Sold to Him: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance Page 3

  What? Is she talking about me? But then she ends the call, returning her attention towards me with a warm smile. “Trina, you’re perfect,” she declares.

  “I’m perfect?” I ask stupidly. “Um …?”

  But Karen merely nods.

  “Yes, in fact we’re ready to go straight to the second portion of this interview. Follow me please.”

  And we leave the conference room just as quickly as we entered. I trail her down the hall, totally perplexed. What just happened? Was the first part of my interview a looks test? It certainly seems like it. But then again, maybe they get a lot of women who look nothing like they describe on the phone? We walk down the narrow, sparsely decorated hallway as my stomach churns with anticipation.

  “Here you are,” Karen announces when we reach an atrium-like room, surrounded by a garden just beyond the glass windows. I gasp. The greenery is absolutely beautiful, and my eyes skim over vibrantly colored flowers and lush green fronds. But there’s no time to appreciate the garden because another blonde appears, this one younger than Karen and wearing white scrubs like she works at a spa. “Hi Trina, I’m Jane.”

  “Oh, are you the second interview?” I ask, dubiously shaking her hand.

  “Kind of.” She smiles. “Come with me please.”

  Leaving the garden room, we walk along another set of hallways until I fear I may be in a maze. Looking around, I try to make note of room numbers in case I’ll need to make an escape later. Kind of like Theseus on the Labyrinth before he fights the Minotaur. But this is no Greek myth. I’m in a corporate office building in the middle of Manhattan, and I need to keep my wits about me. This is a job interview for a position that I desperately need.

  “Here we are,” Jane says, smiling brightly when we arrive at a big white door.

  She’s testing me, standing back as she waits for me to open the door myself. Is this a part of the interview? Maybe she’s testing my commitment to the company? With that in mind, I open the door with trembling fingers, stopping as soon as my eyes comprehend what’s going on.

  Because this is a full-service spa with soothing music and the unmistakable fragrance of lavender wafting through the air. Relief fills my veins. This isn’t a dungeon, nor the Labyrinth I’d been anticipating. The spa has gleaming white walls and orchids perched on the reception desk.

  “Um, am I interviewing for a spa position?” I say hesitantly. “I thought I was here to interview as a companion? I’m sorry?” What have I gotten myself into?

  Jane gives me a knowing smile. I’m not the first girl in my position to be a bit stunned by this interview process. Reasonably so.

  “All the girls have to go through this before meeting Mr. Knight. Try not to be too nervous,” she assures me.

  Mr. Knight? What’s going on? Who is Mr. Knight? This is getting crazier by the minute, but just like Karen, Jane continues to move about as if this is all perfectly normal.

  She shows me to a private room, and inside the lights are lowered with a green tint. A small speaker in the corner plays a calming sound that reminds me of the ocean breaking against the beach.

  “I’ll take your clothes. Just leave them on the chair, dress in the gown, and sit on the massage bed please.”

  Slowly, I walk over to the table, hearing the door close behind me. Turning, I see Jane has left me alone and I take a deep breath, realizing this means I need to be naked. Is this some type of setup? Maybe once I’m naked the door will fly open and a man will rush in to swoop me away? This is absurd for a job interview, but I continue to remind myself that this is all for a good cause. I need to make money to provide for my brother and Nana.

  Quickly, I undress with trembling fingers. And before I know it, I’m stripped naked, throwing the thin nightgown on before sitting on the table and crossing my legs before uncrossing them and then choosing to cross them again.

  I’m nervous. It’s obvious.

  Forcing myself to calm down, I press my palms into my thighs, attempting to ease my shaky fingers. As if she can sense my apprehensions, Jane re-enters the room, this time pushing a cart on wheels and parking it beside my bed before placing her hand on my shoulder and gently pressing until my back rests against the hard massage table.

  “We’re just going to take this beautiful frame you have and polish it up,” she says lightly with a kind smile.

