Free His Secret Request: Billionaire Secrets - Book Three by Drew Sinclair Page A

the meat fell down into his lap.
    "Shit." The expletive escaped her.
    He looked down at his lap where the piece of meat lay, the stain of the sauce already spreading into the fabric of his trousers.
    "That's not good." He said. "You told me you knew how to use those and now look what's happened."
    "I'm so sorry."
    "Don’t be sorry. Make it better. It's a mess and it needs to be cleaned up."
    "But how…"
    He looked at her sternly.
    "First get rid of the meat."
    She reached in carefully to slowly pinch the sliver of beef firmly between the slim ends of the ornate chopsticks without catching hold of anything else down there.
    She placed it onto the plate in front of him.
    "Is that better?" She asked.
    He shook his head.
    "What about these pants Ms. Falstaff? This mini-disaster requires water or that mark will never come out. Surely I'm not the only person left in the world who understands fabric stains." He said, toying with her.
    Quicksand. She thought. Just do it. Think later.
    She took a linen napkin, dipped it into a crystal glass filled with water and then held it over his lap.
    "The longer you leave it, the worse it gets." He said.
    She pressed the napkin to his pants and began to slowly move it down the length of the stain.
    "You'll need to be a little more decisive than that." He said.
    "Decisive. Okay."
    She began to rub harder, obscene images flooding through her mind.
    She wanted him.
    She wanted to see what was under there, trapped inside.
    She wanted take him in hand, make him as hot and filled with desire for her as she was for him and then watch him spill it all over himself like a little bitch, under her control, playing the game by her rules only.
    He might be manipulating the situation now, but every little game he played, every nuance and request was telling her more about him and revealing to her the power she had over him that he would never admit she had.
    This was a new game for her but she was good with games and the rules were slowly becoming clear to her. No guy had ever taken her down at video gaming, she was a master of that world, and real life games, it seemed, weren't that different. Find your opponent's weakness and then milk it until he drops.
    You're just a guy Mayweather. Underneath it all you're just like all those nerds at MIT and I've yet to be outgunned by one of you yet.
    She moved the napkin a shade higher, a little more in to center and sure enough, there it was. Rock hard. Her hand stopped, surprised at the change in texture and she lifted her eyes up to his.
    He looked back without a word.
    "I'm sorry." He said. "Go take your shower. And don’t be long. This is still my evening."
    Suzy drew back her hand, dropped the napkin and then stood up. The movement made her realize how very, very wet she had become.
    He was hard and she was wet.
    Fuck. What the hell is really going on here? She thought.
    "I'm sorry." She said quickly. "Where's the shower?"
    "Damn it." He hissed. "I'll take you. It's that way." He indicated the door and she turned hesitantly.
    "Go on." He said. "I'll follow you." He sounded uncharacteristically frustrated.
    Suzy smiled quietly without him seeing. It was working. Candy had given her good advice. Don’t fight it, go with it and then just slowly, slowly you'll find yourself on the other side or better yet, what Candy didn’t believe was possible, she would find herself coming out on top and show this asshole - this incredibly sexy, irresistible asshole - who he was dealing with.
    Boys versus girls. No contest Mayweather; girls always win, you just don't know it yet.
    When they got to the door he seemed to have recovered himself and opened it for her.
    "Follow me." He said and then took her hand. Again it felt warm, protective and strong. That man was back again, the one who could protect her from anything, the one who was promising to give her and Nadia their old life back.
    Girls always win but this girl will follow you anywhere. She thought. It sounded