My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (46 page)

“I hope you don’t mind. This is what I would order if you were not sitting here,” he said. I raised my eyebrows at him and said, “Oh really? You would order these delicate dainty finger sandwiches all on your own?”

Then he laughed, “Okay, you have caught me. It is for you, but the champagne, it is for me. Rough day at work, and I need a drink. I like to sit here and watch the people.”

I laughed and enjoyed the sudden lightheartedness that was happening between us.

“And why was it a rough day at work? What do you do, Mason?”

“I own a financial corporation, the Igene Corporation to be exact.”

Clang! My coffee spoon hit the small saucer as he said it. “The Igene Corporation? But that’s a billion dollar company known all over the world…” I said in confusion.

“Yes, it is. As I said rough day, hard to own a billion dollar company,” he said as he chugged his glass of champagne.

“So you are a billionaire then?” I asked.

“Yes.”

It was silent for a second and then I started laughing. “That’s really funny. I almost believed you for a minute. Is that what you tell all the women, you sit next to at a café?”

He stopped smiling. His jaw locked into a stern line and he did not look amused. I stopped laughing. He pulled out his leather billfold and threw a business card at me.

“Come to my office any time, if you don’t believe me,” he said.

I swallowed hard and picked up the card. It read ‘Mason Dreux Igene Corporation CEO.’ I placed it on the table. Any man could have fake cards made up, but I was not going to push it. Besides, I would not know this man for much longer, just sharing a table. Or so I thought, because what he said next was a proposition that I knew I would have trouble refusing.

“Come to my penthouse for dinner tonight. Just dinner. I have a private chef,” he said.

“I… well… I don’t know if I can.”

“Yes, you will. A car will pick you up at eight. Where should it pick you up?” he asked as he stood up and waved several hundred Euros in the air at the waiter, who happily came to grab them from Mason.

“I live in that building there,” I said pointing across the street.

“Eight o’ clock. Don’t disappoint me. No one ever disappoints me,” then he smiled again. It was a sudden soft smile and I didn’t know what to think of this man. He was sort of up and down, and a bit dominating, which I sort of liked.

“I hope you enjoy the champagne, it is from my own private vineyard.”

Then he turned and walked to a black car where a driver stood waiting to open the door for him. Then they drove away. What had just happened? That was a whirlwind of an experience and he disappeared just as quickly as he appeared. If I didn’t have witnesses and the champagne he ordered in my hand I would think that I had imagined it.

At six thirty that evening, I laid in a hot bath shaving my legs. I knew that I was getting “sex ready” and I buffed my skin soft and applied many lotions after my bath. This was wrong. I was not going to sleep with him dammit! But… just in case.

When eight rolled around I stood at my Juliet balcony looking down over the busy café and narrow alley street. I was dressed in a strappy black dress and black strappy heels with red bottoms. I felt like a temptress vamp. I wrapped a light fringed shawl over my shoulders and had my black hair loose and trailing down my back. I traded in my red lipstick for pale lips and applied lots of smoky grey eye shadow and black eyeliner. You could say a lot with the eyes, and I had a lot to say. Then I saw the black elegant car pull up and stop at the café. I closed the windows and went downstairs. Minutes later I was in the back seat of the car being taken to a stranger’s apartment. I flushed as I felt panic. Was this a smart idea?

“Alicia, I knew you could not resist a hot and delicious… meal,” Mason said as I walked into his luxurious dining room. The place was definitely impressive. He had the top two floors of an old and beautiful building that was decorated in the French style of Louie the 16
th
. It was rich and plush everywhere I looked with very ornate features and antiques. The dining table was long and set with gleaming silver candelabras as it sat near the open windows over looking the river.

“A hot meal cooked by a private chef is hard to pass up,” I said smiling as I looked at him up and down. He looked hot enough to eat as well. He wore a white button up shirt with a skinny black tie and no jacket. It was so well fitted and tailor made to his body that I could see just how fit he was. I imagined six pack abs under his shirt and lean muscles running down the sides of his body. His tight well fit black trousers left little to the imagination as well. He was long, lean, and fit. He was basically perfect. He pulled my chair out for me to be seated and then took the seat opposite from me across the long table. I was a little sad to see him so far away. Before I could say anything the chef entered, “Bonne soiree!” he said cheerfully.

