Free Bared by the Billionaire by Kallista Dane Page A

was when she realized the soft beige bra she’d worn was so sheer that her nipples were poking out, still hard.
    Kyra sighed and buttoned her jacket. The rest of her underwear was in the suitcases that still hadn’t been returned to her. The bras that he’d provided were all elaborate creations in dark colors that would stand out under her light blouse, drawing even more attention to her shameless state of arousal.
    She went back into the sitting room and sat primly on a chair, waiting. The loveseat was across the room, directly in her line of sight. She wondered how she had looked to Harmon when she was draped over the loveseat—her wrists bound behind her, her ass forced high in the air over the padded arm. She’d never been allowed to touch him or even to look at him, to see if his cock was hard under those low-slung jeans. It must have aroused him too. But he hadn’t demanded that she satisfy him in any way. The man had iron self-control.
    There was a discreet knock at the door. She went to it and found Sam in the hall, her suitcases at his feet. He handed her the purse. “Mr. Harmon would like to see you in his office, ma’am,” he said. “I’ll just put your bags here in the foyer. Carmen will be along shortly to unpack for you.”
    “Please, call me Kyra,” she replied. “And as for unpacking, I’d prefer to do that myself.” She breathed a sigh of relief. Apparently Sam hadn’t found the hidden recorder in her phone. The thought hit her suddenly that she’d better check later to see if the device was working. Had he found and disabled it? Kyra wondered how she would be able to continue this charade for the next six months. Her nerves were raw already and she’d barely begun.
    Sam nodded. “I’ll let her know.”
    He turned without another word and Kyra followed him down the hall and past the wide entryway to the cavernous living room she’d been in yesterday. They went about halfway down the hall on the other side of the elevator. Sam stopped and knocked at one of the white doors lining both sides of the hallway on this end of the building too.
    He didn’t wait for a response, simply opened the door and ushered her inside. Jake Harmon sat behind a heavy wooden desk that was surprisingly traditional, unlike the rest of the sleek, ultra-modern furnishings he surrounded himself with elsewhere in the penthouse. He gestured to one of a pair of upholstered chairs in front of the desk.
    “Kyra. Please, have a seat. Can I get you a cup of coffee or perhaps an iced tea?”
    She shook her head.
    “I hope your suite is satisfactory. Carmen or Esther will see to anything you need while you’re with us. They rotate so one of them is here from nine a.m. to six p.m. every day. In case you hadn’t noticed, there’s a house phone on one of the tables in your sitting room. It’s monitored 24/7, so if there’s anything you want after hours, just tell whoever answers and they’ll bring it to you.”
    She stared at him, her mouth open. How could he do this, chatting away, nonchalant, as though he hadn’t paddled her naked ass and then licked her pussy until she nearly came just a little while ago? Maybe this was part of his strategy. Keep her off balance so she never knew which Jake Harmon to expect. If so, it was working. She could barely concentrate on his words. She kept staring at his hands, remembering how those fingers stroked her clit until she shuddered with need.
    Well, if he could put it out of his mind, so could she. Kyra forced herself to pay attention as he slid a stack of papers across the desk.
    “This is your contract. I think you’ll find all the provisions of our agreement are correct. There’s a bank statement showing the current balance of the escrow account at $500,000 as well as the paperwork for you to sign to open an account in your own name at that bank. Every Friday for the next six months I’ll transfer $20,000 from the escrow into your account. You can set up a password and