Free Billionaire's Bribe (Blackmailed Into Bed) BBW Erotica by Adriana Hunter Page A

her—thick, chestnut hair
pulled back into a French twist to reveal a heart shaped face with large, almond
shaped eyes, a cute little nose, and pouty lips. Her skin was like the breaking
dawn—pale with a rosy tint, and her curvy frame was wonderfully displayed
by the form-fitting black dress she wore.
    Not
wanting to seem forward since he was her prospective employer, he brought his
eyes up to her own. The irises were amber, and he could see nerves and
determination in them. The first was to be expected, the second one made him
sit up a little straighter in his high-backed, leather swivel chair. In his
experience that look was one of the marks of a good employee—it separated
her as one of the ones who made a job, as opposed to ones that conformed to a
job.
    “Good
afternoon.” He rose with a smile to shake her hand. Her fingers, with
pink-painted nails, appeared dainty, but they wrapped around his hand in a firm
grip. He liked the feel of her soft hand in his. “You must be Eva. I’m Greyson Stone, the CEO of Creative Enterprises.”
    Those
pouty lips curved into a polite smile that warmed her eyes and eased a bit of
the nerves. The determination still burned brightly. “Nice to meet you, Mr.
Stone. Thank you so much for your consideration.”
    “My
pleasure.” He sat and indicated with his hand for her to do the same, and it
truly was. The dress she wore wasn’t inappropriate in any way, but the ribbed
bodice accentuated and lifted her bust line so that he couldn’t help but
notice. A bare millimeter of cleavage poked out—not enough to offend
anyone’s sensibilities in this day and age, but enough to pique his interest,
to make him wonder what they would look like without the black cloth shielding
them from his view.
    He
took out her resume, reviewed it. “You certainly appear to be very qualified
for this position, Ms. Moore. Your credentials and experience are actually
quite impressive.”
    She
smiled, but there was a flash of nerves in her eyes that made him pause.
    “Thank
you. I would be more than happy to assist you in maintaining and expanding your
company.”
    “Indeed.”
Leaning forward, he began to ask the usual questions they asked all interview
applicants while mixing in some of his own. She remained poised and confident,
the hint of nerves still in her eyes but nearly outshone by that determination.
He decided to dismiss the nerves as a natural part of the interview—in
these trying times it only seemed natural someone would be nervous in an
interview, that they would misstep and lose the chance for the job. The
determination was what overrode her fear so that it didn’t show in her posture,
tone, or the way she answered his questions.
    “Thank
you very much,” he said when it was over. “Do you have any questions for me?”
    She
asked a few things about benefits, company protocol, etc., and then charged
right in. “How long should I expect to wait to hear back on this position?”
    He
smiled. “You’re hired.”
    Her
jaw dropped. “I am?” She seemed to realize her reaction and modulated her voice
and expression. “Not that I am not grateful… but don’t you have other
applicants to consider first? I would want to ensure you are making the best
choice for the company, after all.”
    “I
assure you that I am. I’d already made up my mind the moment you fixed eyes on
me. I’d already looked at your resume before you arrived and knew you met the
qualifications. Your determination is what impresses me. I’ve no doubt you will
do whatever it takes to have and keep this job, and to assist me in any way
required.”
    “Absolutely.”
The nerves were gone from her eyes, replaced with a joy bordering on glee. Her lips stretched into a grin that told him she would be
breaking into song and dance were he not in the room.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Stone. When do I begin?”
    “Tomorrow.
I want you here at 8:30 A.M. My retiring assistant, Jada ,
will show you the ropes.” He rose,