Page 41 of The Billionaire Submissive
Even if I’m pissed as hell.
His game was clear. He was already building up the count before he’d even recovered from his introduction to her crop.
Evidently he had something extravagant planned, because the rack closest to the bed only held one dress with its own stack of boxes. After his story about growing up on the fishing boats and his father’s love affair with the sea—not to mention Donovan’s selection of all blue lingerie—it didn’t surprise her the gown was a sumptuous blue-gray. What did surprise her was how perfectly it matched her eyes.
He’d also selected an entire set of lingerie, including a tiny scrap of a thong, a garter belt and bra in a soft, shimmering silver matching the strappy metallic heels. Silk stockings so sheer and light they might as well have been made from spider webs. The bra was going to heft her breasts as high as any corset and the dress’s neckline was so low it would almost reveal her bellybutton. Okay, that was an exaggeration, but he was definitely going to have a hard time keeping his eyes off her cleavage.
In the chair beside the bed, he’d left her overnight bag of her own things. Jeans, comfortable shirts, tennis shoes. On top, he’d left a note for her.
Lilly, choose what you’re most comfortable with. I’ll love either outfit. Remember to increase the count either way.
P.S. Come hungry.
He’d only signed a D at the bottom of the note. Disappointed he hadn’t used Lover Boy or Sexy Beast, she looked at her old familiar comfortable clothes and then the sexy expensive gown. She didn’t recognize the swirling V of the label, which probably meant it was even more expensive than anything she could imagine.
Increase the count either way. Silly boy.Grinning, she had to put on the gorgeous dress just to see the way he looked at her.
She went in search of a shower, which ended up looking like a Roman bath. Shaking her head, she found a vast array of products, even some which would probably help tame her hair. A whole tray of perfumes and lotions was on the vanity, but she turned them all down. Most scents didn’t agree with her unless they were all natural essential oils. He probably had some of those around too—since they were extremely expensive per ounce—but she didn’t care to take the time to sort them all and find one that wouldn’t break her out.
Staring at herself in the full-length mirror, she had to admit the dress looked incredible. Her breasts were framed by the deep neckline, lifted by the plunging bra beneath. The dress wasn’t as tight as the wiggle dress she’d worn on their first date, but it wasn’t as forgiving either. No ruching hid the roundness of her stomach, the fullness of her hips.I really ought to lose twenty pounds.She sighed at the thought of giving up pie.I’ll have to walk Hank extra tomorrow. And give Donovan an extra hard workout.
That made her smile.
She didn’t have any idea how long he’d been waiting for her after delivering all the surprises, though surely if he needed her up by a certain time, he would have added a time to the note. Set an alarm. Something. It was nearly eight before she finally headed downstairs to find him.
The house was well lit but completely empty.At least he’s not throwing an impromptu cocktail party. I suck at mingling with people I don’t know.
She followed the delicious smells to the kitchen. Ricardo and Annette both were hard at work at the humongous eight-burner stove but chatting like old friends.
“Miss Harrison, you look gorgeous this evening.” Annette wiped her hands on a towel and then gestured her to follow. “Mr. Morgan’s out on the terrace.”
“Thank you,” Lilly replied. “I hope I didn’t keep him waiting too long.”
Annette laughed. “Not at all. Trevor’s been entertaining him.” As they walked, Annette added, “Trevor’s my son and we had a tough go there for a while. The chance to live on such an incredible property and manage things while he’s in the city is a once in a lifetime opportunity, but I’m even more grateful to Mr. Morgan for taking an interest in my son and giving him responsibilities around the house. He’s helping us out more than he could ever know.”
After Donovan’s story about how he’d grown up alone with his mother, Lilly was far from surprised he’d be especially sensitive to a single mother’s needs with a teenaged boy. “He knows, because he was that boy growing up.”
Annette laid a hand on her arm, halting just inside the sliding glass door. Outside on the stoned terrace, a romantic dinner had been set up with a small intimate table, lots of candles and soft lighting, flowers everywhere, and a chilled bottle of wine waiting for her to step outside. But what made Lilly’s heart swell in her chest, blocking her breath, was the sight of Donovan. He sat with his back to her, so she had no idea what he wore, other than it was something dark and formal. No doubt it cost a mint. Yet he hung his arm out over the side of his chair and was patting on Hank, her smelly, hairy dog he’d jokingly complained about all the way out from St. Paul.
Trevor threw a ball across the backyard and Hank went running after it, barking excitedly. The ball bounced off the low stone wall and before the dog could fetch it, Trevor caught it and tossed it back to Donovan. Laughing, he waited until Hank was a foot away from leaping on him and ruining his expensive suit, and then threw the ball back to Trevor.
Donovan laughed and the sound brought tears to her eyes. Mr. Moneybags, playing keep away with a boy and a dog.Be still my heart.
“Mr. Morgan cares about you a great deal. I can see it in his eyes. I just wanted to be clear up front I never had any expectations of anything more. That isn’t our arrangement at all, Miss Harrison.”
“I understand. I mean no offense, because I’ve already seen how much he depends on you, but you’re not exactly his type.”
Relieved, Annette actually winked at her. “And you are. The sexual tension sizzles whenever you’re in the room with him.”
Some women might have blushed. Others might have lied or tried to brush off such a comment. Lilly lowered her voice to a husky timbre. “You ought to see him sizzle behind closed doors. But please, call me Lilly. I only get formal when I’m trying to make him sorry for playing Mr. Moneybags.”
It’d be nice if she could be friends with Annette, especially if she vacationed very often with Donovan. But it might get…awkward. The help would know absolutely everything in the house and he was a very proud man. He wouldn’t want Annette to gossip about him, especially with the woman in his bed.
“Trevor and I have a guest house on the edge of the property.” Annette looked back outside, a smile twitching her lips. “It’s very far away from the main house. So you should have lots of privacy.”
“Mr. Morgan does appreciate his privacy,” Lilly agreed with a smile. “Speaking of which, I’m afraid I made a bit of a mess in the bedroom earlier today. I knocked over a lamp.”
“You did it? Mr. Morgan claimed he busted the lamp. He seemed quite proud of losing it, even though it was a matching set.”
