4
Caleb
“There,” I tell her as I end the call to Tammy, my assistant. “Your father’s debt will be gone by the end of the day.”
We’re in the Range Rover. Desiree’s at the wheel. She begged me to let her shower and get some better clothes on before we left, but I wasn’t having that. I like her the way she is. I’ve had en
ough of the Manhattan gold-diggers and their tight dresses and plastic surgery. Desiree is real, honest, and driving my dick wild.
I want to tell her to pull off the main road so I can bend her over the back seat and bury my cock inside her. The way her hair drapes over her delicate shoulders draws my eyes to her breasts. She’s braless, and her nipples are hard. I’m dying to see them…get my lips around them while I slide my hand between her legs.
“How are you doing this?” she frowns. She’s still skeptical as hell – as she should be – and before she left, she sent a text to her mom letting her know where she was going, and turned on location tracking on her phone so if I “drugged and kidnapped” her, her mom would know how to find her.
“I’d rather not say,” I reply. She still doesn’t know who I am, and I’d like to keep it that way for now. I’m feeling something for her that goes beyond the overpowering lust that’s pounding beneath my pants, and I don’t want to fuck things up by letting her know she’s driving a billionaire. She’ll understand when we get home.
“You’d rather not say…” she replies slowly as she twists her lips and wrinkles her nose. “And I’m just supposed to work for you? You could be a…a criminal. Like a mafia guy or something. Or a crooked politician.”
I laugh. “I am definitely neither of those. Although I know a fair number of politicians.”
“Well, you’re going to have to tell me,” she replies. “Or I’m not taking this job.”
“Then I’ll just call my assistant back and cancel the payment on your father’s debt.”
Desiree glances over at me and frowns again. She’s so adorable. My cock pulses with desire….
…Desiree…my only desire.
“That’s not nice,” she replies.
“Who said I’m nice?” I ask.
“You are,” she replies with confidence.
“Oh, I am? How do you know that?”
She shrugs. “I just know. But that wasn’t nice.”
We make more small talk as we head into the city. It sounds strange, but as much as I want to bury my cock inside her and watch her gorgeous face as I make her come over and over again, I’m actually enjoying just talking to her. I haven’t had this honest of an interaction with a girl in a long time. Being a billionaire can have its disadvantages.
She’s starting to loosen up when we pull up in front of the house and park. She glances at the building, then at me, then at the building again and frowns. “This is your place?”
“I dunno.” I shrug. “What would you think if it was?”
“I’d think…that you were some kind of rich guy.”
“And would that make you think differently of me if I was?” I ask. I can’t believe it, but I’m actually hanging on her next word. Jesus, what is this girl doing to me?
Desiree cocks her head to the side and thinks, then shrugs. “I dunno.”
“You dunno?” I laugh. “That’s your answer?”
“I’ve never really met any rich guys before,” she replies. “But you must be pretty well off if you’re offering me ten thousand dollars to drive you around for the month.”
Either she doesn’t care about the money, or she’s the best actress I’ve ever met.
“Come on,” I say, getting out of the car. “Come inside.”
I study her reaction as she follows me up the steps. She stiffens slightly and gasps slightly as I open the door and we step into the foyer.