At the Billionaire's Pleasure (BDSM Billionaire Series) Read Free Page A

attractive as he was would never want a frump like her.
    Tears stung her eyes as she ran down the sidewalk. Flagging a cab she jumped into the backseat. Directions to her apartment were the only thing that stopped her from bursting into tears then and there.
    Flinging the money into the front seat she jumped out of the car the hem of her dress ripping up the back in her haste. Mortification ate at her as she struggled to keep her modesty intact in front of the driver. He leered at her as she fought to hold the skirt in place. David still had her panties. If she flashed the driver he would get a full and complete view of her ass.
    Draping her coat around her lower half, Carrie shuffled into the building and up the stairs to her apartment. Making it inside the door she collapsed in a heap on the floor and began to cry. Her sobs were loud and pitiful. Tears ran down her face and dripped onto her blouse. If she hadn’t seen Richard she might have felt a little differently.
    He had only just left how could he have moved on so quickly? Did he really care so little for her that he would do that? Brushing her hand across her eyes it came away wet. How was she supposed to go to dinner with Ashcroft? He aroused her so much and she wanted him. But there was no way that he wanted her in the same way. Yes she had felt his erection but everyman would have an erection faced with a wet and willing woman bent over their desk.
    Shame burned her face as she thought back on her behaviour. How could she have embarrassed herself so much? She should have controlled herself better. And then to give David her panties. What must he think of her?
    Carrie held her face in her hands. The sound of her intercom buzzing made her jump. Standing she scrubbed the tears from her face and answered the insistent buzz.
    “Package for a Miss C. Grant.” The man’s voice sounded fuzzy through the technology. Carrie swallowed. It seemed Ashcroft wasn’t kidding when he said he would have her clothes messengered over.
    “Come in.” Carrie’s voice was brusque as she checked her face in the mirror. Her skin was blotchy and flushed from her tears. She didn’t have time to think about it though. A knock on the door told her that the messenger was outside.
    Opening the door she signed for the package and took it inside. The man didn’t give her a second glance. The moment he had her signature he was bounding down the stairs once more.
    Carrie carried the package into her bedroom and set it down. It was quite heavy which surprised her. Opening the ribbons and lifting the lid from the black box she stared in bewilderment down at the contents. There was no way she would wear this. It wasn’t in the least bit suitable.
    A red lace corset sat on the top of the box. A smaller box contained a pair of black boots in her size. How did he know? Beneath it she discovered was a long leather skirt in black. The skirt had the longest slit Carrie had ever seen running up the length of it. It would leave nothing to the imagination she realised. A note lay at the bottom of the box. It was scrawled neatly in Ashcroft’s handwriting and she recognised it immediately.
    “No panties.”
    She blushed as she realised just what the skirt would reveal if she didn’t wear any knickers. Shaking her head she undressed and headed into the shower. She would need all the hours between now and seven to prepare.
     
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    Ten to seven and Carrie sat on the edge of her bed in her silk robe. She couldn’t go through with it. She had tried to get the corset on but she couldn’t reach the lacing on the back to tie it up. It was pointless she wasn’t cut out for this type of thing. Anyway, the corset had no sleeves and there was no way that she was going out with her arms exposed.
    She hugged herself with one arm as she picked up the wine glass and gulped down the remains of the alcohol. Her first glass had turned into a second and now she was feeling a little unsteady.
    The intercom