Free Billionaire Alpha 1: (A Bad Boy Billionaire Novel) by Ali Parker Page B

rubbed her fingers along the diamonds as she let her stare beat into the other girl.
    "He does that to everyone."
    "Doubt it."
    Bethany turned and walked to her desk, reaching in her bag and beginning to pull out various cords. She ignored the other girl until Sadie huffed loudly and left. She was trouble, and the kind that Bethany planned to dispose of. Damon was right about one thing — the girl would scream rape from the rooftop if she thought it would get her fifteen seconds of fame. Sad, really.
     
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    Bethany checked her watch, her appointment with Damon set for later in the day. She still had twenty minutes, but hated to be late to anything. He would point it out if she wasn't early anyway. She stood up and stretched, walked down the hall and slipped into the bathroom to make sure she looked good for her meeting. After checking her teeth, she reached into her shirt and readjusted her breasts, before tugging at the material of her navy blue skirt to make sure it laid flat. Her white button down shirt made her breasts look too big, but maybe that wasn't such a bad thing, seeing that she wanted to see him squirm like he had made her do since the moment they met.
    She turned around and checked her back, a soft growl at the size of her butt. She hated it, and yet it seemed as though all of the guys on campus coveted big butts. Why, she'd never understand.
    She walked to the elevator and took it up to Damon's floor. Linda was not to be found sitting at the large desk she usually occupied. Bethany walked around the small lobby for a few minutes before pressing her ear to Damon's door.
    Nothing.
    She walked around Linda's desk and looked at the flat desk calendar that laid on the woman's perfectly clean office space. Damon had nothing before her and nothing after her. Maybe he was in his office and Linda had needed to leave. If he got angry with Bethany for coming in early, she'd just deal with it. He was going to be her brother, so whatever he threw at her would be invalid. Her excuse of wanting to be on time was more important than his tantrum over losing control of his calendar, thanks to her.
    She knocked softly on the door, no sound coming from the other side. Pressing her ear to it, she heard the soft mumble of his voice and knocked again. She thought she heard him tell her to come in, but apparently nothing could have been further from the truth.
    Being careful to open the door quietly, she slipped her head in and looked toward his desk.
    The vision of him seared into her memory. His eyes were closed and his head was back as he sat in his chair. His hand bobbed up and down, his chest rising and falling much too fast for anything he should be involved in at the office. He bit at his lip as he whispered to someone.
    Bethany wanted to shut the door, needed to close it and run. He had someone under his desk and she could only imagine what the woman was doing.
    As badly as she needed to go, her curiosity wouldn't allow her to. Her eyes moved down toward the top of the desk, and she saw a mop of blonde hair being pulled up, but only slightly. His hand was lost in someone's hair — a blonde. Linda?
    Surely not.
    He groaned softly and shifted, his hips gyrating forward as he opened his eyes, his focus on the door. A smile touched his mouth as Bethany caught his attention.
    Her heart stopped in her chest, fear freezing her in place.
    "That's it, baby. Take it all. Such a good girl, so talented to fit so much in your pretty little mouth. Suck harder, and let me fill you up."
    He never took his eyes off of Bethany, his hips lifting again as Bethany moved back from the door. A soft moan echoed from the room as she moved back, and she heard the sound of her name on his lips as he beckoned the woman kneeling in front of him to do exactly what he told her to.
    Bethany carefully shut the door, turning and pressing her back to it as she tried to catch her breath. Thankfully Linda wasn't in the lobby or embarrassment would have