On His Orders (The Billionaire's Way 1)

The car begins to slow down and make a turn into an unfamiliar place. Where is this? I look up and see a sign that says,Welcome to Santa Monica Municipal Airport. As a resident of Venice Beach, I am used to seeing the private jets fly overhead as they depart and land at this little airstrip. It’s a place where all the rich and famous keep their private jets. And I certainly never thought I would have any business being here.

The Rolls-Royce parks next to an aircraft hangar. The driver gets out and opens the door for me. I step out of the car and look at the driver. He leads me to the front of the hangar where I see Mr. Peak with his as**sistant.

The billionaire is wearing wraparound sunglasses. He looks even more imposing than yesterday. Mr. Peak is talking to his as**sistant. Then the billionaire looks right at me and motions for me to come over. I get so excited that I want to run right into his arms.

“Good morning, Sarah,” Mr. Peak says to me.

“Good morning, Sir.”

“We should be going in about ten minutes.”

“Going where?”

“We are headed to Maui.”

Maui?! I don’t even have a change of clothes. I begin to get all flustered. The as**sistant directs a couple of baggage handlers to a large private jet about a hundred yards away from us. Mr. Peak is tapping messages into his iPhone. As he focuses on his phone, he says to me, “Don’t worry about a change of clothing. All of that will be provided for you.”

I smile. It looks like we are headed on some sort of vacation. Well, all he had to do was ask. I begin to get very comfortable. Heck, I am almost playful at this point. I look up at the six-foot five billionaire and ask, “So what are we going to do in Maui?”

Mr. Peak places his right hand on my back and leads me to the jet. “We are going on a business trip. It won’t feel like one. But, trust me, I don’t fly thousands of miles out of pure recreation. This is going to be your first and last chance to prove your worth to me.”

Those final words shook me. That fleeting moment of fear is quickly diminished when Mr. Peak leads me aboard his private jet. Much to my surprise, he allows me to board first. This is his first real act of chivalry. Perhaps this is turning into a relationship of mutual respect. Yeah, right. I’m his boss. And in every respect, I am his bitch.

When I step onboard the jet, this stunning Nordic goddess of a woman welcomes me. She must be about six feet tall with platinum blonde hair and impossibly long legs. In short, this stewardess is super-model beautiful. I am jealous.She is not going to make a move on my man.

The stewardess welcomes me aboard with a wide smile. I give her a guarded nod and look around at the most opulent interior of any aircraft I have ever seen in my life. The jet is looks like it cost more than what I could possibly make in a lifetime.

Mr. Peak comes onboard. He is so tall that his head nearly touches the ceiling of the craft. He makes his way to a big, leather chair near the rear of the plane. I grab the seat right across from him. I wish I could be sitting closer.

Right when I sit down, that tall blonde stewardess serves Mr. Peak a drink. That bitch, I bet she is going to make a move on him. She is so f**king gorgeous it is starting to piss me off. Dammit. I need to calm down. After all, Mr. Peak said this is going to be a business trip.

My billionaire boss turns off his phone and focuses his concentration on his drink. However, he doesn’t place the glass towards his lips. “May I serve you a drink?” the tall stewardess asks me.

“I’ll have a Rum & Coke.”

“Very Good.”

Mr. Peak looks over at me and smiles. “So is this your first time in a private aircraft?”

“Yes. It’s impressive.”

“It’s one of my small ones. I want to land close to Gerald Lovell’s Estate.”

Oh my God. One of his small planes. Wait a minute, who is Gerald Lovell?! Is that someone I should know.

“Um, who is Gerald Lovell?” I ask.

That question elicits a little laugh from Mr. Peak. “Well, you certainly are new to the game. That’s good. Gerald Lovell is the largest private owner of gold mines in the world. He is the seventh wealthiest man on the planet. His wealth exceeds mine by a factor of ten.”

I almost lose my breath. We’re going to Maui to meet a billionaire ten times richer than Mr. Peak!

The stewardess comes back with my drink. Mr. Peak raises his glass in a toast. “When we take off, thousands of people on the Westside of LA will see this private jet fly off into the skies over the Pacific Ocean. They will wonder who is in that plane? Where are they going? So a toast to us. We are up here while everyone is down there.”