The Dirty Hotel King: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance Page 4

  I glanced back at the clock. It was eight-twenty. I sighed and phoned my secretary, Lisa.

  “Lisa?”

  “Good morning, Mr. Steele. What can I help you with?”

  “Is there any word from Rosy?

  “Oh, I got received a call about five minutes ago, from a Betty Harris. She’s a friend of Rosy and said she was dropping her off.”

  “Good.” I was relieved Rosy wouldn’t be walking the entire way.

  “Is there anything else I can assist with?” Lisa asked.

  “No, that’s it.” I hung up the phone and stood up to get a cup of coffee. I sipped it slowly to try and relax.

  My phone rang, causing me to jump. I rushed over and picked it up.

  “Yes?”

  “Hi, Mr. Steele. Rosy is here. Should I send her up?”

  It had barely been half an hour, but I felt like I’d been waiting forever.

  “Send her in.”

  I paced back and forth in my office until I heard a light knock. I walked back to my desk, sat down, and folded my hands on top of the shiny wooden surface.

  “Come in!” I announced.

  Rosy slowly opened the door and peeked in. Her curls were pulled back into a ponytail, and she was wearing a tight white shirt and black shorts. Her breasts looked so big and soft, and as she turned to close the door, I saw that her ass was plump and round. I started to get hard as I watched her sit down in the chair in front of my desk.

  “You’re late,” I said, trying not to sound like I was excited she was here.

  Rosy bit her lip. She looked nervous. “You’re not my boss. I work at the Pink Flamingo. I went there this morning, but they were closed.”

  I nodded my head. “So?”

  “So...I, I need a job,” Rosy stammered.

  I kept a straight face. “I have a job for you.”

  Rosy looked up with wide eyes. “What kind of job?”

  “Well,” I started as I loosened my cufflinks. “I made a deal with your dad, in which he gets paid, and you come stay with me for a month.”

  “Yeah, my dad told me that last night. Are you looking for a maid or something?”

  I chuckled. “The Grand has several of highly trained maids. I didn’t pay five thousand dollars for a maid.”

  Rosy shifted uncomfortably. “Um…what do you mean, then?”

  I snorted. “What do you think?”

  Rosy’s cheeks turned a deliciously bright shade of pink.

  “I bought you for a month,” I said. “And I intend to…enjoy every single moment of that month.”

  “Do you…do you mean sex?” Rosy’s scandalized voice was barely above a whisper.

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  “No! I’m a free woman with my own will, I’m not having sex with you!” Rosy gasped and covered her mouth with both hands.

  “Well you don’t have much of a choice since I already paid for it.”

  “But, my dad did it! Not me!” Rosy looked horrified. She was shaking nervously and I had a hard time tearing my eyes away from her giant breasts as they quivered and bounced. My balls were aching – it killed me to admit it, but something about her fear and hesitation was making me feel hotter than ever.

  I shrug, unmoved. “So, what are you going to resort to? Running out of here, and heading home? Frank already said you’re not welcome back until the month’s over. He even went ahead and changed the locks.”

  Rosy felt quiet for a moment. She looked up at me with anger and betrayal and hurt in her eyes.

  “You did this,” she said quietly. I slowly looked her up and down, licking my lips. My mouth was watering like crazy for her.

  “Yes. I did. My locksmith is always on call. But I can make this deal good for you,” I promised.

  Rosy gasped again and folded her hands over her chest, covering her perfect tits. “I can’t believe this.”

  “Listen, Rosy. It may not be your ideal situation, but if you give me full access to your body, and those curves,” I said, licking my lips. “I promise to make it worth your while.”

  “What? How?” Rosy croaked.

  I sighed. I didn’t want her to be afraid of me. “Rosy, you don't have to be scared of me. I’m not a monster. You’ll see, I’ll make it good for you.”

  Rosy bit her lip. “Yeah, sure. That’s what all men say.”

  I reached out to touch her face, cupping her chin and turning her face back to mine. I brushed her cheek with my thumb and looked deep into her big brown eyes.

  “This could be really fun and even pleasurable if you’re open to it, Rosy.”

  Rosy sniffed. “Fine,” she whispered. I felt relief wash over me. I took her hand to my lips and gently kissed it. I could only hope she would enjoy her time with me. After all, she had no other option, but I still wanted to make it pleasurable for her. I didn’t want to be the weird old pervert with a beautiful girl in captivity.

