An Heir For The Billionaire: His Every Command (Part One) (A BDSM And Domination Erotic Romance Novelette) (2nd Edition) by Bethany Rousseau Page B
Authors: Bethany Rousseau
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cutting me off.
“Jasmine, so I heard. My name is Randall. Would you like to join me for dinner? I was heading out for something to eat when my car cut out.” He held out his hand and I shook it, feeling the warmth and strength of his grasp. I glanced at Matthew, who was still, somehow, hovering nearby, looking both defeated and hopeful all at once.
“I would love to have dinner with you, Randall. I will insist on you providing me with the big glass of wine you mentioned.” I glanced at my now-ex boyfriend. “What are you waiting for, you idiot? Go buy yourself a new damned phone so you can hook up with that stupid slut.” I watched as Matthew stared at me for a moment longer in shock and disappointment before walking away defeated and half-naked. I smiled to myself, satisfied with the effect of accepting the date and trashing my ex’s phone. Randall took my arm and I felt myself blushing again, just a little bit, at the courtly courtesy.
“Allow me to lead the way, Jasmine. I know just the place.”
Chapter Two
When we arrived at the destination that Randall had in mind, I was more than a little startled. I had realized that Randall was obviously well-to-do, between the expensive clothes and the limousine; but the restaurant we stopped outside of was one of the most exclusive places in the city. It was insanely expensive, and even with the price there was supposedly a waitlist of three months or more to book a reservation. I was not even remotely dressed up enough for a place as grand as that. I glanced at Randall, who was watching me take in the entrance of the restaurant, looking patient and not at all concerned that I wasn’t moving forward. “Are you serious?” I asked him incredulously. “They’ll never let me in, and even if they would, do you even have a reservation?” Randall smiled slowly, looking me over with more than a little heat in his gaze.
“Jasmine, I have a standing reservation here, there will be no problem with that. As to your outfit, you’d be surprised at how little people will notice it. You’re in a dress; your shoes are nice enough; no one working here will care much more than that. Plenty of wealthy people show up in much more casual attire.” I swallowed, wondering at his cavalier attitude. I told myself that if he was just trying to impress me, he’d clearly fall flat on his face doing it, which at least would provide some entertainment value. If he was telling the truth, I couldn’t help but be intrigued. I had never known anyone who had the clout to have a standing reservation at an exclusive restaurant; while this would certainly be the only date I ever had with the man, if he was being honest with me, it would give me a good story.
“Well,” I said, glancing from the entrance of the restaurant to my date. “I suppose we’ll see, won’t we?” Randall smiled again, stepping away from my side to open the door for me. I suppressed my sense of unease and walked through the door of the restaurant, feeling Randall’s sleeve brush against me as he followed.
The restaurant was surprisingly quiet; I could hear that the patrons were talking, but it was done in politely muted tones, creating a low hum that was a pleasant accompaniment to the smells of cooking food that rode the air. Inhaling, I took in exotic spices, seafood, searing meat, and things I couldn’t even identify. I turned and watched Randall approach the modest, elegant hostess desk situated only a few feet from the front door. The woman behind it smiled broadly but politely when she saw him. “Good evening, Randall. It’s nice to see you in again; your usual table is ready.” The woman turned to me and gave me a less broad but still polite smile. “If you’ll follow me, ma’am; Randall already knows his way, I’m sure.” Randall chuckled and gestured for me to precede him. I followed as the hostess led us through the restaurant. The scents intensified as
“Jasmine, so I heard. My name is Randall. Would you like to join me for dinner? I was heading out for something to eat when my car cut out.” He held out his hand and I shook it, feeling the warmth and strength of his grasp. I glanced at Matthew, who was still, somehow, hovering nearby, looking both defeated and hopeful all at once.
“I would love to have dinner with you, Randall. I will insist on you providing me with the big glass of wine you mentioned.” I glanced at my now-ex boyfriend. “What are you waiting for, you idiot? Go buy yourself a new damned phone so you can hook up with that stupid slut.” I watched as Matthew stared at me for a moment longer in shock and disappointment before walking away defeated and half-naked. I smiled to myself, satisfied with the effect of accepting the date and trashing my ex’s phone. Randall took my arm and I felt myself blushing again, just a little bit, at the courtly courtesy.
“Allow me to lead the way, Jasmine. I know just the place.”
Chapter Two
When we arrived at the destination that Randall had in mind, I was more than a little startled. I had realized that Randall was obviously well-to-do, between the expensive clothes and the limousine; but the restaurant we stopped outside of was one of the most exclusive places in the city. It was insanely expensive, and even with the price there was supposedly a waitlist of three months or more to book a reservation. I was not even remotely dressed up enough for a place as grand as that. I glanced at Randall, who was watching me take in the entrance of the restaurant, looking patient and not at all concerned that I wasn’t moving forward. “Are you serious?” I asked him incredulously. “They’ll never let me in, and even if they would, do you even have a reservation?” Randall smiled slowly, looking me over with more than a little heat in his gaze.
“Jasmine, I have a standing reservation here, there will be no problem with that. As to your outfit, you’d be surprised at how little people will notice it. You’re in a dress; your shoes are nice enough; no one working here will care much more than that. Plenty of wealthy people show up in much more casual attire.” I swallowed, wondering at his cavalier attitude. I told myself that if he was just trying to impress me, he’d clearly fall flat on his face doing it, which at least would provide some entertainment value. If he was telling the truth, I couldn’t help but be intrigued. I had never known anyone who had the clout to have a standing reservation at an exclusive restaurant; while this would certainly be the only date I ever had with the man, if he was being honest with me, it would give me a good story.
“Well,” I said, glancing from the entrance of the restaurant to my date. “I suppose we’ll see, won’t we?” Randall smiled again, stepping away from my side to open the door for me. I suppressed my sense of unease and walked through the door of the restaurant, feeling Randall’s sleeve brush against me as he followed.
The restaurant was surprisingly quiet; I could hear that the patrons were talking, but it was done in politely muted tones, creating a low hum that was a pleasant accompaniment to the smells of cooking food that rode the air. Inhaling, I took in exotic spices, seafood, searing meat, and things I couldn’t even identify. I turned and watched Randall approach the modest, elegant hostess desk situated only a few feet from the front door. The woman behind it smiled broadly but politely when she saw him. “Good evening, Randall. It’s nice to see you in again; your usual table is ready.” The woman turned to me and gave me a less broad but still polite smile. “If you’ll follow me, ma’am; Randall already knows his way, I’m sure.” Randall chuckled and gestured for me to precede him. I followed as the hostess led us through the restaurant. The scents intensified as
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