The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(244)

I nodded and started backing away down the hall. His eyes never left me nor my body and I wanted to slap him for staring, but, at the same time it was my mistake.

I nearly lost my footing on a carpet and caught myself with my hands; giving him another eyeful. While I was incredibly embarrassed, I did feel at least a little flattered that he wanted to stare at me instead of the women in the other room. So I slowed my pace and let him stare as I walked off with the sexiest walk I could muster.

I heard his footsteps follow me for a moment before stopping as I made my way upstairs. I felt a little flush when I closed the door to my room; I felt like being naughty.

The alcohol was catching up with me and I sprawled out in bed. The silk sheets I had grown accustomed to would be my only comfort of the night. Still, I felt much better about myself.

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I dressed sensibly the next morning, throwing my wet things over the shower in my bathroom and feeling much better after the rest. I journeyed through the halls toward the kitchen downstairs and it felt oddly empty this morning.

The chef was nowhere to be found nor was Brent nor was Magda, the maid. I hunted through the house to see where everyone was and only found Tom sitting in a deck chair in the pool room. The room was empty, save for him. The girls who were here last night left no trace.

“Tom?” I said.

He lifted his head and squinted his eyes. “Ah, it’s just you Nia,” he said laying his head back down. “I gave everyone the day off. Clear my schedule for the afternoon if you don’t mind.”

I started looking over his schedule for the day on my phone and it was to be a light work day anyway. I sent a few e-mails and texts to make sure his staff would be abreast of the matter.

He stood up and stretched his muscles a bit. “What would you say to dinner?”

I looked at my watch, wondering if I was up late.

“It’s barely eight, why are you asking me to dinner?” I replied curiously.

“It takes about seven hours to get to Paris from here, Nia,” he said as he casually strolled closer.

“Paris?” I asked with astonishment. “You want to fly to Paris for dinner?”

“Isn’t that generally what you do when you have a personal jet and a day off?” he replied.

I couldn’t find fault in his logic, and it helped that I didn’t want to find fault in his logic.

“I would be happy to join you, if that’s what you wish,” I said.

He clapped his hands in a cheer and gave me a hug.

“I own a restaurant that’ll open a table up for me tonight. Have my tuxedo pressed and take the car out and buy something dressy. If you’re going to be holding onto my arm you need to look the part.”

I tried my hardest to hold in my excitement. Not only would I get to go to Paris, but I’d get to play dress up and feel rich for the evening.

“I’ve arranged a limousine for you today since Brent has the day off. Flight leaves in 2 hours so don’t take long,” Tom poured himself a drink from the whiskey stored nearby and sat back down in the deck chair.

I lingered a moment trying to understand his motivation. He could have done anything on his day off, but, instead, he’s taking me to Paris. I had to think this had something to do with last night.

No matter, I could use the day off. I left him to his vices and joined with the driver that waited outside by the limo. A few minutes later I was being shown some of the most beautiful and incredibly expensive dresses I had seen; and I wanted them all. I settled for a skin tight black dress that ended just above the knee. The low back and deep neck line accentuated my curves and I looked amazing. Twenty-five thousand dollars later, and I had my dress for the evening.

It wasn’t long before Tom and I were sitting a few thousand feet above sea level in his private jet, sipping on wine. I kept seeing him glance at meet from the corner of his eye. I pretended not to notice.

“Nia, I hope my attitude last night wasn’t off putting,” he said.

“Off putting in what way?” I asked.

He swiveled his chair toward me kicked a leg over his knee.

“I might enjoy the company of many women but I didn’t mean to do so in front of you. I would prefer to stay professional when possible.”

I swept the hair out of my eyes and gave him a big smile. “I’m not put off by sex, Tom.”

“That may be so, but watching your boss have sex must be strange.”

“The only reason I would’ve been watching is if you hadn’t noticed me. I didn’t see anything except two young trollops showing what god gave them.” I said.

Tom gave me another insightful glare. “Don’t you mean three?”

I blushed a little thinking about it and crossed my arms trying to cover myself more than I already was. “You didn’t have to stare, you know.”

“And you didn’t have to walk that slowly and sensually, but you did.”

I suppose someone as perceptive as him would notice something like that.

“Okay, okay. I was out drinking, and my best friend told me in no uncertain terms to pursue you as more than just a boss. But, I stand by my professional work. I’m not interested in being arm candy to some rich man.”

Tom sat back in his chair partially pleased with himself. “I didn’t do anything with them last night and you can blame yourself for that.”