  “Alright, well, I guess I should lay down some ground rules.”

  “Ground rules?” Rosy repeated.

  I grinned and nodded my head.

  “First of all, I like my women to cater to me. Call me old fashioned, but I believe a woman should serve her man,” I said smugly.

  Rosy blushed.

  “And since I paid five thousand dollars for you, I expect to get my money’s worth,” I continued.

  “I can do that,” Rosy said timidly.

  “As soon as I get home, I want my shoes to be taken off, and then you’ll give me a nice foot rub.”

  “I can do that,” Rosy repeated.

  “Good. This is going to work out nicely. I also like women who can cook. Are you able to cook?”

  Rosy nodded. “I like to cook,” she said shyly. “I look things up online and try them out all the time. It’s…it’s one of my favorite hobbies,” she added shyly.

  I nodded in approval. “Impressive. Any favorite dishes? I’m open to trying new things.”

  Rosy paused to think for a moment. “Vietnamese pho,” she said. “I spice it up and serve it with vodka.”

  “That sounds delicious. I’ll have that tonight. You may cook whatever you’d like, as long as I approve the recipe beforehand.”

  “Okay,” Rosy said nervously. She swallowed, her gorgeous pale throat working hard.

  “I do have a personal chef, but since you’re here I’ll put him on leave for the month. I wanted to try to do things a little differently,” I said slowly.

  “Differently?” Rosy asked.

  I looked on the wall at my calendar and saw a small picture of a cabin when an idea struck me.

  “Yes, differently. We’re going to stay in a cabin,” I announced. That was perfect. Away from the nosy hotel staff, and I’d have easy access to her twenty-four hours a day.

  “A cabin?” Rosy gasped with a horror stricken look on her face. Her cheeks were flushed and red as she stared at me.

  “Yes. It’ll be a month to remember,” I said sardonically, raising an eyebrow. “Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

  Rosy didn’t answer.

  “It’ll be a nice change from the city,” I said. “Away from the tourists, away from everyone else. The cabin is very remote.”

  “I’ve never stayed in a cabin,” Rosy said softly. “Are we…are we going to be alone in the woods?”

  “Yes,” I said. “We are going to be alone.”

  Rosy fell quiet. There was a fear stricken look on her face. Her fear was exciting to me -- I wouldn’t harm her, of course, but it was fun to watch her squirm. That was when I noticed she had calluses on her fingers, and little scratches running up her arms. I wondered how they got there. Was the Pink Flamingo working her that hard?

  After another moment, Rosy peeked at me from under her curls.

  “I can be what you need me to be, Mr. Steele.” Her voice sounded small, and quiet, but very obedient. My heart thumped in my chest as she leaned forward, her boobs spilling out of her flimsy shirt.

  My mouth started to water as her big,
brown eyes stared into me. My erection was raging now, but I couldn’t contain myself any longer I stood up, with my cock making a huge bulge in my pants. Rosy’s eyes grew wide, and her mouth gaped open. Her soft cheeks flushed as she stared at the bulge. I grinned in satisfaction.

  “Well, I hope you will enjoy your stay, and fulfil your duties,” I informed Rosy.

  Rosy nodded her head in agreement, unable to tear her eyes away from my stiff manhood. “Yes, Mr. Steele, I will fulfil my duties.”

  I took her chin in my hand, lifting her face up. “That’s very good, Rosy. This month will be the best you’ve ever had.” I traced my finger over her lips, and smiled. Rosy smiled back, her full lips juicy and soft. I desperately wanted to kiss her, to taste her, but I decided to wait.

  Reaching down for my phone, I dialed Alicia.

  “Hello, Mr. Steele?”

  “Hi, yes, Alicia. Cancel the room. I’m going with another plan.” I hung up the phone and winked at Rosy. It was time for the games to begin.

  Chapter 5

  Rosy

  The following morning, we got into Steele’s expensive Porsche. It was black with tinted windows, and the interior was supple red leather.

  “This is nice,” I said quietly. “I’ve never ridden in a really fancy car before.”

  ‘”Oh, but what about your dad’s van?”

  I frowned.

  Steele smiled gently. “Kidding,” he said. “It was a joke, Rosy.”

  As we drove, I couldn’t help but sneak a look at Steele. After all, the first time I saw Steele, I wasn’t really looking. I had been too worried about my dad to think much of the billionaire. But now I could see he was one of the sexiest men I’d ever seen. His eyes were as blue as sapphires and his dark hair was streaked with tasteful silver. It wasn’t just looks, though.

