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Billionaire Seeking Bride #1 (BBW Alpha Billionaire Romance) by Mac Flynn

There we were, dancing to the beat of our bodies against each other. Overhead was the brightest moon I’d ever dreamed I would see, and in front of me was the handsomest man I could imagine. His dark, rugged looks warmed my body, and my thick hips rubbed against his as we waltzed into each others’ hearts. I was his and he was mine, and I wanted him to take me with all the ferocity and gentleness of a lover.
Billionaire Seeking Bride #1 (BBW Alpha Billionaire Romance)
Billionaire Seeking Bride #1 (BBW Alpha Billionaire Romance) by Mac Flynn
We danced along the grass, and the hem of my dress swooped over the blades and just barely touched their tops. My dress hugged my curvaceous body and accentuated my full breasts. My partner looked down at me and flashed a smile that heightened my desire for him. He opened his mouth, and I leaned towards him to listen to the beautiful words flow from those tempting lips. “What the hell are ya doing with that broom?” I yelped and juggled the broom in my hand. I managed to get a hold of it and clutch the cleaning supply to my ample chest. A blush rose to my cheeks and I glanced over my shoulder to see Tom the janitor standing in the doorway staring at me with a raised eyebrow. His grizzled old eyes glanced between the broom in my hand and my blushing face. There I was, Miss Vicki Loom standing there with a broom clasped to my breasts like it was the lover I’d imagined. Oh, and did I forget to mention I was also a janitor? “Um, nothing, Tom. I was just-um-” “It looked like ya were getting ready to twirl that thing out the window,” he quipped as he nodded at the large windows in front of me. We stood in one of the smaller offices in a tall office building in a no-name city. Outside the tall, broad windows was a night sky lit up with thousands of streetlights, passing cars, and other office buildings. Our duty as janitors in this building was to make sure everything on our designated floors was spick, and to not forget the span. I set the broom on my supply cart and shrugged. “I was just, um, just making dust circles. You know, to attract the aliens,” I teased. “Uh-huh. There better not be that much dust in this place or you won’t be making ‘em for long,” he warned me. I sighed and my shoulders slumped forward. “Would that be such a bad thing?” “It would for the rent. In all yer fooling around did ya get this place clean?” he asked me. “Yes, Tom,” I replied. “Good. Now let’s get to waxing them floors. You know I can’t handle that bucking bronco. Not in my old age.” He leaned forward and rubbed his back. Tom was approaching seventy and was as skinny as a rail, but I didn’t let his frail appearance fool me. That guy could lift two of me, and that was saying something. “You just don’t want the wax machine to tempt you into taking it for a ride,” I teased. He grinned and shrugged. “Mayhaps that’s true, but yer better at the danged thing than I am.” I raised one of my pudgy arms and flexed the non-existent muscles. “It helps being a big girl.” Tom frowned. “It ain’t just a matter of what ya look like. You’ve got a lot of discipline in those arms, more than most girls. Now ya just need to be disciplined in not sweeping the brooms off their feet with yer fancy dancing.” “It was just a waltz,” I argued as I wheeled my cart out into the hall. Tom stepped aside so I could pass. “Besides, a girl can dream, can’t she?” “Yeah, but I recommend ya not do it on the clock. Wait until yer break to woo the cleaning supplies,” he quipped. I snorted. “You’re such a romantic, Tom. You should try your hand at writing romances.” He wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “Not my kind of reading. Give me a western any day.” I laughed and wheeled my cart down the hall with Tom at my side. “So what floor do we need to wax today?” “Our own. It’s getting pretty grimy down there,” he told me. I shuddered. Our ‘floor’ was the basement of the forty-story building. “It is pretty nasty, isn’t it?” We sacrificed our floor to clean the others, we and the janitors who worked the day shift. “A cockroach scurried by me and gave me the finger for yelling at him. You know it’s gotten bad when those damned things start getting insolent,” Tom replied. I smiled. “Maybe you squished his father.” Tom shook his head as we took an elevator down to the basement. “Nope. Don’t squish ‘em. I kill ‘em with spray. Less mess that way.” “Like I said before, you’re such a romantic, Tom.” “I’d rather be a rich man than that.” “Well, if you find a nice girl who falls in love with you maybe you can have your Cinderella story come true,” I teased. The elevator dinged and the doors opened to reveal a long, windowless hallway. It stretched the full length of the building and ended in an exterior door that led to an alley. On either side of the hall were doors that led to our own little closets where we could set our carts and put our feet up on tiny desks. Not bad if you weren’t claustrophobic and afraid of the dark. “This place is just so cheerful,” I quipped. We walked forward towards my little hole-in-the-wall on the left. “A job’s worth a sight more than the glamorous life of being poor,” Tom scolded me. “Yeah, but don’t you ever want something more than-” I paused as we reached my little abode, and a frown slid onto my lips. Tom’s eyes flickered between me and the door. “What? Ya see that damned little roach?” he asked me. I shook my head and pointed a finger at my door. “My door’s open.” Tom’s face drooped and his eyes narrowed. “Is that what has you worked up.” I whipped my head to