  “Oh, okay,” I manage, my heart racing as I lay down.

  “We’re going to do waxing first,” she murmurs. “Have you ever done that before?” Jane asks, undoing my gown to look down at my private parts. “Maybe not, hmmm?”

  My cheeks grow red and I manage some incoherent answer.

  “Just lay back and relax,” she soothes. “This’ll be over in a jiff.”

  I’ve never had my body waxed before, so when the warm liquid touches my body, it’s stimulating until she places a thin white strip of paper down and rips the hair from my skin before I can prepare myself for it. Holy shit! I’ve never felt pain like that in my life. Jane sooths me as she moves on to the next patch. There are tears in my eyes, it’s so painful. But by the time she reaches between my legs, I’ve grown a bit accustomed to what’s happening. Nonetheless, nothing could’ve prepared me for the blinding pain I feel when she yanks the short hairs from my puffy lips.

  “Ow!” I scream. “Ow ow ow!”

  “It’s okay,” Jane soothes, pressing a cotton swab soaked in aloe on my private parts. “You’re gonna be just fine.”

  Tears smart in my eyes but after Jane leaves to let me recover, I touch myself hesitantly. I’m a bit taken aback by how smooth I am down there. My fingers slide through my soft slit, the skin tender and aroused. I can feel the swelling in my clit, overly sensitive without its normal protective layer.

  But the blonde isn’t done yet. She bustles back in, all business.

  “Next, we’re going into hair and makeup, but don’t worry, this is your last step.”

  My face must reveal my confusion, but there’s no time to ask questions because the woman has already left the room. With hesitant steps I follow, going down the hall to a full-scale salon. I wonder how many different businesses they own. Is this a modeling agency of some sorts?

  But thankfully, the pampering eases my nerves. Settling into the white leather chair, it takes the staff another hour to wash and style my hair before powdering my face and adding mascara, eyeshadow, and eyeliner to decorate my ordinary brown eyes.

  Jane beams at me. “Yep, I think she’s ready,” she declares, smiling proudly like a mother hen.

  “Good luck!” The hair stylist looks over her shoulder while packing up her tools.

  “Now, you can just slip this on and meet me out front.” Jane hands me a hanger with a gold handkerchief on it.

  “Um, excuse me?” I venture. “I need a dress? Or something? A robe? This is just a pocket square.”

  But Jane just shrugs her shoulders.

  “No honey, it’s a dress. Put it on, you’ll see,” she says meaningfully. “And put those on too lease,” she points at a pair of stilettos I hadn’t even noticed standing in the corner which heels must be at least four inches.

  What in the world is going on? I can’t possibly wear the scrap of nothing dangling from my hands. And heels, much less skyscraper heels? I’m more of a jeans and sneakers type of girl, so this is all foreign.

  But the voice in my head speaks then. Just do it, it urges. Do it for Mickey and Nana. So with trembling fingers, I pull the golden dress over my head with little effort, the fabric easily stretching and melting into my skin. With three faulty steps, I make my way to the full-length mirror, so shocked by my reflection that I do a double take.

  Wow. That’s me?

  For the first time, I see what men like about my breasts. They’re full and tantalizing the way they’re poking out of the barely-there cups of the dress. My waist has always been pretty small, leading to my full hips and generous, round ass, which is barely covered by the gold fabric.

  My brown
curls have been cut into soft layers and coaxed into waves that cascade down my back, resting at the curve in my back. As I step forward, I feel my sex clench so deliciously that I reach for the wall to steady myself. Something just sparked within me, but I can’t focus on that right now.

  The pampering and this sexy dress might be stimulating, but this is a job interview and it’s important that I remember and stay focused. Like Nana said, they can sense desperation, although at this point, I’m not even sure who they is.

  With my shoulders back and my head held high, I walk into the waiting room where Jane waits. From the look on her face, she likes my appearance as much as I do.

