Free At the Billionaire's Beck and Call by Aurora Dupree Page A

massive theater room that needed vacuuming, as well as the upstairs bathrooms, of which there were six.
    There was no sign of Mr. Blackwell, but this wasn't unusual. She rarely saw her employer, who spent a lot of the time in his office or out at meetings. Not that she blamed him. The life of a billionaire, especially a self-made one like Remington Blackwell, was busy, and there was little time to socialize with the help. But she could have used somebody to talk to.
    Although she tried to keep it together, Melinda couldn't stop the tears from coming as she dusted the kitchen counter, made sure the priceless art on the walls were hung properly, and mopped the floor. Soon she was sobbing openly, running the sink to mask the sounds of her misery.
    Pull it together, Melinda , she thought. You've got a job to do. You're not getting paid to cry .
    She continued to scrub the floor, sighing out loud when she realized just how much more she had to do today. Then, all of a sudden, she heard someone coming down the staircase.
    Mortified, she struggled to pull herself together, straightening her apron, wiping her face. Remington Blackwell strolled into the kitchen, tall and immaculate in his custom-fit suit, looking like something out of GQ . Melinda saw him, and in her pathetic state, she felt even worse. He was too handsome and perfect. She couldn't match his gaze.
    “ Melinda,” Blackwell said, in his deep voice. “Is everything all right?”
    “ Fine, fine,” she said, wiping the last few tears from her eyes. “Just allergies I guess.”
    Blackwell nodded, rubbing his chin. He motioned to the ceiling.
    “ I don't know if you're aware, but I have cameras all over this place. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that...well, when you've got money, people try to take advantage. I swear I wasn't trying to spy on you or anything of that nature, but I couldn't help notice that you seemed very upset.”
    “ I just, uh...” Melinda started. “Well, I broke up with my boyfriend last night. I guess that has me pretty upset. Actually, scratch that. He dumped me. He's an unemployed lout, and he dumped me.”
    She had no idea why she was telling him all this, but it felt strangely cathartic. Blackwell listened to her sympathetically, nodding as she told her sob story.
    “ It sounds like you dodged a bullet there,” Blackwell said. “You know, when I was first starting out, founding my own business, I had to deal with a lot of assholes and negative people. After a while you learn to tune out all the excess noise. And besides, your physique is great. You look just like a real woman should.”
    Melinda stared at him.
    “ Are you being serious right now?”
    “ Of course,” Blackwell said, smiling, his chiseled features betraying no hint of dishonesty. “Real women have curves. If I wasn't too busy all the time to date, I'd prefer to have a wife or girlfriend who looked just like you.”
    “ Like me?”
    “ That's right.”
    Melinda studied the billionaire, wondering if she was being put on. But there was nothing deceitful in his gaze or in his voice. She felt a little thrill come over her, and decided to speak boldly.
    “ Well...if you want someone just like me...why not me?”
    “ What do you mean, Melinda?”
    “ Look,” she said, setting aside her rags on the kitchen table. “It's been a long time since I've had a good fucking. Fred didn't know how to please a woman. But I get the feeling you do. I'm going to let you do whatever you want to me. All you have to give me in return is a nice, hard fucking. That's all I want. I'll do anything you say, give you your every desire. What do you think? Interested?”
    Blackwell grinned, putting his arms over her shoulders.
    “ Most definitely,” he said. “I thought you'd never ask. Let's head over to my study.”
    “ Your study? What about the bedroom?”
    “ The bedroom is so passe, wouldn't you agree? Besides, I spend most of my time in my study. That's where I keep my