Indebted: Part 2: The Virgin & The Bad-Boy Billionaire (A BWWM Billionaire Romance) (5 page)

Vivienne slips off her heels and pulls her feet up to her side, leaning into the arm of the chair “So, tell me a little about yourself,” her peach lip gloss shimmers when she smiles. “It says here that you’re finishing your masters in business at Columbia?”

“Yes, I will be graduating this spring,” my smile feels like an over-starched shirt on my face.

“Oh, what an exciting time for you!” Her blue eyes twinkle as she cocks her head to the side and twirls her gleaming auburn hair absentmindedly. “I remember when I graduated, I was so happy to be starting a new chapter in my life. I can’t believe that was five years ago already. College is a lot of fun, isn’t it? I met my husband in college,” she reminisces.

I keep waiting for her to get into the interview, to ask me about my projects or my volunteer work.

“How about you, Kendra? Have you met anyone serious? I don’t see a ring.”

The question throws me for a loop as my eyes trail over to her over-sized sparkler weighing down her left ring finger.
Are they even allowed to ask questions like that?
I squirm in my seat, but no matter which way I sit I can’t get comfortable. Not with the seat, not with Vivienne and not with her question.

“Oh, I put you on the spot. You don’t have to answer that,” she flips her glossy hair over her shoulder. “It’s just that here at Bravark, we like to get to know potential employees,” she explains, sounding somewhat professional for the first time since I shook her hand.

“That’s alright. It’s refreshing to learn about a company that takes a genuine interest in candidates.” I hope she’ll start asking me about something less personal than my love life. It was only a couple days ago that Matthew and I starting calling ourselves a couple. It feels premature to be babbling about him to complete strangers.

“Our corporate culture is that we treat each other like family,” she presses on, “we really care about our employees lives and well-being. Not just how many hours they can clock or how many clients they land.”

I nod, starting to make sense of the differences between what I was expecting and the reality inside these walls. “That’s a rare quality in the marketplace today,” I smile. Finally, I can feel some of my tension melting as I relax into my seat.

“In order to create that sort of workplace, we tend to screen potential employees on their personalities and past-times as much as we scrutinize references and portfolios.”

“Ok, that makes sense. I’m happy that Bravark places so much emphasis on their employee morale.” I finally feel myself loosening up as I give her the first genuine smile since I walked in here. I could get used to working for a company with so much upward mobility and these perks.

“Oh yes! We certainly do.” She smiles broadly, and her white teeth glint under the lights. “So, all of that being said, let’s get on with the interview, shall we?”

I sit back up a little straighter, smoothing my hands over the wrinkles in my skirt, preparing myself for the official questions.

“Great. So, Kendra, are you seeing anyone serious right now?”

* * * *

I exit the building’s glass turnstile in a daze. That interview was nothing like what I prepared for. All of my practiced sales pitch answers were useless. From her barrage of personal questions, I didn’t get the impression that Vivienne cared about my education or experience at all. I’m certain that even asking those types questions is against labor laws.

My head is spinning like the little ballerina in a music box as I try to make sense of the last three hours at Bravark. The company would be an amazing place to get my feet wet in the world of marketing. Between the pay, the benefits and the vibrant atmosphere, it would be a dream come true. But Vivienne’s personal interrogation put me off. I’m not even sure why I sat there answering questions about my love life and my childhood. It’s just that opportunities like this one aren’t exactly kicking my door down.

The bustling streets of Manhattan can’t compete with my buzzing brain. The people rushing past me could all be mannequins on a conveyor belt with their indistinguishable features blurring past me. My ears are assaulted with a furious blaring horn and the shrill screech of tires as I step off the curb. Suddenly, a strong hand pulls me back to safety as a red SUV comes squealing to a halt in an attempt to avoid killing me.

I try turning around to thank my rescuer, but he pulls me tight against his torso. The driver screams at me so loud that I can hear every word through his rolled up windows, “you stupid bitch! Watch where the fuck you’re going!” He shakes his hands at me like he’s trying to strangle me from inside his car before deciding that I’m not worth the effort and taking off. I glance up at the Do Not Walk sign, blazing it’s message in bright red.
How did I miss that?

I pull free from my good Samaritan, finally turning around to face him, “Matthew? How did… where did you come from?” He answers my question by wrapping his arms around me and kissing me softly. Being in his arms feels like a safe space in a reckless storm. My body melts into his hard chest as his arms tighten around me, the panic in my chest floats away.

“Kendra, what are you doing?” He grabs my shoulders and gives them a shake like he’s trying to wake me up from a bad dream, his blue eyes overflowing with concern. “I’ve been calling you for a block now. If I didn’t run to catch up with you when I did… what’s going on? Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m just a bit out of it. I’ll be fine.”

“Well, come with me then. I’ll have a car come pick us up. I obviously can’t trust you to make it home safe on your own,” he kisses me quickly and pulls me back further from the curb protectively as he calls for a car. “Ok, we’re all set. Come with me, we’re meeting my driver up the block here,” he wraps his arm around me, leading the way.

“Wait, were you following me?” I still don’t understand what just happened here.

“No, not exactly. I saw you less than a block ago. I was standing at the top of the steps at the Tribecca building, and you breezed right past me. I thought you’d stop when I yelled your name, but you just kept power walking. Why are you in such a hurry anyway?”