him and glared at his wizened old face. “I never leave the door open. Ever. You know that.” Tom frowned and squinted his eyes at my door. He rubbed his chin in one of his grizzled hands. “Hmm, maybe the latch is broken,” he suggested. I grabbed the knob and pulled the door towards us. It latched. Tom frowned. “Guess not.” I opened the door and reached around to flick on the light switch. The small, concrete cubicle was illuminated by a single bulb. It showed my worn swivel chair and the small, broken desk in one corner, and the bare walls in the other corners. I peeked in and inspected the place. My curious eyes fell on a slip of paper on the desk. Satisfied I wasn’t going to be jumped by a rapist with a fetish for large women, I slipped inside and over to the desk. I picked up the paper and frowned. “What ya got there?” Tom asked me as he followed me into the room. “It’s an application for a secretary’s position,” I told him. He raised an eyebrow. “Here?” I nodded. “Maybe it fell out of yer cart trash?” I tilted my head towards him. “Nothing falls out of my trash,” I countered. He shrugged. “Then I’m stumped.” “So am I. . .” I muttered. My eyes browsed over the application and the attached list of qualifications. “This is weird. The secretary’s supposed to be one of the ones helping the CEO, but they’re not even asking for secretarial experience.” “Lemme see that,” Tom demanded. I handed over the paper and he read the contents. “Well, I’ll be. You’re right.” I snorted and snatched the paper from him. “Of course I’m right. Don’t you know my last name is Miss Right?” He shook his head. “Nope, but what are ya gonna do about the application?” I looked down at the paper and shrugged. “I don’t know, shred it?” Tom leaned towards me and looked me in the eyes. “Why don’t you try applying for it?” I rolled my eyes to his grizzly, expectant face. “Because the qualifications aren’t that low that a janitor should be applying.” “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, and you’ve got one of them fancy college degrees. What was it in again?” he wondered. “English.” “And that’s helped you some. You can bullshit with the best of them,” he insisted. I snorted. “Have you been reading the boss’ trash again?” I scolded him. He grinned and shrugged. “Just in a few of the offices. It’s good bullshit in those bins. Makes me laugh.” I looked back at the page and sighed. “I suppose it won’t hurt to try.” “That’s the spirit! When’s the resume-thingy due?” he asked me. “Says it’s due tomorrow by five at the top office. I need to leave my resume with the secretary up there,” I told him. “That’ll work for ya. You drop off yer stuff and get to work a little early,” he suggested. That was easier said than done, as I was to find out the next day. 2 I was a little nervous the next day when I came into the building through the lobby like one of the normal employees. The sun was still in the sky and the lobby was crowded with people coming and going as they sought to obey instructions from the top. That’s where I was going as I piled into the crowded elevator where elbow room would have seemed spacious. Clutched in my sweaty hand was my resume, a single-page report of my few life and professional accomplishments. That slip of paper would decide whether I would even get an interview, or if I would be tossed back onto the trash bin of my janitorial job. I feared and expected that outcome. The expectation arose from my flimsy little resume, and the fear was my large rear would forever be trapped in that trash bin, never to know another occupation. I’d wind up as old as Tom before I retired. As my fears climbed so did the elevator. The other occupants came and went, but the crowd slowly thinned until only I remained. The lit numbers on the button panel climbed higher and higher until the illuminated button shined on the number ‘40.’ The elevator stopped and the doors swooshed open. Before me was a small lobby and beyond that was the Long Walk, a hallway that stretched past offices until it reached a pair of doors at the very end of the building. Those were the doors to the office of the company CEO, Alec Strong. I’d never met the man in-person, but I knew what he looked like. A tall, dark, handsome man a few years old than me. His eyes bespoke of lust whenever I saw his picture in the downstairs lobby, and his sly smile hinted at pleasures he promised me. That as, in my dreams. He was the tall stranger who wooed me in the form of my broom. Unfortunately, he didn’t even know I existed. I was a lonely janitor, he the CEO. It was like Cinderella but with no Fairy Godmother to intervene on my behalf. Tom didn’t exactly fit the part. I had to get myself together. I wasn’t here to woo the boss. I needed to focus on turning in my resume and not let the elevator doors close on me. I yelped and slipped between the closing doors. My belly and back caught a little on either end, but I stumbled into the lobby still in one piece. My little yelp attracted the attention of a few open doors, and the occupants peeked their heads out and raised their eyebrows at me. I smiled, straightened my work blouse and coveralls, and walked down the hall as though nothing had happened. The cubicle occupants returned to their typing and talking, and I reached the end of the hall without making a further idiot of myself. The prize that awaited me in front of door number one was an unsmiling woman of thirty with wavy brown hair and a figure that resembled a bone after a hungry dog gnawed on it. Curves in all the wrong places, and most were chewed to a sharp point. On the opposite wall was an empty desk, the tell-tale sign of the vacancy. I stopped in