For the Billionaire's Pleasure

LiamI watch as her pupils dilate and her cheeks flush with embarrassment and then she quickly bends to pick up her black high heels from the floor in front of me. She then holds them in one hand and looks me in the eyes. She bites her lip nervously and I am at a loss of words.When I saw her back in the bar, I was avoiding her, not because she is not pleasant to the eyes but because she makes me feel guilty about the thoughts I get when I see her. She looks so young and delicate, especially the way she is looking at me with those sexy glassy eyes. There is no doubt she is drunk judging by the way she has lost her composure and the clumsy way she is shifting on her feet. Why is she at my door?"Are you lost?" I ask the most obvious question because there is no way she could have followed me up here."Yes! I mean of course. Sorry I know I might sound stupid but I am looking for my friend and I don't know where to begin," she responds with a nervous laugh. She is looking for someone in

Liam I pull out a chair for her and she sits. I open the dishes and put a plate in front of her. She watches me with a meticulous gaze as I prepare the table."How did you know my name?" she asks me out of the blue."I have my ways," I respond while pulling out a chair for myself."Does it bother you that I know your name?" I ask her."No, not really. I am just surprised," she says and then goes silent. I want her to talk more. The mere thought of her leaving very soon is making me feel uneasy. I don't know why this but I have never felt this, ever! It's a first!"Would you care to explain to me what happened last night? I would like to know how all of this happened," I tell her. She takes in a deep breath and then looks me in the eyes. "I know it may sound really stupid but that was my reality. It was an eye-opener for me. Actually, it was my first time going on a while night out ever since college," she begins her narration. So she is still in college? What a blow-up! I remain q

LiamI adjust my tie and lean against my jacket which I have placed on the chair I am sitting on. I look around the building and all I see is simplicity. I followed the address on the document which Hector did his research on Ariana. So she works here: Taste's Home. The name of the Restaurant doesn't give out a lotAfter a long week of work, I have decided to come over here and see Aria again. She has been on my mind all week. I wonder if she got herself in some more trouble during this time. What happened last time must have been a glitch in her system because she looks to be more responsible than that. She has herself a job and she told me she wanted to find herself a full-time job after graduation. This tells me that she is a very determined girl who has a lot of plans for her future. She walks to my table with determined confidence. I saw her disappear into thin air when I entered this restaurant. That was a funny move, I found myself grinning like a fool. Doesn't she want to see

LiamI am back from hitting the gym. I feel alive and energized but I don't want to do any more work. I want to enjoy my weekend and the top thing on my list is to do that with Miss Manroe. For some reason, I want to spoil her. She was different from my usual dalliances, but I can't for the life of me explain why.Maybe it is because she is a blonde, which wasn't usually my type. Or maybe it was because her voice is so weirdly soothing. Or maybe it is because her floral perfume is dizzying in the most delightful sense of the word. I really honestly just can't tell.I enjoyed her company last night only that she is a very preserved individual and I respect her for that. Maybe I can arrange something and ask her out. I could have preferred to surprise her but I promised to let her know next time I want to take her out.I through the duffle bag with my gym clothes and grab my phone. I managed to get her phone number. I know there will be a lot of questions if I talked to her when she nev

LiamIn the kitchen I slip off my jacket and open the wine fridge. A sauvignon blanc would be a good icebreaker. Pulling out a serviceable Pouilly-Fumé, I watch Aria peer through the balcony doors at the view. When she turns and walks toward the kitchen I ask if she'd be happy with the wine I've selected."I know nothing about wine, Liam. I'm sure it will be fine." She sounds subdued.Shit. This isn't going well. Is she overwhelmed? Is that it?I pour two glasses and walk to where she stands in the middle of my living room, looking every bit the sacrificial lamb. Gone is the disarming woman. She looks lost.Like me..."Here." I hand her the glass, and she immediately takes a sip, closing her eyes in obvious appreciation of the wine. When she lowers the glass her lips are moist.Good choice, Liam."It's a very big place you have here," she says, her voice timid."Big?""Big.""It's big." There's no arguing with that; it is more than ten thousand square feet."Do you play?" She looks at