  “This is perfect! You look amazing, Trina,” she says before turning towards another door.

  “B-but …” I stammer. It’s too late. Jane’s already moving on. Together, we walk through another maze again, turning left before then taking a right, over and over until I’m hopelessly confused. There’s no way in hell I’d be able to find my way back outside—I’m resigned to possibly being kidnapped and nobody ever finding my body.

  My heartbeat races as time slows when Jane turns towards me, and I take a deep breath. This is it. I’m here, about to meet whoever it is on the other side.

  But questions whirl in my mind. Is this still an interview process or will I be a companion to the person behind this door? Who is this mysterious person anyways? Is it a he or a she? Someone old or young? My mind is filled with so many confusing thoughts, and I know Jane doesn’t plan to answer any given her vague replies so far.

  Stepping aside, the blonde indicates a massive door before with a golden handle. Is this the dungeon?

  “Just relax and be yourself,” she whispers encouragingly. “You’re going to be fine!”

  The fact that she’s egging me on like I should be worried makes me even more worried. Again, I feel the inclination to run—as far and fast as my legs will take me. I should get away and never look back because this situation was never supposed to happen. I shouldn’t be wearing a tiny slip of a glittery gold dress, my assets barely covered while going on an interview. I’m supposed to go to college and attend parties while trying to fill my head with books and learning. And yet, this is my fate … and I step forwards, shaking yet excited.

  Chapter 3

  Trina

  I take a deep, shaky breath and push open the heavy door. Inwardly, I cringe. What’s waiting for me on the other side?

  But I’m pleasantly surprised because it’s not a firing range, nor am I jumped by mobsters. Instead, the chamber is beautiful and elegant, almost smelling of money. The walls are covered in textured wallpaper that looks so soft I yearn to run my fingertips across the fabric. The space is cavernous, with a giant chandelier dripping with crystals. Yet oddly, there are no windows in the room, creating a dark and sensual vibe.

  “Do you like it?” a low male voice growls.

  My head snaps forward. Oh my god, there’s someone here! My eyes catch sight of a man standing in the middle of the room, so still that I didn’t notice him at first. He’s huge—deliciously broad shoulders are squared as he gazes at me with bright blue eyes. His obsidian hair is so dark that it almost absorbs light.

  “H-hello,” I manage to stammer.

  He smiles. “Trina. Welcome.” His voice is smooth, yet deep with a hidden roughness to it. “I’m Grayson Knight. Please, come in.” He extends his hand. Glancing down, I can tell he’s wealthy and refined. He’s got a watch on his wrist that gleams subtly, his hands elegantly manicured despite their powerful size.

  “Nice to meet you,” I murmur, moving towards him. But instead of letting me sit, Mr. Knight catches my wrist, and an electric volt sparks through me, placing my step on shaky footing.

  “Do you know what you’re applying for?” he asks.

  “Yes…um, a-a position as a companion?” I utter nervously.

  Mr. Knight throws his head back before releasing a throaty laugh from his chest, glancing down at me as he flashes his pearly white teeth.

  “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but it’s a little more to it than that,” he says, the corner of his mouth twitching up just slightly.

  “The listing was really vague. I wasn’t sure what exactly it entailed, but I, um…” I trail off, unsure of what to say.

  My mind is barely working right now. His body alone is magnificent, dominating my field of vision in that elegantly cut black suit. The air in my lungs stops, making it difficult to breathe in his presence.

  “Let me just tell you what to expect,” he rumbles, his full lips captivating me.

  God, he’s sexy. His face is the perfect addition to his glorious body. I begin to wonder what he looks like beneath those clothes.

  Oh, God! What am I saying? I can’t think like this. It’s a job interview for crying out loud! Pay attention, Trina! You can’t afford to wander off into La-La Land right now.

  “Um, yes of course,” I murmur again, biting my lip while stealing a look at him. “I’m happy to hear what this job entails.”