front of her desk and stood there for a few moments. On the desk was a nameplate with the name Sarah Vitra stamped on the front, and in a basket beside the secretary was a large stack of resumes. The top resume referenced the job I wanted. Miss Vitra’s complete attention was on reading a piece of paper in front of her with the tip of her pencil trailing along the lines. I cleared my throat, and she looked up from her paperwork. Her eyes scoured me with a look of disdain. “The trash baskets are supposed to be picked up later,” she told me. Oh, she wanted to play that game. I smiled sweetly at her. “I was wondering why the trash wasn’t in the basket yet, but that’s not why I’m here.” I snapped the paper towards hers. “I’m here to turn in my resume for the secretary position.” She raised an eyebrow and took the slip between two fingers like she was afraid I had cooties. Her eyes browsed the few contents and flickered up to me. “Is this it?” I shrugged. “It’s all I could come up with.” She glanced over the paper again. “It looks like your only qualification is your degree.” “I’m still willing to try, so if you could just put my name in the pile I’ll go,” I promised, hoping that little temptation would get her moving. Vitra smiled at me, but I didn’t like that look in her eyes. It spelled trouble with a capital ‘S’ for shit. “Very well. I’ll file it where it needs to go.” She swung my paper over the stack of resumes and opened her fingers. At the last minute her hand moved a little farther, over the edge of the desk, and my resume fluttered into the waste basket. “What the hell?” I growled. I snatched the paper from the basket and inadvertently crinkled it. Vitra leaned across the desk and her grin widened. “I’m sorry, but the resume deadline passed five minutes ago. Maybe next time.” I checked my watch. It was a quarter till five. “The application said it closed at five. I still have fifteen minutes,” I argued. “I’m afraid there was a change in the deadline. Maybe you didn’t see the memo taped to your mop handle,” she retorted. I was just about to reach across the desk and strangle her scrawny neck when the doors behind her opened. In the doorway stood the CEO himself, Alec Strong. He was even more handsome in the flesh, a thought which got my heart thumping and my cheeks blushing. He walked over to us with a cheerful smile on his face. “Who do we have here, Miss Vitra? Another applicant?” he asked his secretary. “I-I don’t think so, Mr. Strong. She doesn’t have very good qualifications,” Vitra replied. “Is that so?” He turned his attention to me and held out his hand. “I assume that’s your resume. Mind if I take a look?” His eyes dazzled me, but I shook myself from his power. “What? Oh, sure.” I handed him my resume and he browsed the contents. He frowned when he noticed the crumpled state of the paper. “This resume’s seen some pretty rough days.” “Miss Blank here was trying to file it under T for Trash,” I told him. He looked to blank with narrow eyes. “Is this true?” Suddenly the top of her desk was very interesting and she shrugged. “It’s almost time to stop accepting them,” she defended herself. “But not quite, so we will accept Miss-” He paused and looked down at my resume. “Miss Vicki Loom.” I held out my hand. “You can call me Vicki,” I replied. He smiled and gave my hand a good shake. “A pleasure to meet you, Vicki. It says here you’re one of our janitors.” “Yes, one of the night janitors.” He stepped to one side and swept his arm towards the open doors to his office. “Won’t you step into my office so we can discuss your resume?” Vitra choked on her spit. “But Mr. Strong, she doesn’t have any qualifications that match-” “You can vet the other candidates for me, Miss Vitra, but I believe Vicki needs some special attention,” he countered. I swear everything he said was a sexual innuendo, or I hoped it was. I brushed past the stunned Vitra’s desk and into the office. Strong followed me and closed the doors behind us. This was my first visit in his office. Tom handled the top floor himself. I could see why as my eyes fell on fragile vases, ceramic cats, and candy dishes. There were also posters of old and new movies, baseball cards in shallow glass cases, a few road signs, and a couple of antique metal farm toys. To the right of the entrance and against the wall was a long cloth couch with plush cushions. “This is a-um, an interesting office you have,” I told him. He directed me to a large wood desk at the rear of the room. Two chairs sat on opposites sides of the desk, and I took the one in front of the of the furniture. He took the comfy swivel chair on the other side where he sat down and clasped his hands together. A smile adorned his Adonis-like face. “I admit it is a little strange. Less like an office and more like-” “-an attic?” I guessed. He chuckled. “More eclectic, but I suppose there are some strange things in here. But let’s focus on the task at hand, your resume.” He lifted my resume at an angle and read over the contents. “It seems you don’t have any personal experience with secretarial work.” “No, but I did master in English,” I pointed out. He lifted his eyes from the paper and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “While that is useful, I fail to see your full point.” “I got a B.A. in BS doing that major. I can type out bullshit with the best of them. If you need a letter sweet enough to give somebody a cavity or mean enough to make them cry then I’m your girl,” I quipped. He set the paper on the desk and allowed his eyes to sweep over my upper body. I blushed under his intense gaze and looked at my suddenly interesting lap. “You hardly seem the type to be anyone’s