He started to speak in rapid French until Mason said, “Please, Alicia here is American and does not speak French. In English please.”

The chef smiled politely, “Oh American! Excellent, welcome, welcome. Tonight you will be dining on a French Crème soup made from the freshest crème brought in today from the countryside. Followed by baked Camembert, then Blanquette de Veau, and cheese soufflé to end. Then of course this red Bordeaux from Mr. Dreux’s vineyard in the Provence Region. Please enjoy,” he said as he poured two glasses for us. “Let it breath a moment.” Then he was off into the kitchen. Mason gave me a look like he was saying, well, are you impressed?

“It all sounds delicious,” I said.

“It is. Wait until it is in your mouth. You won’t be able to get enough of it,” he smiled wickedly. I knew exactly what he meant by it too. I just gave him a look. Then something unexpected happened. The most stunning woman with green eyes and blonde hair walked in. I was shocked by her presence until I saw that she was carrying a trey with the French crème soup. She was wearing a very short and tight black mini-dress and stiletto heels. She looked very displeased with her position, or maybe that was the standard French girl bitch face. However, Mason got very quiet. She gave him an angry look and then gave me a jealous look. I knew right then that he had fucked her, or was still fucking her. It was too obvious. The audacity of this man! When the woman finally left I looked down at my soup and said, “Should I be worried that she has spit in my soup?”

Mason laughed. He was very amused. Did the rogue bring me here just to make his maid lover jealous?

“Well on any other occasion I would say yes, but our chef is watching her like a hawk. Emery is a very tenacious woman.”

“I see,” I said knowing full well he meant in bed. “I’m sure she has her reasons to be so angry,” I dug into my soup. While I was here I might as well eat the decadent rich foods and not worry about how this man was likely fucking the help. I would be leaving after dinner anyway.

“Mmmmm… you were right. It is delicious. How amazing,” I said, savoring the first bite of the rich soup with soft flavors.

“I am glad you like it,” he said smiling.

By the time we got to the dessert soufflé I was feeling very turned on by the experience. Mason was elegant and flirty and the food was savory in an almost erotic way. The portions were perfect and I felt comfortably full but not too full.

“Come,” Mason said as he held his hand out to me.

“Where’s the chef? I want to thank him for such a delightful meal,” I said as I placed my hand in his.

“He is gone, along with the rest of the staff. I always have the evenings to myself. Just the way I like it,” he smiled at me.

Shit. I knew exactly what that meant. I felt panic come over me. Was I really going to do this? He was so hot and I was so turned on by his presence and his lovely home. He was a billionaire, but he was also a bad boy that fucked anyone he wanted, including his hot maid.

“I have a test for you, and if you pass there is a reward,” he said.

MASON

When I saw her sitting at my table at the café I had been going to for years, I knew that I had to have her. It was obvious to me that she was American, and I had never put an American woman through my tests. I was immediately intrigued. I had to have her. I wanted to put her to the test. Something told me she could be the one that passed all of them. No woman had ever made it through all the tests that I had laid out for them, I was in search of the woman that could pass them almost every day. Or at least, in the amount of time my demanding career let me. I was a billionaire, though I was not always so. Now I was the head of a billion dollar finance corporation that I had built from the ground up. It gave me little time for play, so when I did play, I played hard. I needed it. It had grown into an obsession for me. Ordinary sex was something the French experienced early on, it was part of our culture, so now I needed something extraordinary to quench my thirst for the erotic. That was how I came up with the tests. I came up with the perfect system. Each test and the rewards were perfectly situated for each other, and it left every woman wanting more. I, of course, enjoyed every aspect of it. I never fell in love with any of the women, they were just sex objects to me. But none of them seemed to mind. They knew who I was, and what I wanted right from the beginning. I did not hide the fact that it was only sex. This woman, Alicia was only visiting for the summer, which made her a perfect candidate to leave romance out of it, and keep it purely sexual. The moment she said yes to allowing me to share my table that she just so happened to be occupying at the café, I knew that she would be going through the first test that very night. I knew this because I was always right. I always knew, and I never disappointed myself. I wined her and dined her and made conversation so that she got to know me. I wanted to gain her trust, but she was very observant. Her comment about the maid Emery was very correct. Emery was a woman that was my employee but we had fucked many, many times. However, she started to have feelings for me, so I had to stop. I left it up to her whether she wanted to keep her job or not. Now, she along with the rest of the staff had left my penthouse. They knew the drill. They were all to leave as soon as dessert was served. Alicia looked at me with a bit of fear in her eyes and I felt the need to calm her, even though I knew she would love what I was about to do to her, everyone woman did. “Don’t worry. It is an easy test. If you want me to stop at any time just say the word stop,” I said as I led her to the candle lit and comfortable dim sitting room.