  He looks at me, his face smooth while those blue eyes glimmer.

  “Well sweetheart, this is a companionship position yes, but the question is how you’re going to attract that companion. So first things first – you’ll be auctioned at the Billionaire’s Club.”

  Mr. Knight speaks the words like it’s no big deal, watching for my reaction with observant eyes.

  “Auctioned?” My voice is barely above a whisper, hoping I’ve misheard him, although I’m sure I haven’t.

  “Yes, sweetie. A group of reclusive billionaires like their women a certain way. But before I get into any details, let’s see if you have what it takes,” he says authoritatively.

  And taking my hand, he leads me to a raised dais in the middle of the room. It’s a subtle circle, probably about five inches off the floor. Hesitantly, I step onto the dais. He releases me and I feel an emptiness deep in my chest, craving the connection again.

  Slowly, he walks in a circle around me, taking in absolutely everything. His gaze is so intense that I have the squeeze my thighs together to quiet the humming between my legs.

  “Turn around,” he rasps. “Let me see the goods.”

  Normally, I’d be offended. I’m not a doll to do his bidding! But his voice is commanding, unwavering, and sexy as hell, and I do as he says without so much as a thought in the opposite direction. His eyes fall on me and I know I should feel self-conscious. Typically, I would, but right now I’m nothing but turned on beyond words.

  “Take it off.” His eyes find mine now, looking at me intently.

  “The dress?” I breathe, my eyes going wide.

  Oh no. This isn’t happening. First, I find out it’s not a job interview for a companion, but rather an auction for billionaires. Now, this man wants me to get naked. This isn’t a stripper job, is it?

  What’s worse is that I find myself oddly titillated by the thought. I’m dying to strip everything off and beg him to take me right here. His control is alluring. I can sense his hunger, yet he stands before me in complete control, and it’s sexy as hell.

  “Let me see, sweetheart.” His voice is warm on my shoulder as he growls, the words a plea and a command in one. “It’s part of the process.”

  Slowly, I pull one spaghetti strap down my shoulder, then the other. The gold on the fabric glimmers as it falls to my sides. Mr. Knight steps closer as I struggle to contain my breasts in my hands. They’re so heavy and my nipples are hard as icicles.

  “Keep going,” he says through clenched teeth.

  Wait a minute. Is he getting upset? Or is he fantastically aroused?

  Quickly, I pull the dress down my sides, shimmying from side to side as I stretch the thin fabric over my ass. Once I finish, I kick the fabric from the podium, standing before Mr. Knight in nothing but my five-inch stilettos.

  “Fuck,” I hear behind me.

  His presence is heavy, all-encompassing, and I feel him all around me as my body comes alive for him. Ever
y one of my senses is awake, my hormones raging. It’s overwhelming and I can’t get the thought of him devouring me out of my mind

  His body moves around my side, and from my peripheral vision, I see the pink of his tongue before his white teeth bite down on his bottom lip.

  What’s happening? The look on his face is growing stronger by the second but I can’t think of anything to say despite the awkwardness of the silence.

  “Like I said, you’re going to be sold. It’s my job to make sure that you fetch the highest price. You do want that, right? Make money? Because trust me, if you play your cards right, you can easily make six figures at the Billionaires Club,” he mentions casually. But my eyes almost pop out of my head.

  “Six figures?” is my gasp. That amount of money would change my life and solve every problem I have. This could be even better than the opportunity the girl at school bragged about. Maybe this is my ticket out of the hood, to give Mickey the better life that he deserves and pay Nana back for everything she’s done for us.

  Whatever it takes, I’m going to get this position. Suddenly, I desperately want in on that auction, but first, I have to pass this part of the interview by enticing Mr. Knight. I’ll do whatever it takes to do so.

  “Come closer,” he rasps.

  I’m drawn to him and do as he commands, offering myself to his judgment as he looks over me. My eyes drift down until I land on the thick outline of his cock pressing against his pants.