Page 15 of The Billionaire Submissive
“No. I didn’t.”
“So what’s it going to cost me?”
She merely arched a brow and sat silently, gazing back at him evenly.
“I don’t understand. This is your profession. I know I misjudged you earlier, but I demanded you give up all your other clients.”
She nodded. “I emailed each of them last night and broke the news. They weren’t happy, to say the least.”
“So even if this doesn’t work out, you might lose some of them. You might hurt your business.”
It was her turn to shrug carelessly. “I’ve turned away business for years. I’ll find new clients if I must.”
“Let me get this straight. You’re going to accept my contract. You’re going to give up your existing clients, your very livelihood. And you’re not going to take a dime of my money?” He laughed, but it was hard and ugly. “Here I was prepared to blackmail you into agreement, and now I’m getting you for free.”
Her patience was unraveling very fast. “How exactly did you intend to blackmail me, Mr. Morgan?”
“I was going to threaten to tell everyone exactly what kind of business you’re running on the side.”
She nodded, her irritation rising. “So you were going to tell people like my parents and friends and professional clients that I’m a whore. Yeah, that’s a sure way to get a woman to agree to get into bed with you.”
He had the grace to squirm uncomfortably beneath her accusing glare. “I thought—”
“Yeah, we’ve already been over what a boneheaded idiot you are.” She stood up and snatched the contract off his desk. Most of it had been crossed out anyway. “This is what I think of you and your worthless contract, Mr. Morgan.” Then she tore the papers in half, threw them on his desk, and stalked toward the door.
“Miss Harrison, wait. Lilly!”
She heard him coming around his desk but she didn’t slow or turn to look at him. She started to open the door but he flung up an arm and slammed it shut, pressing his weight against it to keep her from opening it again.
“Mistress.”
Finally, he got her attention. She looked at him but didn’t soften her face or give him her words.
“I’m sorry. I’m an idiot. I was wrong.”
“Wrong to even thinking about blackmailing me? Or wrong to think I would actually accept money in exchange for having sex with you?”
“Shhh,” he lowered his voice. “I don’t know how soundproof this door is.”
Ha. She could only hope the simpering Miss Wruthers was pressed against the door on the other side listening avidly. It would serve him right. “That’s your problem, Mr. Morgan. Not mine. You’re the idiot who’s bewildered why I’m furious that you keep trying to shove money down my throat along with your cock.”
“Lilly, please!”
“Please what? Please forgive you yet again for trying to make me into your very own prostitute? Maybe you thought I’d charge by the lash. Drop your pants now and give me a grand. I’ll see how many cracks I can get in before your secretary comes charging in to see if I’m killing you.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered furiously, his face so red it almost made her laugh despite her anger. “Please.”
She at least stopped hurling comments back, but she didn’t unbend her stiffness or withdrawal.
“I was wrong. Terribly wrong. You ought to punish me.”
She let her shoulders relax and he sagged against the door in relief. “I don’t know, Mr. Morgan. You haven’t even answered my questionnaire yet so I know what implements to use.”
“Anything. Anything you want.” She didn’t have to drop her gaze to his crotch to know he was aroused again. “Punish me any way you want. I deserve it for insulting you yet again with my ignorance.”
Pretending to think about it, she shifted her portfolio to her other hand and then finally nodded. “Meet me at Dmitri’s tonight at seven.”
“I can pick you up…” She narrowed a glare on him and he raised his hands. “Or not. I’ll just meet you there. But you will allow me to buy you dinner? It’s the least I can do.”
