Free Run to Him: The Full Novel: A Domination/Submission Alpha Male Billionaire Suspenseful Romance (The Billionaire's Beck and Call Book 4) by Delilah Fawkes

butterflies still flapping uncomfortably in my stomach. Mr. Alastair put his fingers softly on my chin, tilting it up until my eyes met his. His touch was electric, despite my worry, and smiled back.
    “I hope you know that.”
    He stroked my cheek, just once, his eyes crinkling as he smiled at me, his handsome face lighting up as he looked at me like I was the most beautiful girl in the world.
    I nodded again, at a loss for words, feeling like I was on some kind of emotional rollercoaster—breathless and exhilarated, but also a little dazed and confused.
    “Now, I think I’d like to see you with some new jewelry, Lucy. You are woefully under-accessorized, I’m afraid. A beautiful girl needs beautiful things, don’t you agree?”
    I opened my mouth, then shut it again, not sure what to say. Jewelry? Like… jewels?
    Back in my old life, bartending for old Buck, the most I’d ever worn were a couple of bangles from the mall—certainly nothing of real value. Was he saying what I thought he was saying?
    “I want you to take my corporate card today, and go get yourself the gamut of ladies accessories. Rings, both for work and cocktail parties, tennis bracelets, a few different necklaces, a wristwatch… You are representing me, after all. I wouldn’t want people to think I was being stingy with my lovely assistant.”
    He beamed at me, and handed me a shining gold card. I took it, surprised by the heft of it. This was no ordinary American Express.
    “I want you to take all day to get what you need, understood? I’ll call ahead to Tiffany’s and let them know you’re coming.”
    “Y-yes, Sir,” I sputtered. “Understood.”
    “I’ll expect you at home by six sharp to show me what you bought.”
    He smiled again in that seductive way of his, his cool eyes flashing.
    I moved out of the office, almost in a daze, wondering if I heard him correctly, or if I was having some sort of crazy ass fever dream.
    Tiffany’s?? As in, Breakfast At? Ho-lee Shit!
    When I reached Mr. Alastair’s driver, the man tipped his hat to me, and told me he’d been given instructions on where to drive, and wouldn’t I please make myself comfortable?
    I sat down on the cool, leather seat, and looked down at the card clutched in my hands once more.
    Maybe this Mr. Alastair wasn’t such a bad guy after all.
     
     
    ***
    I’d spent two hours wandering through the store that morning, too nervous to ask to look at anything, much less to ask a sales clerk for the prices. Even after all the time I spent with Max, living in luxury with him, I still felt like a total fish out of water in a place like this—lost and gasping for air.
    I took some time to steel my nerves at a café across the street, picking at a sandwich and drinking coffee until I felt myself vibrating in my chair.
    What’s the big deal, Lucy? So your boss wants you to buy yourself more expensive jewelry than you’ve ever even seen in person. So what?
    I lay my forehead down on the cool café table and sighed. Just the thought of fully accessorizing at Tiffany’s, of all places, was enough to put my stomach in knots. It made sense that he wanted to maintain a certain image, but the reality of it—me, here in this opulent place, surrounded by wealthy, perfectly groomed women with perfectly slicked back blonde hair—was enough to make me want to sink into the ground.
    How did a person even go about picking out beautiful things in a place full of beauty and splendor like that? Hell, was it even kosher to ask to see the price tag, or would that make me look like an idiot?
    I didn’t want to misstep here, where Mr. Alastair was obviously known and highly regarded as a Very Important Client. I ran my hand over my face, then tried to smooth down my unwieldy curls, using my spoon as a mirror.
    I sighed. I might as well go back. I had to get this done sooner or later, or I would have one displeased billionaire boss. Something told me he wasn’t as forgiving of my stubbornness as