The Billionaire's Valentine Vixen

As much as my dick wants what he wants, I’d be hard fucking pressed to make room for a woman in my life right now. If my workload wasn’t enough, with Linnie I’m so fucking far over my head with my life’s responsibilities I could never give enough of myself to be what she would deserve.

If I wanted a woman, I could find one. But, I haven’t wanted one for a long time.

Until now.

I shake my head releasing a long breath, looking at the tiny warlord sitting on the step, giving me a crooked grin as my phone rings and I draw it from my pocket.

“Why don’t you two get to know each other a little more? I have to take this.” As I step into the hallway, my stomach sinks. There’s tightness in my throat knowing she’s going to be out of my sight.

“Hey, Doug,” I answer.

“What’s the story? I’ve changed our flight plan twice, they’re going to bump us if you don’t get here soon. The weather’s slowing down arrivals and departures and they can’t hold a spot for us much longer.” Doug’s voice is tight. He’s been my private pilot for about five years and outside of Martel, one of my few personal friends.

“Sorry, should be on my way in a few minutes. Bump us back another hour, that should give me plenty of time to finish here and get to you.”

“You get things figured out? Someone there to watch Linnie?”

“Yeah. A friend of Martel’s.”

“Alright. I’ll go let them know we’ll be wheels up in an hour. They’ll get the plane de-iced and ready to go when you get in your seat. There’s gold waiting.”

“Yeah. I know.”

Suddenly gold doesn’t seem to be all that important, but making this deal happen isn’t just for me. If I can get this contract signed, I’ll be giving a huge tract of sacred land back to a tribe of indigenous Goorie people, aboriginal Australians that were chased off by the fuckers that I’m buying it from.

Not that my own family is completely innocent in that regard. I plan to also give them the land I own that neighbors the tract I’m buying, but if I move too quickly on that I might tip off the vendor to the reason for the sale and they might refuse simply out of spite.

I don’t care about the money, my father would be turning over in his grave if he knew, but I have more than enough money. But if I bail, they’re going to completely lose any possibility of returning to their land and for some reason, that’s become even more important to me than winning this deal.

Something’s started to change in me since I took on guardianship of Linnie, and the stranger thing is, since Alice walked in that door less than ten minutes ago, something else inside me feels like it’s changing and it’s not just that my hibernating dick has decided to wake up and roar.

“Roan?” The sound of my name coming from Alice cloaks me with a warmth I can’t remember feeling before now. Even with Linnie.

She stands there with her arms crossed over her chest, her skin calling for my mark as I stare at lips that were born to be kissed. A second later, Linnie is there by her side, a sparkle in her usually woeful brown eyes making my heart skip a beat.

“Yes?”

“Anything else you’d like to tell me before I take Linnie upstairs? She’s going to show me her room and I’m going to give her a bath.”

There’s so much I want to tell you. So much I want to show you…

“You can take the room next to Linnie’s. It’s a full suite with your own bath, a sitting area, television and a small kitchenette. Linnie will show you around our wing. There’s an envelope with some cash and a prepaid Visa in the main kitchen, next to the black binder by the security panel, just in case. You can do some online shopping with Linnie if she wants, get yourself something as well. The binder will tell you more about the house and the monitoring system. You can call or text me anytime with questions. I’ll answer any time of the day or night.”

“He works all the time,” Linnie chides, twisting her lips. “Except when he’s with me.”

“Well, all work and no play make Roan a very dull boy.” Alice winks down at Linnie and I’m in fucking love.

How can I be in love? That’s ridiculous.

I look to see the hint of Alice’s perky tits under the enormous shirt and the distinct shape of hard nipples calling my name.

“Okay, you two. Take care of each other. I’ll be thinking of you both.” I pause for a moment. “Oh, wait. I should have your number, message me.”