“I’m not, I guess I was just in my own world. I didn’t hear you; I was lost in my thoughts.” He guides me to the edge of the curb like he isn’t sure that I won’t just throw myself in front of the next passing bus, and holds my hand as he opens the back door of the limo.

“Must be some deep thinking if you almost got kissed by the grill of a Land Rover. You figuring out how they get the caramel in a Caramilk bar or something?”

“No smarty,” I laugh. I snuggle into him in the backseat as the driver joins the flood of traffic, “I just had a job interview and I’m not sure how it went.”

“If you aren’t more careful walking around New York, you won’t have to worry about it,” he scolds me gently. Matthew wraps his hands around my shoulders and pulls me into his rose petal lips. Our tongues meet in a tender dance and my stress evaporates.

“I think I can make you forget all about it,” he murmurs, looking at my lips, he kisses me again before I can reply. My body tells him everything that he needs to know as I arch my back, and he slides his hand up between my open legs, under my skirt and straight up to my wet thong.

His fingers slip under the edge of my panties, hovering over my pussy. I look toward the partition between us and the driver, can he see back here? “Matthew, we can’t. What about him?” I nod my head toward the front of the car.

“We have complete privacy back here,” his finger dances around my clit and I buck my hips, pushing my pussy into his hand. “You have nothing to worry about, just enjoy yourself.”

He pulls his hand back outside my underwear and licks his finger. I groan, all I care about it feeling him pressed against me, losing myself to the pleasure of his touch.
To hell with the driver!
I tug my skirt up as Matthew frantically unbuckles his belt. Within seconds, his cock is sprung free from it’s designer fabric prison.

I start to shuffle across the seat, so I can straddle him, and I bump my head against the ceiling. “Ouch, um, that might be a problem.”

“You think so? I can’t see why.” Matthew slides down onto the limo floor and grabs my hips with his strong hands, flipping me over. He pulls me over the edge of the backseat so I’m leaning over it with my knees on the floor and my ass in the air. I twist my hips, inviting him to touch me as I writhe in anticipation, my face and breasts pressed into the seat.

The heat of his breath is grazing against my thong as he pushes his tongue up against my mound, and I lift my legs up higher so he can tease my clit from behind me. I don’t even care that my panties are a barrier between us; his tongue urgently laps against me until I can’t take anymore. I grip the edge of the back seat as my orgasm pulses through me, making me squirm and grind back against his face.

Matthew kneels behind me and hooks my panties over to the side, finally exposing my sex. He thrusts his cock into me until his body is flat against mine, pinning me to the seat. I groan at the sensation of being filled up so completely, so quickly. Laying against my back, so I’m firmly pressed against the back seat of the limo, Matthew fucks me in short, fast strokes. My pussy squeezes around him every time he pushes all the way into me, making him grunt.

He pulls his chest up from my back and grabs my hips hard, keeping me in place  as he thrusts his cock into me fast and hard. Holding me in place, he pushes deep inside my pussy and groans as he fills me with his seed and then collapses on top of me, wrapping his arms around me.

When our breathing slows, he pulls out of me, and I get my skirt pulled back down and shimmy back up onto the seat. When he joins me, he looks like he just spent hours getting ready. Not a single hair is out of place and his suit drapes perfectly from his shoulders. Matthew pulls me into him, I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating, lulling me into a blissful place between sleep and wake.

Chapter 6

Four skinny white girls are standing nervously in evening gowns. The camera closes up on the one brunette’s face, she looks concerned and perhaps a little angry. The three blond women are barely distinguishable from each other.

“One of these things just doesn’t belong here, one of these things just isn’t the same.” Matthew sings the old Sesame Street song mocking the lone brunette as he walks toward his kitchen with our wine glasses.

The camera pans to Chuck Lawson, another billionaire known for his bad boy antics. A rose twirls between his finger and thumb as he clearly enjoys dragging this out. The dramatic music rises and the models hold their breath. “I choose… “ he looks intensely just past the camera, “Elizabeth.” The young blond trembles and smiles as fat tears roll down her blush covered cheeks and collects her rose.

“Ugh, I can’t believe he picked her!” I turn away from the tv in disgust.

“I can’t believe you watch this show,” Matthew laughs and fills our glasses with the last drops of the white wine.

“Awww, c’mon. It’s not that bad.” I shoot him a look.

He raises his eyebrows at me as he makes his way back across the vast condo to our uncomfortable, but stately place on the love seat. Sitting back down with me, I watch clouds roll in over his blue eyes as he sips his wine.

“These women are so shallow. They don’t care about this guy,” he points at Chuck with his dramatically furrowed brow, smoldering for the camera. “Those types of women have no scruples or self-respect. They’ll do anything for money. I mean, they’re practically prostitutes.” The sparkle extinguishes from Matthew’s blue eyes as he frowns at the nervous women, willing to do anything—
to be anything—
for a rose.

“Trust me, I know the type,” Matthew murmurs to the last few drops of wine clinging to the bottom of his glass. I watch as a flash of anger streaks across his face like lightning across a summer night’s sky. He shakes his head, pulling himself back from his memories, smirking at the television. “But, I can tell that guy deserves what he gets,” he laughs.