Free My Billionaire Master: Indebted To Him (Part One) (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novelette) by Delilah Gardner Page A
Authors: Delilah Gardner
brewing coffee, answering e-mails, and directing calls. Taking a deep breath, she shimmied with hopes that her skirt would settle and went for it.
C onfidently striding through the massive double doors, her long brunette curls bounced against the middle of her back. She would have gone for a side-swept hairstyle but thought the curls said, strong, confident, and sassy. Confidence was currently needed, especially for them to ignore her twenty minutes of lateness.
She moved toward a bored security guard watching TV at the front desk, volume turned down low to nearly inaudible, and said “Hi. I’m Cassidy Fearn. I have an appointment today with a Mr. Jasper?”
Trying out her biggest and friendliest smile, she stuck out her hand for the man to shake. He gave neither grin nor hand a glance. She shoved her hand quickly down as a small blush bloomed on her cheeks.
“ You’re scheduled for nine o’clock. It’s 9:23.” The guard looked at his computer screen to confirm and then turned back to the black and white TV before droning out, “Mr. Jasper doesn’t generally take late appointments, Miss…Fearn.”
The black and white relic reminded her of childhood days when her parents were still together. She hadn’t seen a black and white TV since she was a little kid. Everything seemed easier, more secure, and less stressful. Prepared to do whatever necessary, she tried to take a deep breath in her too-tight sable suit without popping a seam.
Scrambling to keep her interview, she blurted out, “I know I’m a little late. City traffic…right?”
Resisting the urge to squirm impatiently, she added, “Is there some place I can sign in? I’m sure he’ll see me.”
The guard grunted and pointed at a sign-in sheet already covered in scribbled signatures. Cassidy added her name to the immense list, mentally groaning as her heart sank. Now that she wasn’t hurrying, she had a chance to look around. Realizing there wasn’t any seating, she nervously asked, “Um, is there somewhere I can wait?”
“ Take the elevator to the eleventh floor. If he’ll see you, it’ll be there.”
“ Great. Thanks so much,” Cassidy mumbled, striving for politeness in the face of his boredom. When he offered no response, she quickly turned to the bank of elevators.
After growling her suit into place, she groaned aloud when the first step sent it roaming up her thighs again. She exited on the eleventh floor, wandered around a long hall, and found an opened glass double door with a room beyond.
Needing to pull her roaming skirt back down, she slipped inside and hoped no one was watching. Somewhat resembling a lobby, it was covered in obscure artifacts and decorated in rich tapestries reminiscent of something out of Lawrence of Arabia .
A portrait, huge solid wood that shimmered with polish, of a young man with imposing crystal blue eyes and a mane of dark hair hung on the wall behind an empty desk. A little plaque underneath read Alfred A. Bertram, CEO Bertram Industries .
More than just the CEO of Bertram Industries from what she’d heard, Alfie Bertram successfully ran numerous companies. A thirty-two year old billionaire with striking features, he was a bachelor rumored to be reclusive, and a little bit crazy. He couldn’t seem to breathe without the local news reporting something about his behavior. Studying his portrait, she shivered at the oddly compelling handsome portrait while thinking I can see why everyone wants to capture his attention.
Cassidy shrugged and moved on but a tiny porcelain vase caught her attention. Glimmering a beautiful gold despite the lack of natural light, Cassidy reached out to touch it even though she knew she shouldn’t. She tentatively caressed the smooth side with her index finger, thinking, this one little item probably cost more than my entire college education .
“ Miss Fearn,” a voice announced drolly from behind her.
C onfidently striding through the massive double doors, her long brunette curls bounced against the middle of her back. She would have gone for a side-swept hairstyle but thought the curls said, strong, confident, and sassy. Confidence was currently needed, especially for them to ignore her twenty minutes of lateness.
She moved toward a bored security guard watching TV at the front desk, volume turned down low to nearly inaudible, and said “Hi. I’m Cassidy Fearn. I have an appointment today with a Mr. Jasper?”
Trying out her biggest and friendliest smile, she stuck out her hand for the man to shake. He gave neither grin nor hand a glance. She shoved her hand quickly down as a small blush bloomed on her cheeks.
“ You’re scheduled for nine o’clock. It’s 9:23.” The guard looked at his computer screen to confirm and then turned back to the black and white TV before droning out, “Mr. Jasper doesn’t generally take late appointments, Miss…Fearn.”
The black and white relic reminded her of childhood days when her parents were still together. She hadn’t seen a black and white TV since she was a little kid. Everything seemed easier, more secure, and less stressful. Prepared to do whatever necessary, she tried to take a deep breath in her too-tight sable suit without popping a seam.
Scrambling to keep her interview, she blurted out, “I know I’m a little late. City traffic…right?”
Resisting the urge to squirm impatiently, she added, “Is there some place I can sign in? I’m sure he’ll see me.”
The guard grunted and pointed at a sign-in sheet already covered in scribbled signatures. Cassidy added her name to the immense list, mentally groaning as her heart sank. Now that she wasn’t hurrying, she had a chance to look around. Realizing there wasn’t any seating, she nervously asked, “Um, is there somewhere I can wait?”
“ Take the elevator to the eleventh floor. If he’ll see you, it’ll be there.”
“ Great. Thanks so much,” Cassidy mumbled, striving for politeness in the face of his boredom. When he offered no response, she quickly turned to the bank of elevators.
After growling her suit into place, she groaned aloud when the first step sent it roaming up her thighs again. She exited on the eleventh floor, wandered around a long hall, and found an opened glass double door with a room beyond.
Needing to pull her roaming skirt back down, she slipped inside and hoped no one was watching. Somewhat resembling a lobby, it was covered in obscure artifacts and decorated in rich tapestries reminiscent of something out of Lawrence of Arabia .
A portrait, huge solid wood that shimmered with polish, of a young man with imposing crystal blue eyes and a mane of dark hair hung on the wall behind an empty desk. A little plaque underneath read Alfred A. Bertram, CEO Bertram Industries .
More than just the CEO of Bertram Industries from what she’d heard, Alfie Bertram successfully ran numerous companies. A thirty-two year old billionaire with striking features, he was a bachelor rumored to be reclusive, and a little bit crazy. He couldn’t seem to breathe without the local news reporting something about his behavior. Studying his portrait, she shivered at the oddly compelling handsome portrait while thinking I can see why everyone wants to capture his attention.
Cassidy shrugged and moved on but a tiny porcelain vase caught her attention. Glimmering a beautiful gold despite the lack of natural light, Cassidy reached out to touch it even though she knew she shouldn’t. She tentatively caressed the smooth side with her index finger, thinking, this one little item probably cost more than my entire college education .
“ Miss Fearn,” a voice announced drolly from behind her.
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