Page 51 of The Billionaire Submissive
“The bus?”
She smiled. “Nope.”
He let his arms fall and stepped away from the door. “Let me shut down my computer and then I’d like to show you a possible warehouse site you can use for production.”
“As long as we eat soon.”
He sat down behind his desk and started putting things away until the glossy top was bare. “Do you want to go to Dmitri’s? Or may I take you somewhere new?”
“As long as I don’t have to change my clothes, I don’t care. I’m starving. Do you want to see what I’ve got so far here? Or wait?”
“If you’re hungry, let’s wait. We can even go to the warehouse afterward since I already own it.”
She frowned. “You already owned it—before you knew I needed space? Or you bought it today?”
“Not today.”
Leaning down to brace her hand on the desk, she narrowed a glare on him. “But…?”
He smiled. “I bought it Friday. You need the space and it’s a good investment.”
“One.”
He planted his hands on the desk and stood, leading in toward her. “Why are you so hungry?”
“Because I fucking forgot to eat lunch.”
“Two. Three for failing to take care of yourself.”
“That wasn’t part of our bargain.”
“It is now.”
She held his gaze, letting her energy build to a fevered pitch, until he finally gave her what she was waiting for.
“Mistress. I want only to make sure you’re taken care of.”
She leaned closer and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Is that your job, lover boy?”
“If you’ll let me.”
She leaned back just enough to see his eyes. “Remember when I called you today? What did I ask you?”
He swallowed. “My neck measurement.”
“I didn’t buy you a shirt.” She turned and headed for the door, pausing to look back at him. “Are you ready?”
His nostrils flared with each breath and his eyes blazed with emotion. Breathing deeply, it took him a moment to follow, likely because he was trying to bring his body back under control. Gathering his briefcase, he paused long enough to jerk at the neck of his shirt to loosen the pressure on his throat. “I have a question.”
“Yes?”
He strode toward her, all lithe power like a predator on the hunt. It made her nipples pebble against her T-shirt. “What can I do to make you curse more short of taking you shopping?”
Chuckling, she let him take her arm as he preferred and waited for the elevator. “You don’t want to take me shopping?”
“I don’t want to waste the time on shoppingtonight. Any other day, I’ll absolutely drop everything to take you shopping for whatever you want.”
“Oh, I don’t know, lover boy. I’m feeling very ashamed of my loose tongue tonight. I don’t think I’ll curse again for quite some time.”