“Okay, what is it. Then I will decide if I want to play your little game,” she said crossing her arms. I was impressed. Most women would be throwing themselves at me by now and I would bring up the test and explain it to them between kisses, but Alicia was different. She was skeptical, and I liked it. It felt like a challenge.

“You have to remain quiet, through the activity of my choosing, until I am finished. Or I should say until you are finished,” I said as I sat her down on the plush chaise lounge.

She looked at me arching her eyebrows at me. I wondered if she knew of what I was speaking.

“And what activity is that?” she asked.

“I will tell you once you say yes to it,” I said.

She laughed, “So I have to decide with out knowing what it is?”

“Yes. I think you know in what area it is though. And as I said you can always say stop, and I will stop.”

She was very quiet. I could see that she was blushing and her hard nipples were poking through the soft thin fabric of her black dress. It was obvious to me that she wanted me. She wanted me to fuck her, but I wouldn’t. Not yet. I had something else planned. She bit her lower lip and said, “I can say stop at any time and you will stop?”

“Yes of course. However, that will mean the test is over and that you’ve failed, but yes, I will stop.”

“Fine. I will do it, but what is the reward?” she asked.

“That is a surprise,” I said. “But you will love it. I promise.”

She took a deep breath and then nodded her head yes. I smiled and said, “Very well, you must remain quiet, that means no talking, no moaning, or any noise, but you can sigh and breathe as heavy as you need too. Do you understand the rules of this test?”

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good. The test starts right now. Keep quiet.” Then I did as I had done many times before. As she sat on the chaise I knelt down on the floor in front of her. I placed my hands on her ankles and ran them up slowly over her black stockings. I looked up at her and I could see her chest heaving up and down. “Concentrate Alicia, keep quiet,” I encouraged her. I wanted her to pass the test. My hands went slowly up her dress pushing it back, revealing her thigh high stockings and garter belts. I smiled at her. She was dressed for an erotic night, and I was going to give it to her. I placed my hands on her knees and pushed them apart. She sighed as I stared at her black panties, right in her center. “You are doing good Alicia, concentrate.”

I kissed the bare skin of her thighs right above her stockings and felt her move under me as I let my tongue trail down to the soft skin of her inner thighs. Then I licked up and over her panties. I let my tongue linger up and down the outline of her slit underneath the soft silk fabric. I could see her hands wring the fabric of her dress into balls in her hands. She moved and wiggled under me, restraining herself from making a sound. I loved it. I liked being the dominant man, and knowing that she was struggling under my touch turned me on. I looked up at her. She was looking down at me with a pleading in her eyes. I could tell that she didn’t know if she could hold out. I liked teasing her so I said, “I’m going to move the fabric of your panties to one side and I’m going to lick your sweet wet pussy until you cum in my mouth,” all the while moving the fabric to the side as I said so. I was not ready to have her be completely naked yet, that would come much later if she passed this test. For now, it was just a peak a boo game with her pussy and my tongue. She sighed as I pushed the fabric over revealing her perfect little pink pussy. I placed my thumb on her clit and pushed up and down, but only for a few seconds. She sighed heavily and her head went back as she enjoyed the sensation. Then I moved my head in position ready to lick her when…