girl. I would rather think you are very much a woman.” “I-I don’t know about that,” I stuttered. My body was lit aflame by his sweet, tempting words. I tried to quench the fire by pressing my thighs together, but that couldn’t stop that accursed blush from rising to my cheeks. “I’m sure your boyfriend tells you that often,” he mused. I shook my head and still refused to meet his eyes. “I don’t have a boyfriend.” “Really?” His voice sounded almost eager to my ears, or maybe my ears were eager to hear that tone in his voice. “No husband or boyfriend?” “No, sir,” I replied. I heard his chair squeak, and I dared a glance up. He stood by his desk, and I watched him walk around and seat himself on the corner close beside me. His playful eyes looked into mine and his sly smile increased my lustful agony ten-fold. He lowered his voice so it was a soft, seductive whisper. “That sounds very enticing. You see, the position needs to be filled with someone who is willing to work nights and the occasional weekend. We wouldn’t want outside distractions keeping her from duties to the company, and to myself.” Oh god. My body was on fire. All I could see, all I knew, was his wonderful eyes staring at me with lust in their depths. I wanted to fall into that heated gaze, fall forever and ever until it consumed my body and soul. His lips tempted me. I leaned towards him. Just a little kiss, a little taste of the lust in his voice. My body pleaded, nay, demanded I submit to him. “Did you have any questions?” His normal, louder voice snapped me out of my passion. I jerked back and fluttered my eyelids at him. “Huh?” “I said did you have any questions about the responsibilities the job entails?” he repeated. “Oh, um, no, I guess not. It’s all-um, listed in the application. I think.” I actually wasn’t doing much of that at the moment. A smile broke out on his face and he chuckled. He stood and gestured to the doors behind me. “I see. Well, if we choose you for the final round of interviews I’ll have my secretary call you.” I stood and my jello legs wobbled after him to the entrance. “S-sure. I look forward to seeing you-hearing from you,” I caught myself. Strong opened one of the doors and led me into the small secretary area. “Have a nice night.” 3 “T-thanks,” I stuttered as I stumbled past him and down the hall. I wasn’t so dazed that I didn’t catch the look of ire from Vitra. She could have melted steel with that ugly expression, so thankfully I wasn’t steel. Her melting, scathing look only bounced off my flab and fell harmlessly to the floor. I walked to the elevator and stumbled inside. My finger pressed the button for the first floor and I’d gone down twenty floors before I remembered I needed to stay for work. I pressed the large ‘B’ and down I went into the bowels of the building. I stepped off the elevator and moved to my room. Something made me pause in front of the entrance. The door was ajar again. My sweet thoughts were swept away and replaced with foreboding. This was getting creepy. I stooped and examined the lock. No sign of forced entrance. Whoever did it had a key, or some experience at picking locks. I stood and frowned. My eyes were ever on the crack between the door and the frame. I shrugged and pushed open the door. It swung back and revealed my desk, cart, chair, and a large bouquet of roses. Nothing unusual there-wait a minute. Roses? I stepped inside and squinted at the tall, ceramic vase as though I expected it to vanish like any other mirage. It stayed put, but my imagination ran off with me. I had a secret admirer, I was sure of it. He was surely a handsome devil. Anybody who fell in love with me would have to be. Oh, and rich. He had to be that. It was the only way I could live the care-free lifestyle that fit the dreams in my imagination. I paused, frowned, and glanced down at me. There was still the same pudgy me beneath my neck which meant whoever sent me these gorgeous flowers wasn’t gorgeous himself. “You’re always such a downer. . .” I muttered to myself as I stepped over to my gift. There must have been three dozen in that large vase. I gave the roses a deep smell. Beautiful, and judging by their scent they were freshly delivered. I looked around for a card and spotted a white envelope on the desk beside the vase. I picked up the slip and turned it over. Nothing written on the front or back. I cracked open the seal and pulled out a small card with roses on the cover. I opened the card and gasped when out slipped a hundred dollar bill. My hands fumbled for the bill before I grasped it tight in one fist. I opened my fist and inspected the bill. It looked genuine. I held it up to the single bulb. Transparent and with signs of security tapes and such. Yep, it was the genuine thing. The money wasn’t the only surprise. On the inside of the card was a note written in cursive. My cursive reading was a little rusty so I read it aloud. “For your secretary’s suit, and a little something to enjoy.” It wasn’t signed. “Sounds like ya got yerself a new job,” a voice behind me commented. I yelped and spun around to find Tom leaning against the doorway with a wide grin on his face. “Don’t you know it’s not nice to sneak up on fat people? You could give them a heart attack!” I scolded him as I hid the envelope, money and card behind my back. He tilted his head to look past me. “Looks like you survived that surprise pretty well.” I blushed and stepped in his line of sight. “I-it’s nothing, just a-um, a present from an old friend.” He chuckled and pushed off from the door frame. “Do all yer old friend’s spoil you like that?” “Um, we were really good friends, now don’t we have a job to do?” I reminded