Free Claimed by the Billionaire: Lust #2 by Danielle Jamesen Page B

held her hands up
as though she was surrendering, “Okay, okay.”
    It was then my phone
went off. It was Mr. Gable…Bradley, I thought, tasting his first name in my
mind. Cathy didn’t notice it was him, looking at her own phone. I snatched it
up and walked out of the kitchen to the hallway.
    “Hello?” I said.
    “Serena, sorry to
bother you so late.” He said, his voice deep.
    I looked at the clock
in the hallway; it was nearing eight, “Not a problem. What’s up?”
    He paused on the other
line, as though my casual tone was silly, and then spoke, “I just finished
going through all your confirmation e-mails.”
    “Everything okay?” Now
I was worried I had messed up somehow.
    “Everything is good.
Thank you for scheduling all of that.”
    “You’re welcome.” I
said, not sure at why he was calling if I hadn’t messed up something.
    He must have picked up
on my tone because he spoke quickly, “Would you like to have dinner with me
tonight to go over everything?”
    I blinked. Dinner to go
everything? Didn’t he just say everything was okay? Was he asking me out?
    “I can’t,” I replied,
“I’m watching Greg tonight and I just can’t leave him by himself. He’s only
ten.” I tried to make my tone light to let him know I did want to get dinner
with him, but not at the expense of my son.
    He seemed slightly
abashed on the other line when he said, “Of course, of course.” And quickly
ended the call, telling me good-night.
    I looked down at the
phone and then glanced in the kitchen. Cathy was talking to her own husband
now. I gripped my phone tightly. What was I getting myself into?
    ***
    The flight wasn’t
nearly as long as ones I had been on when I had previously had money. But it
felt even longer, mostly because of the close proximity I had to Bradley. Any
time our knees or hands accidently touched, it felt as though an earthquake
went off in me. I was hyper aware of his presence and over the flight, it drove
me crazy. I had a vivid fantasy about us going to the bathroom up front and his
hands all over me. I loved his hands. They were large but strong looking and
the thought of them all over me made me shiver. I wanted him so badly. I ended
up thinking about him lifting me up on the small counter in the bathroom,
sliding up my skirt and going in me. I thought about him gripping my thighs,
whispering in my ear, thrusting in me, pulling my hair…
    By the time we landed
and we pulled up to the Encore at the Wynn, I felt flustered. I barely
remembered our conversation in the limo. All I could think was that we were
finally here and we were alone for the entire week…
    As we walked into the
lobby, I fell in love. It was a dark red, with windows that opened out
overlooking a garden, with the pool nearby. The floors looked like marble and
as we headed towards the lobby, I could see the casino — more red with purple
hues. This place was expensive and it showed. The people in the casino wore
high end clothes, even though they were lounging around. For a second, I felt
out of season, until a couple wearing tacky tourist shirts walked by.
    Bradley was talking to
the lady behind the counter, checking in. I was still looking around, eying the
lobby bar, when he called me over.
    “There’s been a mistake
with the room.” He said to me quietly.
    The lady was typing
away on the computer and either didn’t hear us, or was well practiced in
appearing as though she was not listening, “What do you mean?”
    “They only booked one
room.”
    “Can they fix it? You
saw I clearly booked two.” My voice raised an octave higher, slightly panicked.
    “I showed them the
confirmation e-mail. But they’re all out. They’re going to upgrade us.”
    I fiddled with my
thumbs, looking back at the bar, suddenly craving a drink. Whatever I felt
about Bradley aside, I still wanted to do well at this job. Messing up my first
assignment, even if they said it wasn’t my fault, made me feel like a fool. I
was still