The Billionaire's Pet - Forbidden Fun

What’s wrong with you? my interior voice scolds. You’re here to tell him off, Jessalyn! Don’t lose your backbone.

But when Cameron nods and holds the door open for me, I step inside like a good girl, ready to face my future.

What has my dad gotten me into?

4

Cameron

* * *

The moment my eyes landed on Jessalyn, I knew this was going to be fun. I’ve seen her around the trailer park. I don’t visit Sunrise very often, but I go enough to recognize a few people. Jessalyn stood out like a rose among the otherwise dingy surroundings.

Often, I could see how perky her breasts were under her waitress uniform and the slimness of her stomach. And those hips? God, I wanted my fingers wrapped around them as I made her scream my name. Things will be fun with the curvy girl living under my roof, and it’s why I agreed when her father called my office looking for a way out of their mess. I’m not sure what possessed Randy to think that this was a good idea, but from what I can gather, Mr. Lane doesn’t have many bright ideas to begin with.

“Good morning,” I say, stepping back into the house while holding the door open.

Jess looks at me with a shuttered expression before defiantly stepping inside. Although she’s full of fire and sass, even the curvy girl is taken aback by the beautiful surroundings. After all, I’ve spared no expense when it comes to my home. The foyer is triple-height, with vases of fresh flowers, a marble floor, and diamond-paned windows letting in filtered light.

But then she snaps back to the situation at hand.

“Well, I’m here now,” she finally says in a flat tone. “What do you want with me, Mr. Purcell?”

I ignore her rude tone.

“Please, call me Cameron, and let me show you to your suite.”

Unsurprisingly, Jessalyn is as stubborn as a mule. She puts her hands on her hips and glares at me.

“I’m not doing this, you know,” she seethes. “I came here to tell you that this is illegal, criminal, and that you should be going to jail—”

But I merely begin walking up the stairs to her room. Jessalyn’s mouth snaps shut as I leave, and then I hear her quick footfalls as she follows.

My mansion is extravagant, and I know by her soft gasps that Jessalyn’s dazzled by the interior. There are multiple rooms, and I make sure to walk slowly, letting her soak it all in. There’s an entertainment room, a private movie theater, and a library, and that’s just on the second floor. As we walk up to the third floor, where her suite is located, I gesture to the pool outside through a clear glass window.

“Make yourself at home while you’re here,” I say smoothly. “All of the amenities are for you to use.”

She gasps again, her eyes going wide. The pool looks beautiful and so tempting. The turquoise water sparkles, and there’s even a fountain in one corner, and a jacuzzi spa in the other. Like I said, I spared no expense.

We finally make it to the third floor. I walk all the way down the hall before swinging open a door.

“Here you are,” I say politely, stepping aside. “This is your suite.” Once Jessalyn enters, a slight sigh escapes her throat.

“Oh my god, it’s beautiful,” she whispers reverently.

After all, this suite is a far cry from the trailer park she came from. The walls are a bright cream color with rose gold accents. Dramatic curtains frame a gorgeous view of the lawn, and there’s a giant four-poster bed with fluffy white bedding and a mix of the same rose gold color pillows. There are nightstands on each side of the bed with identical lamps and the floor is covered in plush white carpet. Jess sets her purse down on the bed and turns to me. I begin to speak before she can say anything.

“This is your room,” I say again, before extending an arm to the closed door to my right. “And this is your private bathroom.”

Jessalyn flushes.

“I have my own bathroom?”

I look at her funny before quickly wiping the look off my face. Of course she asked me that in a voice full of disbelief. All her life, she’s lived in cramped quarters sharing a bathroom with god knows how many people. That dirty scumbag of a father, definitely.

“Yes,” I smile at her to put her at ease. “This is all yours.”

Jessalyn shakes her head and I can tell the fight’s gone out of her.

“Cameron, I don’t know what to say. This is all too…” she murmurs.

Her words fail her as she stares at the room, and I can’t help but smile at her innocence.

“Dinner is at six,” I say, heading out of the room. “You have the rest of the day to yourself. Settle in, explore the grounds, and have Mira make you some lunch.”