him as I grabbed my cart. I wheeled it into the doorway and pushed him and it out into the hallway. I shut the door firmly behind me and smiled at Tom. “Don’t want to keep those trash cans waiting.” Tom stepped in front of the cart and blocked me from sprinting down the hall. His wrinkled old lips creased upward in a grin. “Yer looking mighty red. Sure you’re feeling well?” “Y-yeah, it’s just the-um, the heat in the building. It’s pretty bad,” I told him. His eyes twinkled, but he stepped aside. “I suppose it is. Well, let’s get going to work. Those floors aren’t going to clean themselves.” I often find myself drawn to talking with Tom during breaks and when we happened to meet on the same floor, but that night was different. I couldn’t clear my thoughts and my reddened cheeks of the image of Strong seated in front of me. His heated eyes still tugged at my feminine desire to be taken into his powerful arms and seduced by his sweet whisperings. “Damn it. . .” I mumbled as my body ached for his touch. I leaned against the wall of a hall and set the side of my forehead on the cool surface. A soft sigh escaped my parted lips. “Why’d you have to go and fall in love with a rich guy who barely knows you exist?” “Ya doing okay there?” Tom asked me. I yelped and spun around to find the old coot standing with a vacuum in one hand and a frown on his lips. His eyes scrutinized me. I brushed out the non-existent creases on the front of my clothes and sheepishly smiled at him. “Y-yeah, I’m fine, why do you ask?” “Because yer not fine. I’ve seen a lot of love-sick people in my days, but you’ve got to beat ‘em all,” he commented. My shoulders slumped and I sighed. “That obvious?” “As obvious as the nose on my face,” he quipped. I ran a hand through my hair and shook my head. “I just-well, I have this crush on a guy-” “Alec Strong,” he interjected. I scowled at him. “Who’s telling the sob story here?” He held up his hands, but there was a twinkle in his eyes that vexed me. “All right, get to telling yer story.” “As I was saying, there’s this guy, who shall remain unnamed, who I kind-of-sort-of-like.” Tom snorted. “Yer pining for him like a pine cone pines for the woods,” he quipped. “You’re interrupting again.” “All right, all right, get on with it.” “It’s just that-well, we live in different worlds and I’m-well, I’m this way.” I gestured down to my wide-load of a body. Tom followed my hands and raised an eyebrow. “Different worlds is one thing, but I’m not seeing yer problem there.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m fat, Tom. I’m fat and I’m ugly. No guy would want to go out with this because they’d need two cars to drive me around.” Tom shrugged. “He’s rich.” “That’s not the point!” My old friend folded his arms across his chest and frowned at me. “I think what yer problem is isn’t yer looks but in here.” He tapped his temple. “Yer thinking too hard about what ya think he wants and not what he’s been telling ya he wants. If he’s the one who sent ya that gift tonight then I’d say he doesn’t give a hang about how big ya are. Maybe he likes a little meat on his bones.” He took on a faraway look in his eyes and rubbed his chin. “Never hurt not to be lying atop. I remember this one woman down in Tucson who was a might large than you, but she had a way with her that left nobody wanting. Always knew just where to-” I cringed and held up a hand. “Tom?” “Yeah?” “Please don’t traumatize me with exploits of your love-life.” He straightened and coughed into his hand. “Well, as I was saying, I think yer making a big deal out of nothing. Wait for a while. You’ll see what he wants.” I sighed and shrugged. A small smile slipped onto my lips. “All right. I guess I can take the advice of a grizzled old janitor.” Tom firmly nodded his head. “Yep, and this grizzled old feller is telling you we’d better get back to work or we’ll be called out for not getting this mess cleaned up.” He turned away to walk down the hall. I held my hand out to him. “Tom?” He paused and looked over his shoulder. “Yeah?” “Could I. . .would you mind if I cleaned the top floor tonight?” A smile slipped onto his lips. “All right, but don’t take all night. There’s plenty more floors where that came from.” My face brightened and I gathered everything onto my cart. I sprinted up to him and pecked a kiss on his wrinkled cheek. “Thanks! You won’t regret it!” His eyes widened and he rubbed the spot where I’d given him my thanks. “I don’t know about that, but ya better get working on that floor before I change my mind.” 4 I rushed past him, into the elevator, and gave a wave before the doors closed. My heart beat with excitement as I thought about entering that office again, his office. I could touch and dust anything I wanted and take in the scent of him. My body ached to seat itself in his chair. I could imagine myself leaning back and closing my eyes, and I would be surrounded by him. The only bittersweet part of the dream was he wouldn’t be there. Right then, though, that was all I could ask for and all I needed. After a painfully slow climb the elevator reached the fortieth floor and I stepped out. I tapped down the Long Walk, ignoring all the other cubicles in need of cleaning, and arrived at the secretary desks. Vitra’s desk seemed to glare at me, so I stuck my tongue at it. Beside the desk sat the waste basket and a mischievous idea came to mind. I picked up the basket and dumped the contents onto the top of the desk. The crumpled paper, wads of food wrappers, and a slob of gum made for a nice Post-Modern piece of art. I couldn’t leave it there, but I could enjoy it until I finished with the rest of the floor. Then I’d do a half-hearted