, offering Chris one of thetiny glasses.“Happy New Year, Jimmy.” The two friends tipped back the shots inone gulp, the expensive whiskey smooth and warm, sliding down Chris’sthroat.“Say, what’s with the fancy blonde? You two friends?” He gestured withhis head toward the fireplace.Chris looked over at Fiona, who seemed relaxed as she sat in thearmchair with her back toward them, focused on the fire. He wondered ifshe might be smiling.After rolling up his sleeves, he started to restock the glasses on theshelving. “You could say that.”Twenty minutes later, Chris and Fiona walked out of the hotel lobbyinto the brisk night. They were out of luck getting a cab, competing with thethrongs of people out late celebrating. Cars honked, and the subwayrumbled beneath their feet. Fi

“Good morning, Quinn. Happy New Year,” Fiona hummed as Saintjingled in front of her, tethered to a leash.The elderly doorman seemed perplexed by her warm greeting andquickly came from around the reception desk. The look of unease on hisface was apparent as he opened the lobby door for her to exit.“Good morning Miss Merrill. Happy New Year to you too.” He noddedvigorously, the pitch of his voice laced with apprehension. “Thank you.” Fiona blinked rapidly as a cold gust of January wind hither smack in the face. Saint cowered at her feet for a moment before sheconvinced him in her sing-song voice to keep walking along the frozensidewalk. Gripping the fur hoodie of her casual jacket with gloved fingers ather chin, she forged ahead with purpose in her step. Today was thebeginning of a new year, and the day she and the fine-looking bartender,Chris Ballard, would make their agreement official.The idea to hire him to be her boyfriend was brilliant if she did say soherself. It

Fiona squealed as she trotted to the door, knowing Chris was on theother side. The day had dragged on and on, and she was more than ready tosee her official beau. Dressed casually in skinny jeans and an Armanisweater, her high-heeled boots clicked on the travertine foyer tiles withSaint yipping at her heels. As she looked through the peephole of the frontdoor, she couldn’t help but grin and opened it with a flourish.“Come in, come in!” she exclaimed, astonished at her peppy attitude. Itfelt good to have something to look forward to, especially an attractive manwhose blue gaze made her weak in the knees.Standing in the hallway wearing blue jeans and a well-worn bomberjacket over a basic, long-sleeved black t-shirt, Chris smiled andimmediately offered her a bouquet of bright pink roses he must have boughtlast-minute from a vendor on the sidewalk. “Hey, Fiona. These are for you.” He also held out a small plate coveredin plastic wrap. “And, my mother insisted I bring you a p