  It was attitude. Steele was cocky and smug, like a real man. Steele was no pimply high school boy. He was arrogant and filthy rich, and somehow, out of all the girls in the world, he wanted me. He’d bought me. I belonged to him.

  Well, for a month, anyway.

  Seeing his erection had been both exciting and scary. At the memory, I shivered, wondering what it would be like to feel that massive cock pressed against my body.

  Steele reached over and placed his hand on my thigh, sending waves of delight and arousal down my spine. I jumped slightly which made him grin.

  “Do you like that?” Steele looked over at me with a smirk. I inhaled sharply as his hand inched closer and closer to my crotch.

  “Yes,” I breathed. I wriggled in the leather seat, wondering just how far Steele would take things before we even arrived at the cabin.

  “Well good. Because when we get to the cabin, I’m going to do things to you that you’ve never dreamed of.” Steele’s piercing blue eyes bored into me. His words made me wet and I shivered and looked down at my hands. I couldn’t help but feel so drawn to him. Even though I’m his prisoner, I feel so connected and desperate for him. I feel weak, as if I can’t properly function unless he tells me what to do. And no matter how I try to distract myself, I want him. Very badly.

  I force myself to remember that I’m just a transaction, and he’ll be done with me at the end of the month. When I looked out the window, I saw that we had finally entered the woods. Trees surround every inch of the horizon, and dark shadows fall around us. I look over at Steele as we pull up to the cabin. Steele kills the engine and looks over at me. Even in the semi-darkness, I can see a gleam of lust in his eyes.

  “You like it?”

  “It’s definitely remote,” I said softly. It’s also beautiful, but I’m not telling Steele that. It sounds silly, but I’ve never been out of the desert before, and being in the forest is like something from a dream.

  Steele snickered and climbed out the car. Before I could move, Steele walked to my side and opened the door for me.

  “So, you’re a gentleman?” I asked.

  Steele smirked as he slammed the car door. “You could say that.”

  Steele unlocked the cabin door and I followed him inside. Inside, the cabin was quite beautiful, with dark oak walls and tiny windows. As we walked inside, Steele flicked on the lights. I gasped as I stared in awe at the beautiful cabin.

  “What do you think?” Steele asked as he took off his blazer.

  “It’s…it’s beautiful. I love the leather furniture,” I said as I ran my hand over the back of a leather recliner. “And the carpet feels so soft.”

  “Well, get comfortable. Because these four walls will be your prison,” Steele said. There was a wicked glint in his blue eyes that made me shiver.

  My mouth went dry – all I could do was nod.

  “Let’s go to the back, I want to show you something.” Steele took my hand and led me to the back of the cabin. He slid open a glass door and pointed outside to a beautiful pond.

  “You see that?”

  “The pond?”

  “Isn’t it beautiful?” Steele asked.

  “It is,” I admit.

  “But there’s another reason why I love it,” Steele continued. “Skinny-dipping”

  I flushed hotly. “You’re kidding!”

  “What?” Steele raised an eyebrow at me and a shiver ran down my back. “Don’t tell me you’ve never done it, Rosy. It’s quite fun.” He leaned closer and his cologne washed over me in a delicious wave. “And I think we could have a lot of fun doing it, too.”

  My mouth went dry and I swallowed hard before nodding.

  Steele turned to look at me. He stared for a moment before pulling me close. My heart began to pound and I felt my panties grow wet as he leaned closer..

  “You’ve got a lot to learn, Rosy,” Steele said in a low growl. “I hope you’re a good student.”

  I swallow hard and nod my head slowly.

  Steele leaned down and before I could figure out what he was doing, I was in the air, held safely in his arms. He carried me into the kitchen and I clung to his shoulders, inhaling the musky, rich scent of his body. Desire swelled inside of me and suddenly, I wondered when he would take me to bed.

  “So,” Steele said loudly, cutting into my thoughts. “How come a pretty girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend?”

  “I’ve always been shy,” I admitted. “I didn’t talk much in high school. And the boys were s gross…all they did was stare at my boobs and make animal noises.” My throat felt dry as Steele stared at me.

  Steele opened a cabinet and pulled out a jar of peanut butter and a loaf of bread. I frowned.

  “I thought I was cooking?”