At His Word: The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Part 6 by Delilah Fawkes Page A

said, grinning. “Now cum for me, Isa.”
    He squeezed my ass, grinding me down harder, and I
gave in, letting go right then and there, trembling in his arms as my orgasm
crashed over me. I think I called out his name, my fingernails digging into his
shoulders as I shuddered against him, my pussy clenching again and again.
    I was grinning when I finally came back down to
earth. Mr. Drake cocked an eyebrow at me.
    “I think I’m going to need some fresh panties
before I meet your mother.”
    He kissed my lips and smirked at me. “I’ll have
the driver stop on the way.”

 
    ***

 
    Mr. Drake and I met Lex and Veronica in the lobby.
I tried not to glare at the owner of the high, breathy voice I’d heard earlier
from my position under the desk. The Future Mrs. Drake was a thin, icy blonde
with a lip glossed smile glued onto her face. It faltered when she saw me step
out of the elevator, but snapped back like rubber when she saw Mr. Drake. Lex
was leaning against a marble column, looking positively bored. His black eyes
twinkled when he saw me, his grin making me blush.
    “Chasey, about time! I was starting to think you
forgot about me.” Veronica pouted, crossing her arms over her pink sheath
dress, her diamond necklace shifting against her throat.
    “Veronica, I’d like you to meet my assistant, Isabeau.
Isabeau, Veronica. Our families have known each other since we were children.”
    I shook her hand more firmly than I should have,
forcing a smile. “Pleasure to meet you.”
    “Yes, well,” she said, looking me up and down.
“When are we leaving, Chasey? Are you driving?”
    “Isabeau and I will be making a quick stop before
we arrive. Lex, would you please take Ms. Chambers in your car?”
    “Before we arrive?” Veronica raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her cool blue eyes
narrowing.
    “Yes. Isa will be escorting me this evening. I
hope my mother didn’t mislead you, Veronica. I said I would attend, but never
made any definite arrangements.”
    I looked up at Mr. Drake. His face was a blank
mask; his emotions unreadable. Veronica ran a hand over her coiffure, and stood
a little straighter.
    “Of course. No problem at all. I’ll see you
there.”
    Mr. Drake took my hand and placed it in the crook
of his arm before leading me out to the parking lot. His hand closed over mine,
and my skin tingled at the touch. The gesture was so gentlemanly... so protective . I felt
my cheeks heating in the crisp night air.
    “Do you think she was disappointed?”
    I smiled at him as he opened the car door for me.
    “I can guarantee it,” he said, his lips twitching
into a half grin.
    I slid into my seat and straightened my skirt
against the leather, my heart fluttering at the fact that this man had just
chosen me over someone like that. Maybe I had nothing to worry about. Maybe
this mysterious man meant exactly what he said when he claimed I was his.

 
    ***

 
    The Bentley’s headlights shone on a large,
wrought-iron gate, leading to the biggest house I’d ever seen in my life. It
actually looked like Mr. Darcy’s manor from the Colin Firth version of Pride
and Prejudice--a sprawling construction that looked more like an ancient castle
than anywhere an American family would live. We were at the top of a hill, the
Drake estate tucked back away from the other wealthy residences, their window-covered
walls glinting in the moonlight as we drove past.
    Mr. Drake rolled down his window and pressed the intercom
button. “Chase Drake.”
    “Nice to see you again, Sir,” piped the voice
through the speaker. There was a quick buzz, and then the gates rolled to the
side, allowing entrance to the grounds.
    I sank into my seat, the enormity of what I was
about to do overwhelming me. I was about to enter a party in Mr. Drake’s
childhood home. I was about to meet his mother. Suddenly, it was too hot in the
car, my body sweating beneath the designer clothing he’d chosen for me. Would
she approve of me for her son?