ROMANCE: Billion Dollar Question (BWWM Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) (African American Alpha Mail Order Bride New Adult) (9 page)

Chapter 3: Falling For Shelly

When Shelly came back that night to pick him up to go out to dinner, she was dressed in red high heels and a little black dress that left nothing to the imagination. She had red lips and gold hoops in her ears.

On anyone else, it would have looked slutty and like a hooker, but she carried herself with an attitude that said “I'm beautiful and I'm showing it off, you can look, but don't touch” that had Vlad unable to take his eyes off her.

“You look amazing,” he told her as he got into the car, he looked at her long legs and then brought his eyes back up to her face, she smiled at him and the gold and black eye makeup was just obvious enough to accentuate her eyes without being over the top.

“I don't get to dress up and do much very often, so I went all out. I'm glad you like it. The Steak house I picked is about twenty minutes from here,” she said, grinning as she pulled out of the parking lot and drove to the steak house.

She parked when they arrived and she grabbed her thick winter coat out of the back seat of her car, she put it on and grabbed a gold clutch purse and waited for Vlad to get out of the car and walked inside with him.

“I made us reservations; the wait here can be something else if you don't,” she whispered to Vlad as she gave her name and told the hostess it was for two.

Vlad was still amazed at her ability to think of everything and how efficient she was. He was tempted to offer her a job, maybe he would. A job would keep her close, and he could plan his seduction over time, and see if it could blossom into something more.

He could use a personal assistant. He fired his last one for being lazy and not keeping good records of all of his business dealings. That had been a mess he hadn't enjoyed cleaning up, and he'd avoided handing that off to anyone else after that.

Shelly was making him reconsider.

When they sat down, he decided to go for it, the worst she could say is no, and he'd go back to seducing her and plan B.

“I want to offer you a job,” Vlad told her after the hostess handed them their menu's and left them at the table alone.

“A job?” Shelly said, picking up her glass of water and taking a sip, watching him thoughtfully. “What kind of job?”

“I need someone who can run errands, make phone calls, do personal assistant type work. Someone who's responsible and won't make mistakes or be lazy when it comes to keeping records up to date. Someone who can think on their feet and be independent when it comes to making decisions on how to get things done and when to give me information,” Vlad said then stopped talking to order them a bottle of wine after asking Shelly if she'd like a glass and she nodded.

“That sounds interesting,” she said, sipping her glass of wine when their waiter brought it.

“You'd get to travel all over the world, I can triple your salary that you make now, and I'll provide a company car,” he told her, wondering what it would take to get her to say yes.

“I have a car,” she replied, grinning. “It even runs.”

Vlad nodded. “I understand that, but I'd be willing to give you a much nicer car if you wanted one.”

“I don't need you to try and buy me,” Shelly said looking a little disturbed, the smile slowly fading from her face.

“I'm not trying to buy you; I just want you to say yes.”

“Tell me about the job, not the cars,” Shelly replied giving him a look he couldn't quite decipher.

“I'm in alcohol. Vodka to be precise. I have factories all over the world, including the USA and Russia. I sometimes have to go visit them and I deal with business meetings when I don't. I need someone who can keep my schedule and do the little things I don't always have time for,” he told her sitting back watching her carefully. “I pay well, and I'll provide health benefits, and I will donate to your brother's school fund for you. I want you to come work for me Shelly.”

“This sounds too good to be true. Why?” she asked him.

Vlad didn't answer her right away, instead ordered his food when the waiter came back and realized she made a point not to order the most expensive thing on the menu, and again reminded him that she wasn't like most women he'd gone out with.

“Because I want a chance to get to know you better. I like you. If I give you a job, I don't have to rush off and never see you again. You are obviously family oriented, and I admire that. I don't have a family, and I think what you are doing for your brother is special. It inspires me,” he told her bluntly.

“So you want to mix business with pleasure?” she asked him, cutting her chicken and putting a piece into her mouth to chew thoughtfully.

“I have a big enough business that if something between us doesn't work out, I can still give you a good job where you don't have to deal with me. I can put it into writing so you can't be fired. I wouldn't ask you to give up everything you knew without giving you a safety clause,” Vlad told her and then named a salary that had her choke on her food.

Vlad jumped up and patted her on the back until she stopped choking, and then sat back down.

“Just think about it. My offer is good whether you are interested in me or not. I like you. I admire your work ethic, I like your personality, and I like being around you. Whatever chemistry I feel for you, if you don't return it, that won't affect the job offer I'm giving you,” he told her, desperate for her to say yes. He was terrified if he left here without her, he'd never see her again.

Shelly put her fork down and looked at him. “I went out with you because I liked you. I was not expecting a job offer. I was expecting some wine, and to go back to your hotel room and have a night of intense passion, because you seem like the kind of guy that would make it count. I need time to think about the job offer, so let's finish our dinner and enjoy whatever happens next, and I'll think about the job.”

“Okay, I can do that,” Vlad said, realizing she hadn't said no and then the sex comment sunk in. He had trouble keeping his eyes off her breasts for the rest of the night.