job of cleaning the mess up. I turned my attention to the pair of doors in front of me. There was the entrance to heaven, the domain of the one I loved. I wheeled my cart over and tested the knobs. Unlocked which was a good thing because I’d forgotten to ask Tom for the keys to the room. I pushed open both doors and pushed my supplies into his domain. My enraptured mind was slow to take in the warning signs in the room. There was a small, lit lamp on the desk, and the chair was turned so the back faced me. A tell-tale briefcase on the floor hinted that I wasn’t alone. All of these were ignored by my mind that was so desperate to enjoy the presence of him. I closed the doors behind me and turned to the seat which was then the focus of my lustful mind’s attention. That’s when I heard the shuffle of paper and the chair swiveled around to reveal Alec Strong himself. In his hands was a few sheets of paper, and on his face was a frown. “Tom, you know I don’t like to be disturbed-” His eyes fell on me and he stopped swiveling. A sly smile replaced his frown. “Hello again.” I let out an eep and hit the wall. “M-Mr. Strong! I-I didn’t know you were going to be in here! I-I can leave if you want me to!” I shoved my cart towards the door, but it caught on a rug on the floor. “Wait a moment.” I turned in time to see Strong stand from his chair. He gestured to the seat opposite him. “We have some business to discuss. Why not talk about it now?” “B-business?” The only business my flirtatious mind could conjure up didn’t involve paper, but it did involve a lot of pushing. He held up a piece of paper in his hand, and I recognized the wrinkled remains of my resume. “Your application for the job.” “O-oh! That business! Um, shouldn’t we deal with this tomorrow? I mean, I’m sure you’re still looking through that big stack and-” “No, I’ve finished. I was only looking through the finalists when you entered,” he told me. I blinked at him. “Does that mean that I’m-well, that I’m-” He grinned. “A finalist? Yes, but I have some questions I want to ask. If you would just take a seat we can get started.” I reluctantly left my cart and the wall, and slipped into the chair opposite him. He leaned over the desk and set my resume on the top between us. “As we discussed earlier, you don’t have very many qualifications for the job.” My hands fidgeted in my lap. I wished to be any place other than here. My body still ached for him to touch me, to take me with all the ferocity of a lover. “Y-yes, sir.” “And you seem to have the position of janitor with the company,” he continued. His cool, commanding voice excited my feminine instincts. They demanded I blurt out my true feelings and beg him to take me, to ravish me. I bit my lip and nodded. Strong stood and sauntered around to the desk where he leaned his cute rear against the front before me. I felt his eyes on me as he watched my every reaction. “What would you rather be doing? What are your goals?” he asked me. I shrugged. “Surely you have some dream,” he persisted. I swallowed some of my desire and dared to speak. “I-I don’t really have any. I’d drop everything if I could get married, but-” My god, I was babbling my secret desires to my handsome boss. “But what?” he asked me. I cringed and gestured down at myself. “I don’t really see that happening.” He inspected-dared I hope, admired-my physique. “I don’t see any problem there.” Out of the corners of my eyes I saw him tap a finger against his temple. “Maybe the problem is up there.” I snorted. “You sound just like Tom.” “Tom’s got a lot of sense in his head, but I want to know more about you,” he argued. He paused. “Your hands are shaking. Are you cold?” I shook my head. “No, just-um, just a-um, an uncomfortable chair.” He gestured to the couch against the wall behind me and opposite my cart. “Why don’t we have a seat on the couch. It’s very comfortable.” My eyes widened and I whipped my head up. “No!” I yelped. He started back, but there was a teasing ghost of a smile on his lips. I cleared my throat and shook my head. “I mean, no, that’s fine.” He chuckled. The sound rang through me like the din of wind chimes on a hot summer’s day. “It won’t hurt to sit there, I promise. Here, let me show you.” Strong grabbed my arm and pulled me from the chair. He led me to the couch and seated us on neighboring cushions. “See? Isn’t that comfortable?” “Y-yeah, but I should really be going. Work to do and-” I tried to stand, but he grabbed my hand and gently set me back down on the cushion. He looked into my eyes and I saw the same intensity as earlier. “We both know that’s not what you want?” “W-we do?” I squeaked. His smile widened. “I have a confession to make. It wasn’t by chance that you came upon the application, and I know who sent you those flowers tonight.” I furrowed my brow and studied his face. “It was. . .it was really you?” He bowed his head. “Yes. I’ve been watching you for quite a while. You and Tom aren’t the only ones with late hours.” He reached over and cupped one of my cheeks in his firm palm. “You have no idea how beautiful you are. Your body, your mind, all of you drives me to distraction.” His words tossed fuel on the fire of my lust. My body warmed with each soft whisper from his sweet lips. His heated eyes warmed me to the bone and ignited a desire neither of us could control, nor did we want to. Unfortunately, there was still so many divides, so many differences. “M-Mr. Strong, I-I-” He leaned forward and captured my lips with his own. I groaned as his tongue pushed into my mouth and fought with mine. His hands clutched my wide hips, and one dared slip beneath my shirt to fondle my breast. I gasped and pulled