Page 31 of The Billionaire's Wake-up-call Girl

It’s exhaustion. Frustration.

I go to the whiteboard, but I can’t bear to stare at it any longer, so I slip around it to the window and look down at the people, like so many toy soldiers.

Wake up, motherfucker.

It was so…shocking. But in a strange, and even slightly enjoyable way. I found it…stimulating.

Wake up, motherfucker.

It’s been so long since I felt any kind of surprise from a woman. And really, what kind of woman says that to me?

People are waiting for whatever annoying bullshit you have in store for them today. Whatever stupid bullshit flies out of your meteoric mind.

Meteoric.I shake my head at her use of that word.

Meteoricis the entirely wrong word for what she meant.Meteoricsuggests something spectacular yet fleeting. Transient. I’m pretty sure she was going for something more likegrandiose.Bombastic.High-flown, maybe.

I’d like to tell her that. If she’s going to sass me, she needs to get her terms right.

Of course she wouldn’t listen. She’d come back with some insolent remark, and I’d kiss those sassy lips. And then I’d take her over my knee and spank her. Just slide those pj pants down and give her a good firm slap on her bare ass.

I turn away from the window, surprised at the strange turn my thoughts have taken. What’s going on with me? Spanking isn’t my style.

Except now that I’ve pictured it, I can’t get the thought out of my mind.

I stalk back over to my whiteboard and study a side chemical reaction, but the harder I try to shake free of the idea of spanking her, the more erotic power it seems to gain, and the harder my cock becomes, and suddenly I can’t think of anything else.

I’d spank her, and then maybe I’d turn her over and kiss her. I’d grab her hair and trace my fingertip over the impudent smile I can hear right through the phone.

I go back to the window and press my finger to the glass, letting the sound of her sexy, raspy voice echo through my soul.

Ten

Lizzie

Mia’s gonewhen I get back home. I check her schedule and I see she has an evening class to go to.

I usually don’t mind being alone, but these days I’m a little rattled by the fact that Lenny’s collections guy was able to wheedle his way into the building. You need a key to get into the building, and residents are not supposed to be letting strangers in. But this guy got in. He was in our hallway, knocking at our door. He could come back at any time. I have the door locked, but a few good kicks could break it open.

I sleep poorly, even after I hear Mia roll back in.

My alarm goes off at four, but I’m already awake, pulse racing, looking forward to talking with him and tormenting him.

I need to find a way to keep stringing him along, but I have to be careful; eventually he’ll figure out that I’m using his curiosity against him.

I pull my phone out of the charger a few minutes early and give myself a pep talk.

My pulse beats excitedly as the time turns over, from 4:29 a.m. to 4:30 a.m. I press the green phone symbol, because Operator Seven is always on time, bitches!

He answers on the first ring. “Yeah.”

I feel my face split into a huge smile. “Here he is, folks, answering on the first ring. Who’s the best wake-up-call girl in the city?”

He says nothing, but I know he’s there. Then he says, “You hung up on me.”

“You were awake,dude.” I put extra emphasis on the word, knowing somehow that it’ll bug him. It’s like I can feel the edges of his wonderfully prickly emotions. “Did I not tell you the weather? Isn’t that how proper wake-up-call girls end their calls? I heard it from a very reputable source.”

“Did you? So you know who this is, then?”

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