Billionaire's Pursuit (Billionaire Erotic Romance, Never Never Man Series) Book 1 (9 page)

“What? No. And I can too run my business. I just happened to get the world’s most demanding client as my first customer!”

“Glad you noticed.” He smirked.

“Hah, hah. No what I’m saying to you is that you can’t expect me to just spend time with you and get nothing out of it.”

“
Ohhh
, okay, all right. I see now.” He leaned away from me and pinching his chin between his thumb and index finger, he pointed back at me. “So you’d like to receive
payment
for your escort services. Correct?”

The question slash accusation caused a lump to form in my throat. As best I could, I tried to swallow it down with a subtle, smooth motion before I answered. Tugging a strand of hair behind my ear, I cleared my airway.

“Yes. I do. I mean, so long as you think it’s fair. What do you think is reasonable?”

Clearly enjoying the turn of events, Greyson leaned back against a nearby wall. Slipping his hand into his pants pocket he nodded in my direction.

“Depends,” he said.

“On what?”

“On what your escort service involves. You know, the value proposition. Why should I buy from you?”

“What do you mean?”

Greyson shook his head.

“Now here I thought you wanted to learn how to be a successful business woman, Maddie. I’ll tell you right away that you don’t start a negotiation by asking the other party what they think your offering is worth. Know your value, Maddie, then triple it, at a minimum.”

“Well, but then you’ll know what I think I’m worth.”

“I already do, Maddie and it’s not nearly enough.”

“What? I don’t understand?”

With that, Greyson pushed himself off the wall and stood in front of me.

“Here’s how we’ll do this, Maddie,” he began. “I respect Katy and she’s put in the good word for you. So, I’m willing to pay the price you want but I’m only making
one
offer. There’s no further negotiations to be had between us. Once you name the price for all of your services, I expect that if I pay that cost, I’ll be entitled to receive those services whenever, and
wherever
, I deem appropriate. Do I make myself clear?”

I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t intimidated. I’d never negotiated a damn thing in my life and now, here I was, face-to-face with one of the toughest of all. I figured if it came down to it, I would just give him the money back. Greyson Sinclair might be a lot of things, but he seemed to value his reputation above almost anything else.

I couldn’t imagine that if I turned him down and offered him the money back he’d be anything but gracious about it. After all, business deals fall through all the time. Why would this be any different just because it skirted on the knife's edge of the world’s oldest profession? Having sufficiently convinced myself I’d have the final say in any changes to the arrangement, I stepped forward and extended my hand towards him.

“Okay,” I said. “Here’s my offer. You pay me double the amount of the entire quote I gave you and it has to be in my bank account first thing Monday morning or the deal is off.”

Greyson stood in utter silence, still. My hand remained extended towards his, not shaken. The seconds piled up in an awkward jumble, crashing into each other like cars on an icy interstate. I watched as his eyes traveled along the length of my body. Beginning at just below my knees, his pupils trailed their way along my thighs, up past my hips and my waist until at last they fell upon my breasts.

I found myself frozen in the moment, unable to move or do anything except hold my breath while his gaze
lingered
. My shoulder burned as I held my arm fixed and solid, directly in front of my body. After another second or two, Greyson’s eyes moved the rest of the way until they met mine.

A smirk came to his lips.

“Is that your best and final offer?” he asked.

I felt the vertebrae in the center of my spine straighten in resolve as he spoke.

“Yes,” I said, with the most businesslike nod I could muster.

The tiny cracks of the smile that had formed a moment earlier split into a full expression of satisfaction as he shook my hand. Squeezing it, he pulled me close and moved his lips to within an inch of my ear. His scent overpowered me. Fine hairs along the back of my neck stood in eager readiness. I sensed my torso begin to list towards him, desiring nothing more than to at last press into the hard physique that lay just beyond the confines of his expensive designer dress shirt.

When I’d almost neared the point of no return, a whisper from him broke the spell.

“I would have paid a hundred times more.”

MADDIE

After returning to the apartment, I intended to head straight to bed. The high I’d gotten from the ‘business deal’ I’d struck with Greyson started to dissipate as the adrenaline from the successful negotiation wore off. But, no sooner had I entered than Katy called out to me from the living room.

“Maddie,” she began. I heard her get up from the couch and begin to walk in my direction as she continued. “What in the hell happened to the microwave?”

“What?”

My roommate came into view at last.

Gesturing past me towards the kitchen, she said, “Um, the microwave? I came home tonight and the entire house smelled like a chemical fire. What happened?”

“Oh,” I said as my culinary misadventure returned to my consciousness. “Yeah, that. Well, I meant to leave a note and…”

“Leave. A. Note?” Katy asked, planting her hands on her hips. “Um, no, how about you are buying me a new microwave first thing tomorrow?”

As she finished speaking, a huge grin spread across my face.

“What the hell are you smiling at? I’m seriously pissed at you right now. Where are you gonna get the money to buy me a new oven? I’m not joking about this, just so you know.”

Still smiling, I nodded in understanding. “I know you’re serious. And, I am sorry. I will buy you a new one. I promise.”

Katy looked at me as if she were picking me out of a police lineup. She narrowed her eyelids in suspicion.

“Hang on a second. How come you’re not worried about money all of a sudden?”

I felt my cheeks tighten as a huge smile came to my face.

“Maddie… What?”