us apart. I looked into his eyes and saw a reflection of my own desires, my own need for a pleasure only he could appease. His voice was a whisper filled with lust and cool, dominant demand. “My god, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. He lunged at me like a wild animal and I fell back against the cushion beside me. His hands were everywhere over my body. He swept over my thighs and hips with the intensity and softness of a lover. His fingers toyed with my bra until it fell away, and then his hands captured my soft, luscious mounds in his grasp. He teased me, fondling and pushing my mounds together. I squirmed and encouraged him by pushing myself into his hold, into his power. His lips were no idle. They blazed trails along my neck and collar. He pulled my shirt off me and paused. His eyes looked on my nakedness with such a burning desire that I was afraid I would be consumed by the heat. I tried to cover myself, but he pulled apart my hands. He leaned down and teasingly captured a bud between his lips. He suckled and pulled. I leaned my head back and bit my lip. I whimpered when he pulled his soft, warm lips away. “I want to hear your moans,” he growled. My heart quickened and he returned to making love to my breasts. I moaned and squirmed beneath him. My thighs were soaked with my juices.. The ache between my legs begged to be satisfied. He knew it, and one of his hands reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband and touched the sensitive nub beneath the folds of skin. My eyes widened and I jumped into his fingers. He slipped a leg over mine to keep me down and began working his magic on the bundle of nerves between my legs. His finger slipped to and fro. Each stroke sent tingles of pleasure rippling through my body. I couldn’t take it any more. “Please,” I pleaded. He raised his head from my breast and his voice was a hoarse whisper. “Please what?” “Please take me. Make me yours,” I begged. He raised himself off me and our clothes were tossed aside. We were naked and covered in sweat. Our tense bodies demanded union. My lover lay himself over me and his member teased my wet, hot entrance. He pushed himself slowly into me, savoring the feel as my inviting walls enclosed him in their softness. I groaned as he rubbed against me and filled me with himself. He was thick and stiff, and we fit perfectly together. He pulled back and penetrated me, this time with more force. I gasped and clutched his shoulders. He groaned into my ear. “So. . .tight,” he growled through clenched teeth. “More,” I pleaded. I knew nothing else but the need to appease the fire burning inside me. He grasped my thick thighs and thrust again and again. Each penetration was faster and deeper. I leaned my head back and rocked my hips against his. I reveled in the feel of him inside me, pleasuring me with himself. His groans and grunts heightened my pleasure. His lust was mine. We were one body and soul, and our only demand was to satisfy the carnal hunger inside us. I felt the tingles of my orgasm threaten to consume me. My hands clutched onto his back and I arched my back for deeper penetration. He quickened his speed. I couldn’t follow. I could only feel, and all I felt was his thick member pumping into me as his grunts filled the air. My eyes widened as my orgasm swept me away into a bliss I could never have imagined. Every nerve in my body tingled with rippling, lustful pleasure. “Yes! Yes!” I screamed to my lover. He grunted in reply and thrust harder into me. A few more moments and he tensed and spilled into me. He fell forward over me and his face was buried into the cushion just above my head. As delightfully warm as he was, I had one problem. “Air,” I wheezed. He sighed and rolled off me onto his side, but his arms wrapped around my body and pulled me against his chest. I snuggled into his warm muscles and tried to catch my breath. A teasing thought came to my mind and I snorted. He looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. “What’s so funny?” he asked me. “Does this mean I have the job?” I teased. He chuckled. “And my heart.” A note from Mac Thanks for downloading my book! Your support means a lot to me, and I’m grateful to have the opportunity to entertain you with my stories. If you’d like to continue reading the series, or wonder what else I might have up my writer’s sleeve, feel free to check out my website, or contact me at mac@macflynn.com. Want to get an email when the next book is released? Sign up here for the Wolf Den, the online newsletter with a bite! Continue the adventure Now that you’ve finished the book, feel free to check out my website for the rest of the exciting series! Here’s also a little sneak-peek at the next book: * * * Billionaire Seeking Bride #2: My lover wrapped his strong arms around me. I could smell the sweet scent of sweat as our naked bodies rubbed together. My feminine core erupted in heat and I had to fight back the urge to moan. His hands teased my full breasts, and I could feel his thick desire against my rear. He lusted for me as much as I lusted for him. My body ached for him inside me. I turned around to look into his sensual, heated eyes. “What are you doing?” I started from my daydreaming and found myself looking into my friend Aimee Stevens’ face. My lips were puckered in a kiss and my cheeks were warm. I choked on my spit and tried to gather my wits about me. “Um, nothing. Just-um, just trying to drink this coffee.” The pair of us sat in a Starbucks, and around us the world chugged on thanks to the black miracle juice they dispensed like a drug dealer who dealt in stimulants. I picked up the cup in front of me and took a sip. It