“The Duchess of Cambridge.” He repeated the title even though he knew I heard him the first time.
What the hell did this bitch want? I couldn’t refuse an audience with royalty, but I’d told her not to come back here, and she obviously didn’t believe my sincerity. If I entertained her, it would open the door to nonsense. “Tell her I’m unavailable. If she asks for my next opening, tell her I’m busy for the indefinite future.” It was rude of me to behave that way, especially when her position was higher than mine, but if she only wanted to discuss her mistake of breaking off our engagement, I refused to listen to it.
“Yes, sir.” Dimitri walked out again, leaving me alone in my office.
I’d just been thinking about London, that luscious ass and perfect tits, but now I was thinking about the betrayal that publicly humiliated me. I was combative and angry, my good day ruined about a past I couldn’t erase.
I was on the phone with Ariel when London walked inside.
Dimitri must have allowed her to walk in because he assumed she had special access that others lacked. I would have told her to get out and inform Dimitri she was like everyone else, but when I saw her in a purple dress that hugged her tiny waist and her sexy legs in those nude pumps, I didn’t want her to go anywhere. She’d curled her hair and pinned it up to the side, showing off her slender neck and cute face.
Ariel kept talking about our shipment, but I didn’t listen.
Ever since we bought that gown in Italy, London had been going the extra mile to make herself look spectacular. Maybe the designer dress ignited an appreciation for outfits that she didn’t have before. Now every time I saw her, I thought I was looking at a model. She used to wear jeans and t-shirts and didn’t put a drop of makeup on her face, and she still looked stunning But now…there was no way to describe how phenomenal she looked.
Ariel continued on. “We have a large order near the Baltic Sea. They’re asking for—”
“Let me call you back.” I interrupted her without remorse, my eyes on the curvy woman walking right toward me.
“Sure.” If Ariel knew why I was cutting her off, she would be pissed. But she probably assumed something more important had come up, so she hung up without complaint.
Without taking my eyes away from London’s figure, I tossed the phone onto the desk. “You look nice.” That was an understatement. She looked completely fuckable—even if she didn’t finger herself.
“Thank you.” She came around the desk, trailing her fingers along the ancient wood as she approached. Maybe she was doing it on purpose, but her sexiness seemed natural. She could walk into any room looking like that and turn heads everywhere. She stopped at my side, her short dress showing off her toned thighs. “Working hard?”
“I never work hard.” My arms rested on the armrests, and I felt my cock harden in my slacks. My hand couldn’t resist a touch of her smooth skin, so I wrapped my fingers around her thigh. I wanted to pull her onto my lap and sheathe myself inside her warm pussy. Whenever I was in the same room as this woman, that was all I ever thought about. She infected my mind like a poison.
“I hope that’s not true. Don’t want to be homeless.”
The corner of my mouth rose in a smile. “I’ll always take care of you, Lovely.” My fingers trailed to the back of her knee and to her calf. She had strong muscles for a small person, probably because she was on her feet all day when she was in school. My hand moved back up her thigh and underneath her dress until I gripped her left cheek.
Perky and soft.
“Is there something I can do for you?” My fingers felt the lace of her panties.
“I’m hungry.”
“You know where the kitchen is.” I had a chef working day and night when I was in town. When I was elsewhere, he got to take a vacation.
“I don’t like eating alone all the time. It’s boring.”
“Are you asking if you can have lunch with me?”
Her eyes narrowed at the way I worded my sentence. “No. I’m not asking if I can have lunch with you. I’m telling you we should eat together.”
The corner of my mouth rose in a smile, loving that feistiness. I would never want her to stop setting me straight. It was something I loved about her, even though I would never admit it. She wasn’t docile, obedient, or quiet. That was how I liked her—most of the time. “When you put it like that…it’s not like I’m doing anything anyway.”
“I hope you do something productive while you’re in here all day.”
I shrugged. “That’s debatable. Time passes, but I never feel like I’m getting anything done.”
“Then you should fire Ariel.”
London would love that. “She’s not the problem. Without her, I wouldn’t be productive at all.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.” She stepped away, so my hand dropped back to my side. “Come on, I’m hungry.”
“You’re bossy today.” I stared at her ass as she walked to the door.
“I’m just hungry.” She turned around with her hand on her hips. “Now feed your woman.”
My woman? Instead of shooting her down, I actually liked the title. She was my slave, and I liked possessing her. “Wouldn’t want you to get grouchy.” I rose from the chair and buttoned the front of my suit. I walked up behind her, thinking about taking her on my desk when the meal was over. My arm slipped around her waist, and I walked into the hallway with her tucked into my side. “What are you in the mood for?”
“I’m not picky.”
I was over a foot taller than her, but my arm was long enough to scoop around her waist. I liked her wide hips and slender stomach. She was petite but still womanly. We entered the large kitchen where my chef stood in front of the series of stoves.
“Hello, sir. What can I get for you?” He wore a tall chef’s hat, and I wondered how he balanced it on his head all day.
I turned to London. “No preference?”
“Surprise us,” she said.
Chef Bingly smiled. “I can do that.”
“Want to eat in the courtyard?”
London lit up like that was the most exciting thing to happen to her all week. “Yes.”
I guided her down the hallway again until we reached the courtyard that stood between two of the main fortifications. It had a great view of the countryside and the mountains in the far distance. The gardens were properly maintained, and they were blooming with roses of various colors. A fountain dripped continuously, providing the sound of falling water as the backdrop.
London felt a pink rose in her fingertips and smelled it before she examined the gardens further. She looked at the concrete statues and the bushes trimmed in the likenesses of safari animals.
I took a seat in one of the white chairs under the umbrella and watched. “I thought Ariel took you out here once before?”
“I didn’t really get a chance to enjoy it.” She grabbed a red rose from one of the bushes then tucked the stem behind her ear. The color contrasted against her fair skin but complimented the purple dress she wore. It was an accessory that fit perfectly. “She was insulting me the entire time.”