Free For His Pleasure (Dominated By The Billionaire) by Adriana Hunter Page A

up. “Ah. I see you’ve forgotten my own coffee, so
I’ll make do with this. You can go back to your post up front, Ms.
Hewitt.”
    Katherine balled her hands into fists, but
she was still new here and she couldn’t risk speaking out and
losing her job. Prepared to walk off without her coffee, her head
shot up in surprise as Mark spoke.
    “Mr. Harrison, you know full well you never
ordered any coffee this morning, which is why Ms. Hewitt did not
bring any for you. You always complain about the inferiority of the
Starbucks brand and blend your own at home, which is in the thermos
you’ve left out on the table over there.” Mark pointed to where it
sat next to the portfolio case Dave was always carrying around, and
though his tone was mild there was a hint of steel in it that had
Dave’s spine stiffening and a line of sweat breaking out over his
pale forehead. “Please don’t play games during office hours, and
give Ms. Hewitt her coffee back.”
    “O-Of course,” Dave stammered, his eyes wide
with shock. He turned and handed Katherine her macchiato.
“Apologies, Ms. Hewitt. It was my mistake.” The resentment flashing
in those pale eyes told her it was no such thing, and they both
knew it. As it was, she gave him a small smirk that didn’t even
come close to the tap dance of joy her heart was performing, and
took the drink from him.
    “Thank you,” she told Dave, and then looked
past him to Mark, who was watching them both. “Good morning,
sir.”
    She turned and left the room, and a tingle
went up her spine as she felt Mark’s eyes on her the entire way out
the door.
     
    ****
     
    Mark watched the subtle sway of Katherine’s
hips as she walked out the door, fancy drink in hand. She really
wasn’t much of a looker at first glance—she wore the same black
pencil skirts, white blouses and low-heeled pumps every day, and
her brown hair, while glossy, was always pulled back into a
no-nonsense bun. Her make-up was always professionally done, but
low key, the buttons on her blouses were always completely done up
so as to show not a hint of cleavage, and she always wore pantyhose
over those legs of hers despite the sweltering heat that was
summer.
    She was always very quiet, very unassuming,
and wouldn’t look him in the eye if she could help it. Their
conversations were always very brief, and she never tried to engage
him in small talk. If it weren’t for the surreptitious glances she
would send his way when she thought he wasn’t looking, he would
swear she swung the other way. But he suspected she was exactly
what she appeared to be—shy, quiet, unassuming. A wallflower that
preferred to duck her head and avoid him rather than raise it like
many other women did and flirt shamelessly with him.
    He was between women right now, the last one
having become far too clingy, and normally he wouldn’t have given
Katherine a second glance. He liked his women to be sexy and
outgoing, to know what they wanted and not be afraid to ask for it.
But he was also a Dom, and he sensed that she was a natural
submissive, albeit one who was inexperienced with men. His
practiced eye eventually saw past the drab exterior and to the
exquisite figure beneath that she downplayed, and his instincts
told him that the right man could not only bring out her external
beauty, but awaken her sexually as well.
    He’d seen those fists of hers bunch when
Dave had tried to steal her coffee as punishment for drawing his
attentions. He glanced sideways at his assistant now, who was busy
setting up the projector. He knew perfectly well about Dave’s
feelings for him and his proclivity for jealousy towards the women
he brought around, but that was just too bad. He wasn’t sexually
attracted to men, and if he had been he suspected Dave wouldn’t be
his type anyway. If it weren’t for the fact that Dave was the best
assistant he’d had in his ten years as CEO of Empire Creations he
would have gotten rid of him—it didn’t pay to have an