Free At His Desire: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Part 7 by Delilah Fawkes Page A

surprises?”
    I
put a hand on my hip. “Are you going to let me take care of this, or are we
going to stand here all day?”
    He
laughed then, the sound making my heart do a back flip.
    “Get
ready, and I’ll drive you.” He pulled me close, kissing me hard. “And if we
finish early, maybe you can get tied up at the office...”
    I
laughed with him, and he smacked me playfully on the rear. I’d definitely have
to work quickly.

 
    ***

 
    I
sat on the floor of Mr. Drake’s office, surrounded by a fan of index cards, his
laptop, and a fistful of hotel brochures. My ear was aching around my blue
tooth headset from the day’s worth of phone calls, but I grinned as I surveyed
all that I’d accomplished.
    I
looked up as Mr. Drake entered, closing the door behind him.
    “Is
there anything you need? How’s it going?”
    There
was a wrinkle above the bridge of his nose that only showed when he was
anxious. I wanted to jump up and kiss it away, but instead, I pulled up the
page of notes I had on the computer.
    “Everything’s
booked, and 20 out of 22 guests have RSVP’d in the positive, along with their
spouses. This weekend is going to be a huge success. No one can pass up an
all-expenses paid corporate bash thrown by The Chase Drake.” I grinned up at
him, and blew a piece of hair out of my face where it had fallen out of my bun.
    He
shook his head, a smile replacing the pinched look of almost-panic he had been
wearing. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. How did you manage to pull all
this off?”
    He
gave me a hand, pulling me to my feet.
    “Didn’t
you know I’m a genius?”
    “I
always suspected as much.”
    We
stared at one another, the laughter fading, replaced by something else
entirely. He grabbed my hair, tilting my head back, and I let my breath out
slowly, my whole body suddenly very aware that we were alone. His mouth met
mine, hot and urgent. I moaned softly as he deepened the kiss, teasing my
tongue with his.
    “I’m
going to need you, Isabeau. With me. This weekend.”
    He
kissed me again, slowly, his lips on mine making me quake with longing. He
pulled away and looked into my eyes.
    “Please
say you’ll come?”
    I
smiled up at him. “I’d love to. As long as you promise not to work me too
hard.”
    His
hand slipped up under my skirt. He ran a finger over the crotch of my panties,
tracing my lips through the lace. “I will promise no such thing.”
    I
shivered beneath his touch. “I’m all yours, Sir.”

 
    ***

 
    The
next couple of days passed in a whirlwind of activity. I finally went home to
my lonely little apartment to see that my mail was piling up and my one
houseplant was getting crispy around the edges. I watered it, marveling at how
quickly my life had changed in such a short period of time.
    I
changed out of my new clothes and stepped into the bathroom for a shower. The
diamonds on my choker winked at me in the mirror. I’d become so used to wearing
Mr. Drake’s collar, I’d almost forgotten to take it off. I ran my fingertip
over the tiny lock charm nestled in the hollow of my throat. I could
practically feel his hands in my hair as he fastened it on...
    I
stepped into the shower with the choker still in place and sighed as the water
poured over me.

 
    ***

 
    Later,
Mr. Drake sent a car and a note insisting I go shopping for the weekend ahead,
and although I grumbled at the expense, I had to admit, I had nothing to wear.
The clothing in my closet wouldn’t impress a J.C. Penney executive, much less
the investors of Drake & Smith. I let myself be driven about, packages
piling up in the trunk of the Rolls Royce and tried to tamp down the feeling of
unease rising inside of me with each stop.
    Was
I ever going to get used to this? I imagined guilt bubbling up inside of me
like hot lava.
    Just breathe, Isabeau. So what if that
dress is worth more than all the furniture in your apartment? I giggled nervously in the back
of the car, and put a hand over my