Free My Billionaire Master: Indebted To Him (Part One) (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novelette) by Delilah Gardner Page B
Authors: Delilah Gardner
Cassidy jumped and almost twisted her ankle in her 5-inch pumps. Her skirt slid up her thigh another notch but she resisted pulling it down in front of him. Instead, she pivoted around, thankful he’d waited until she was finished with her caress before scaring her. A stern man in a suit appearing hand-stitched onto his body stared back at her. With a face completely blank of expression despite Elvin ears, his mouth was curled up in the corner like he was on the verge of a perpetual grin.
She smiled and said, “Yes, hi, that’s me. Cassidy Fearn.”
Without changing his expression, he sternly told her, “You’re over a half-hour late, Miss Fearn.”
She realized this had to be Mr. Jasper. She had pictured him as a jolly man with passion and enthusiasm but most importantly…patience. Trying to contain a wince, she explained, “I know. I’m so sorry, my lights went off last night and traffic is a bi…um…difficult. I got kind of lost up here.”
If possible, his blank stare deepened as he informed her, “We take punctuality very seriously here at Bertram Industries.”
She grimaced and rushed to assure him, “I get that…I really do. I am so sorry. It won’t happen again…sir.”
“ No, it won’t, Miss Fearn. We won’t be requiring your services. Please escort yourself out.” He turned on his heel without so much as a blink while her mouth was still gaping and disappeared around the corner from whence he came.
Oh…no! This cannot be happening!
Cassidy wasn’t sure if she was more stunned at her reality check or angered at the unfairness of life. Disappointment over losing the first job interview she’d gotten in six months from having overslept hadn’t completely registered yet.
Taking a deep breath, she worked on rallying herself and holding back threatening tears. Numbly pushing the hem of her skirt back down, she nodded while thinking it’s okay. Just have to make sure you set your phone next time.
She should have brought sneakers, at least then she wouldn’t have to wobble all the way back to the bus stop. Flexing her foot, she shoved it back into her heel and pulled at the hem of her skirt again. Deep in thought and cursing her luck, she didn’t see anyone enter the room.
A deep baritone asked from somewhere over her shoulder, “Are you all right?”
Cassidy jumped and let out a yelp. Tripping on her own shoes, she flailed and stumbled backward into a row of sculptures, tiny figurines, and the little vase she’d admired so much earlier. Everything bounced harmlessly to the floor. Everything except the vase of course, which cracked into a thousand, shimmering, tiny shards of glass.
Stunned, Cassidy dumbly thought, Huh. It wasn’t porcelain after all. Imagine that.
Sh e moaned in horror, “Oh, shit!”
The man, which she instantaneously realized was Alfie Bertram, winced. Thinking it couldn’t get any worse, Cassidy mindlessly pleaded, “Tell me that wasn’t as expensive as it looked.” He winced harder, perfect dark brows drawing together and his gorgeous full lips curling down into a moue of displeasure.
She frantically asked, “It was a duplicate right? A fake? A fun little thing you picked up at the fair and haven’t bothered to throw out?” Her hand fluttered out to him before she jerked it back, “You know the ones that look expensive but are just for show…?”
Alfie? Alfred? Mr. Bertram?
She wasn’t sure what to call him. He silently shook his great mane of wavy black locks in a look that definitely said No, little girl, that vase really did cost more than your life is worth .
Fuck.
“ I’m so sorry. I’m so very sorry…um…I’ll work it off! Whatever you need me to do.”
Scrambling to her feet sent her skirt hiking in every direction. She carefully backed away. Rolling her hips to control the skirt and attempting to avoid knocking anything else down, she tried to
She smiled and said, “Yes, hi, that’s me. Cassidy Fearn.”
Without changing his expression, he sternly told her, “You’re over a half-hour late, Miss Fearn.”
She realized this had to be Mr. Jasper. She had pictured him as a jolly man with passion and enthusiasm but most importantly…patience. Trying to contain a wince, she explained, “I know. I’m so sorry, my lights went off last night and traffic is a bi…um…difficult. I got kind of lost up here.”
If possible, his blank stare deepened as he informed her, “We take punctuality very seriously here at Bertram Industries.”
She grimaced and rushed to assure him, “I get that…I really do. I am so sorry. It won’t happen again…sir.”
“ No, it won’t, Miss Fearn. We won’t be requiring your services. Please escort yourself out.” He turned on his heel without so much as a blink while her mouth was still gaping and disappeared around the corner from whence he came.
Oh…no! This cannot be happening!
Cassidy wasn’t sure if she was more stunned at her reality check or angered at the unfairness of life. Disappointment over losing the first job interview she’d gotten in six months from having overslept hadn’t completely registered yet.
Taking a deep breath, she worked on rallying herself and holding back threatening tears. Numbly pushing the hem of her skirt back down, she nodded while thinking it’s okay. Just have to make sure you set your phone next time.
She should have brought sneakers, at least then she wouldn’t have to wobble all the way back to the bus stop. Flexing her foot, she shoved it back into her heel and pulled at the hem of her skirt again. Deep in thought and cursing her luck, she didn’t see anyone enter the room.
A deep baritone asked from somewhere over her shoulder, “Are you all right?”
Cassidy jumped and let out a yelp. Tripping on her own shoes, she flailed and stumbled backward into a row of sculptures, tiny figurines, and the little vase she’d admired so much earlier. Everything bounced harmlessly to the floor. Everything except the vase of course, which cracked into a thousand, shimmering, tiny shards of glass.
Stunned, Cassidy dumbly thought, Huh. It wasn’t porcelain after all. Imagine that.
Sh e moaned in horror, “Oh, shit!”
The man, which she instantaneously realized was Alfie Bertram, winced. Thinking it couldn’t get any worse, Cassidy mindlessly pleaded, “Tell me that wasn’t as expensive as it looked.” He winced harder, perfect dark brows drawing together and his gorgeous full lips curling down into a moue of displeasure.
She frantically asked, “It was a duplicate right? A fake? A fun little thing you picked up at the fair and haven’t bothered to throw out?” Her hand fluttered out to him before she jerked it back, “You know the ones that look expensive but are just for show…?”
Alfie? Alfred? Mr. Bertram?
She wasn’t sure what to call him. He silently shook his great mane of wavy black locks in a look that definitely said No, little girl, that vase really did cost more than your life is worth .
Fuck.
“ I’m so sorry. I’m so very sorry…um…I’ll work it off! Whatever you need me to do.”
Scrambling to her feet sent her skirt hiking in every direction. She carefully backed away. Rolling her hips to control the skirt and attempting to avoid knocking anything else down, she tried to
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