On His Orders (The Billionaire's Way 1)

Now that I am gone from the table, I wonder what Mr. Peak and Sir Gerald must be discussing? Surely, they know one is trying to gain an advantage over the other. Then it occurs to me, don’t these men have enough money? Don’t they have enough power? Perhaps that is the secret to these Alpha lions - enough is never enough. Dominance is in their blood.

I finish my bath and insert myself in the most luxurious robe that my flesh has ever felt. Oh, I want to steal this robe so badly. It feels like I’ve been stuffed into the belly of a rabbit. As, I slip my feet into the equally cozy matching pair of slippers, I hear a knock on my bedroom door.

I skip over to the door and open it. Sir Gerald stands there with his right hand over his eyes. “I hope you are decent,” the Aussie billionaire says innocently.

“I am somewhat indecent,” I tell him.

He playfully takes a peek between his fingers and laughs.

Alright, I am f**king charmed by this guy. The man’s wild hair, beard and devilish smile is really starting to win me over.

Sir Gerald walks inside my suite with something behind his back.

“Forgive me but I forgot one of the seminal traditions given to visitors of the Hawaiian Islands,” the Aussie billionaire says. The man pulls out a colorful lei necklace and places it around my neck.

We both laugh.

Sir Gerald takes his fingers and begins to play with the flowers on the necklace. Then his fingers start to rub against the robe. As much as I am turned on by this sturdy mountain of a man, my loyalty belongs entirely to Mr. Peak.

I ever so gently move backwards. This doesn’t stop the rugged Aussie. He gives me a wide grin and says, “You are a new as**sociate to Mr. Peak. And any young girl would rightly be impressed by his wealth, his power and his charm. Of course my wealth and power exceeds his. Plus, I would like to think of myself as being a bit more charming.”

Now it’s my chance to play my hand. “Perhaps you are only interested in me because I am the one possession of Mr. Peak’s which you can’t have for yourself.”

The Aussie’s massive chest begins to heave. It turns me on but it also makes me take another step backwards. Billionaires, apparently, don’t like to have their abilities questioned when it comes to money, power and women.

Sir Gerald’s blue eyes blaze like fire. “I can buy your boss many times over. At any moment, I can break his fund the way a bear breaks the back of a lion. I own more gold than any other single human being on the planet. I own mines in Mexico, South Africa, Zambia, Australia, Russia, America, and Canada. Soon I will be adding more countries to that list. What does your Mr. Peak own? A couple of mines in Canada, Mexico and Bolivia? Ha! I owned mines in three countries when I was just 24.”

“Well, some lucky girls get gold. It sounds like the special lady in your life will get her own gold mine.”

Sir Gerald moves in closer. He wraps his strong arms around me. “There are many women who compete for that title. You are one of the few who seems, well, reluctant.”

“My relationship with Mr. Peak is rather complicated.”

“Well, it is about to become even more so,” the Aussie tycoon says as he leans down and kisses me on the mouth. I can feel that sting from my boss’s horsewhip.If I f**k Sir Gerald, then there will be consequences.

My body pushes itself away while my mind is in complete conflict. This man is wealthier, more brash and possibly crazier than my Mr. Peak. Where do my loyalties lie?

The Aussie seems to be both aggravated and enticed by my resistance.

My feet take little steps back until my spine is right up against the wall. Strangely, Sir Gerald moves away and walks towards one of the large chairs. He pulls the chair about five feet in front of me and sits himself down. “You are quite a slippery little girl. I like that. Or perhaps you are a little shy.”

I look down at the floor. He sighs.

“So young and so inexperienced,” he says to me. “Look me in my eyes,” he orders. “Your young face is so beautiful. So pure. I wish I could acquire you.”

“Just like some new gold mine in South America or Asia,” I joke.

Sir Gerald’s face is red. As his breath gets heavy, he says to me, “You are not some ordinary gold mine in South America or Asia. You are the motherlode of young sexuality. The last time I was this aroused was last night.”

“So you conquer different girls nightly? Oh lucky me,” I say as I roll my eyes.

“No,” Sir Gerald says, looking at me like a piece of meat. “Last night I visited the site of my next gold acquisition. I thought money and power were the only things that could bring me excitement anymore. But as soon as I laid my eyes on you, a fire inside of me has sparked.”