With that, I spent the next ten minutes or so recounting the tale of my negotiations with Greyson. Katy listened intently until, when I’d neared the end, she raised her hand to her chin.

“Wait, so he is paying you to be his…
escort?
”

“Well, yeah, but it’s not like that. Really. We shook on it.”

“You
shook
on it? You shook on what with Greyson Sinclair,
exactly
?”

“Well that he would pay me double the amount of the entire job quote I gave him and, and,
and…
he would have to deposit it in my bank account by Monday morning or the deal is off.”

“All right,” she said as she rolled her hand in a circle, encouraging me to outline the remaining details of the arrangement. “In exchange for?”

“My escort services?” I added, with an uncertain whimper.

Katy blinked at me but didn’t speak. A sickening awareness came to me as she looked at me in silence.

“So you really think that he thinks that I… that he… that we? For money?”

Katy pursed her lips. With a nod of her head she said, “Well. If it walks like a duck…”

I groaned at the implication. Feeling like a fool, I placed my forearms on the kitchen counter and rested my forehead on top of them.

Katy walked around behind me. Rubbing my back, she said, “No, no, honey. You don’t understand. I’m not saying that’s such a terrible thing.”

I lifted my head and looked at her, incredulous.

“What!?” I exclaimed. “Have you lost your mind or are you so desperate for a new microwave that you’d put me out on any street corner to get it?”

“Well, no. Of course, not. I’d never do that.”

Relieved, I shook my head. “Good.”

“I wouldn’t put you on
any
street corner. Greyson’s? Yes.”

“Katy!”

“Oh Maddie, you know I’m only teasing you,” she said with a smirk. “The point I was trying to make is how many times in your life have you given it up to a guy for less? And by less, I mean,
way less.
For nothing at all.”

“Yeah, I know. But that’s different. I had
feelings
in those situations. This is not like that.”

“Not yet,” she said with rising tone in her voice.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, nothing right now. All I’m saying is you never know what this could turn into if you just give it a chance.”

I scoffed. “Okay, but you’re making me feel like that’s not what’s happening here. On the one hand, you’re saying I’m pretty much a whore and then on the other, you’re suggesting that there's the potential for us to have a relationship? I am totally confused right now.”

“Well, like I said, it’s not happening
yet
,” she said. “In fact, there’s no way to know for sure without taking the risk.”

I threw my arms skyward in frustration. “You are talking crazy, Katy. Why in the world would Greyson Sinclair be interested in me? He can have any woman he wants.”

Katy paused for a moment. Nodding, she pointed her index finger in my direction and said, “Well, has he asked you to find him any other escorts?”

“No,” I replied. “In fact, I only managed to get one for him, which he hated. He tore up her picture and stepped on it in the floor of his limousine.”

Katy laughed. “There you go.”

“Where do I go, Katy? What does that prove?”

“Maddie, Greyson is communicating to you in his own way that he wants to spend time with you.”

“I’m so confused. If that’s true, why not just tell me that?”

“Simple.”

“It is?”

“Sure. If he asks you out and you say no,
you
win. But if he pays you and you say no, then it’s just a business deal that didn't work out. He doesn’t lose.”

“But, that’s not what happened.”

“Right, so you’re both getting what you want, for now.”

“For now?”

“Yes, you get the money you need and he gets the opportunity he wants. To use some biz jargon, it’s a win-win deal.”

I felt my shoulders slump. Not that I thought there was any real truth to Katy’s interpretation of this situation, but if there was, did I want to start a ‘relationship’ like this? It sure didn’t seem romantic. Not in the least.

I exhaled. “So, you’re suggesting I just go along with whatever he wants to do with me? To me?”

“No. But, this is Greyson
freaking
Sinclair we are talking about here. He’s only one of the most intimidating, powerful, sexy, rich, insert whatever adjective you want, men on Earth and he’s paying you to spend time with him! Maddie, wake up!”

“Ugh,” I groaned as I looked up to the ceiling. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’m going to bed.”

“Okay,” Katy said, as I began to walk down the hallway towards my room. “But Maddie…”

Stopping mid-stride, I did a half-turn back towards Katy. “What?”

“Look at it this way. What’s the worst that can happen? So long as you keep it professional, like Greyson does, you’ll have a great time. After all you've been through, don’t you at least deserve that much?”

“I don’t know. I guess so. I’m just sick of screwing up.”

A soft smile lit Katy’s face. “I know sweetie. You won’t. Try not to worry about it.”

“I won’t. I just want to do my best.”

She walked up next to me. Hooking her arm inside mine, she started to walk down the hallway with me towards our rooms.

“You better,” she began. “Besides, how the hell else are you supposed to buy me a new microwave?”

MADDIE

As the second day of Greyson’s meetings drew to a close, I sat in the limousine outside the studio offices and waited for him. We had dinner plans for the evening and with the promise of a fresh infusion of cash only a couple of days away, I spent the afternoon picking up some things to wear for the remainder of his stay. At least now I wouldn't be a complete embarrassment to him when we went out in the evenings.

Tonight I’d settled on a cute black jumpsuit with a plunging neck line and flowing pant legs. I accented it with a sexy metallic shrug, which was not only comfortable but hugged my curves in just the right spots. I’d opted to wear my hair up, mostly at Katy's insistence, but after I’d completed the ensemble, I had to admit she was right.