They finished their dinner and Vlad told her about growing up in Russia, and how he'd been an only child. He talked about how he'd someday like a big family because he thought kids deserved to not be alone growing up like he had been.

Shelly listened to him and kept touching his hand through dinner. When they finally finished, he paid the bill and walked her to her car. They turned it on and she drove back to the hotel.

Speaking bluntly before they got there she told him what she was hoping for.

“I want to spend the night with you, especially if I never see you again. I don't know if I want to take the job yet, I still need to think about it, but you're the first man I've met in a long time that I actually like,” Shelly told him.

Vlad admired her candid nature. “I can live with that, but I hope Shelly, you consider taking the job offer too.”

“I need to talk with my brothers before I make any decisions. I still live with my youngest brother and I don't want to make any rushed decisions,” she told him.

Nodding at her, “I can understand that.”

Shelly pulled into the motel he was staying at, and pulled in front of his room number. He was on the ground floor. He walked over and swiped his card and let the two of them in. He had a bottle of vodka his company made and got out two shot glasses.

“Would you like to try the vodka my company makes?” he asked her holding up the bottle.

“Sure,” she told him grinning. “I'm usually not much of a drinker, but I'm already breaking a million other rules right now, so why not. I hope you don't mind but I need to get these heels off. They look great, but hurt something horrible.”

Vlad nodded and poured an extra tall shot for each of them and handed her the vodka.

“Do you need a chaser?” he asked her he normally could drink it straight, but found that many people mixed vodka in other liquids, or chased it with juice or soda.

“I'm good,” she told him and then tipped the vodka into her mouth and shut her eyes for a moment. “It's smooth, there's no real aftertaste. This is good stuff.”

“We are particular about our vodka. We have some more flavorful kinds but this one is advertised as smooth with no taste. I prefer my vodka simple,” Vlad told her and poured each of them a second shot.

“Bottoms up!” she told him and drank it quickly.

Vlad went to fill the glasses one more time but she handed him back the shot glass shaking her head no.

“I'm good, I'm a light weight and I already had some wine with dinner. I'm feeling it,” she said giggling.

“I'm going to kiss you now then, Shelly,” Vlad told her, pulling her up against his chest and looking down into her face.

Shelly nodded at him and watched him with a slightly nervous expression, the only telltale sign of her anticipation of him moving closer to her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him and dipped his head to take her mouth with his own.

She sighed and melted against him, her arm coming to wrap around his shoulders and neck and the other hand to touch the side of his face as she met his tongue with her own. Shelly's fingers dug into his shoulder as his other arm came around to start grabbing her perfect round butt and massage it gently with his hands.

Vlad started speaking to her in Russian as he broke the kiss and started kissing down her cheek to her chin and neck, telling her she was beautiful and he found her an amazing woman.

Shelly had no idea what he was saying to her, but hearing him talk to her with his accent in his native tongue had her shivering and pushing herself hard against him.

Unzipping her dress with his other hand that he'd moved up her back he slowly pulled it down and let his fingers trail over her naked skin as he exposed each inch of her brown flesh.

Shelly started to unbutton his shirt and pushed it up and off his shoulders. She went for his belt and started to unzip it, pulling it out of his pants before unzipping them and pushing them down over his hips.

Vlad helped her out of her dress until they stood together in just their underwear and both took a good look at each other.

Shelly's eyes were heavy with arousal and she could see the flush on Vlad's chest from his excitement.

Vlad pushed her gently backwards until her knees buckled and she fell backwards on the bed. He kneeled between her legs on the ground and pulled her thong until it snapped and ripped off. He threw it across the room as he pressed gentle kisses to her thighs and worked his way to her pussy and spread the lips with his fingers as he delved his tongue deep inside her hole.

Shelly grabbed the blankets on the bed in her fists as his hot mouth devoured her clit and pussy lips until she was writhing in pleasure against his face. His skilled tongue pushed on her clit until he sent her over the edge into a spiraling orgasm that caused her entire body to shake with the intensity.

Breathless, she laid on the bed staring at the ceiling for a moment while he pressed gentle kisses to her thighs and then up her body to her mouth. He kissed her passionately, his lips molding over hers to fit perfectly.

Shelly could taste her own musky scent against his lips and it turned her on. Knowing what he just did, knowing how he just made her feel, and knowing he could do it again.

Vlad pushed Shelly's legs apart as he kneeled over her. He settled himself between her legs and rubbed his hard cock against her sensitive lips. Reaching down with one hand to spread the lips so he could slip his cock inside, Shelly helped him by relaxing and spreading her legs wider, her hands coming around to grab his back and ass. Then she wrapped her legs around his waist as the tip slipped inside of her.

She threw her head back moaning as he pushed himself slowly inch by inch inside of her. Once he'd filled her to the hilt he slowly started to move back and forth against her body. Her breasts rubbed against his chest and he nibbled on her neck gently as he rocked their bodies together.