was cold. I’m not talking about just-a-minute-too-late cold, but the it’s-been-sitting-there-untouched-for-a-half-hour cold. I choked on the black sludge and shuddered. “You were looking into space for a good half hour,” Aimee informed me. “That would have been nice to know before I tried to drink tar,” I scolded her. She put down her paper and shrugged. “You’re the one wasting your money on something you’re not drinking. Besides, I was busy looking for a job for a certain unemployed apartment-mate who shall remain nameless.” “Why nameless? I happen to like the name I have,” I quipped. Aimee rolled her eyes. “I suppose that’s why you go by ‘Dee’?” I shrugged. “It’s shorter than saying Miss Deidra Johnson,” I countered. “That is a mouthful. What were your parents thinking?” my friend wondered. I snorted. “Let’s not go there.” I nodded at the paper spread out in front of her. “Did you find anything interesting?” A sly grin slipped onto my friend’s face. “Maybe.” I frowned. “No.” Her face drooped. “Ah, come on! I haven’t even told you what it is!” “The answer is still know,” I insisted. “But you could make a thousand dollars a night!” My frown deepened. “Uh-huh, and what’s the catch?” “The catch is that you have to supply your own costume and it’s a night job.” “Aimee, spill it. What kind of job is it?” I demanded. She sheepishly grinned and pointed at the ad in the paper I leaned over and read the upside down notice aloud. “Stripper wanted. Stripper? Seriously, Aimee?” She shrugged. “You’re not that bad looking.” I slid back in my seat and gestured down at myself. My frame was what was politely termed ‘husky’ which was a nice way of saying I had a few fat rolls on my stomach and my thighs were broader than some bridges. “You really think somebody would want me as a stripper?” “Well, yeah. Maybe.” “I’d break the pole,” I pointed out. “What if they gave you a reinforced pole?” she teased. I dropped my arms and rolled my eyes. “Thanks, that makes me feel a lot better.” She frowned and leaned over the table. “I think what would make you feel a lot better is not taking your body so seriously. There’s plenty of guys out there who like big women,” she argued. “Uh-huh, name one we know,” I countered. She furrowed her brow. “There’s-um, there’s-uh, Fred?” I shook my head. “Going out with a skinny red-head.” “Charlie?” “Thin brunette.” “Mitch?” “Blond model for that lingerie advertising company.” Aimee threw up her arms. “Are all our guy friends taken?” she asked me. “Pretty much,” I told her. She raised the paper and browsed the Help Wanted pages. “Fine, no stripper, but there were a few other jobs in here that looked interesting.” I looked down at myself and snorted. “I need more than a job, I need liposuction.” Aimee looked at me over the top of her paper and raised an eyebrow at me. “I think what you’re problem is is that you’re too self-conscious about your body. You just need to let things go.” I frowned. “I’m not that bad-” “Remember the last job you had? The one at the coffee shop?” “Yeah, so what?” “They fired you because you scared an old man half to death,” she reminded me. “He was looking at my butt,” I protested. “He was looking at a bagel in the case, Dee,” my friend countered. She sighed and shook her head. “No, what you need is a good, old-fashioned simple job, and fast. I know the rent’s eating you out of your savings.” “I can last a while,” I argued. She stared unblinkingly at me. I sighed and shrugged. “All right, so I can last only a little while, but I’m fine.” “No, you’re unemployed, and we’re going to fix that tomorrow when we drop off your resume at this address,” she insisted. She set the paper on the table and jabbed her finger on one of the ads. I leaned over and titled my head to get a good reading of the title. “Maid wanted. No experience necessary. Apply at address provided.” My eyes flickered up to my friend. “Seriously? A maid? Can you really imagine me in one of those outfits?” “They don’t use those things anymore, and you said you weren’t happy with your body. What better way to lose the pounds than to work it off at your job?” she pointed out. “I can think of a million other ways,” I argued. “Name one.” “Well, now that you’ve asked I can’t think of one, but I’ll think of them later,” I insisted. “Uh-huh, and in the meantime we’ll just get your resume down there. It’s either that or you apply for another job at a coffee shop and hope they don’t learn about the bagel incident,” she commented. I sighed and slumped forward over the table. “Being an adult sucks.” “Hey, it’s not completely bad,” Aimee argued. “Name one thing good about it,” I challenged her. “Sex.” I snorted and sat up. “Fine, I’ll give you that one. Now when do I need to turn in my resume for this job?” “The due-date is tomorrow by five. I’ve got the morning off from my glamorous job of bagging groceries, so I’ll take you down there and try my luck at it,” she told me. I raised an eyebrow. “You think trading in your life as a bagger for a maid is an improvement?” She shrugged. “Maybe not with the work, but the pay can’t be any worse.” She tapped her finger on the ad. “The address is in one of the posh neighborhoods. You know, big old mansions owned by people with lots of money. They might pay pretty well.” “Emphasis on the ‘might,’” I retorted. “It’s worth a shot. Says here we have to give our resume to a Mr. John.” She wrinkled her nose. “Strange last name, but I’m not complaining.” I sighed and ran a hand through my long brown hair. “All right, we’ll go, but I bet you all my savings they’ll take one look at me and stamp the word ‘Denied’ on my resume.”

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