My White Billionaire Bundle (BWWM Billionaire Romance) by Claire Fenton Page B

turned a corner and found a staircase leading down. I descended into the maze of hallways beneath the Regal Tower.

    After several panicked minutes of running around, I saw a door flanked by two very stern looking men wearing suits and sunglasses. I approached, putting on my friendliest face. “Hi, I’m looking for Mr. Stannis. My name is Tina, I’m with the hotel.” I extended my hand to one of the men.

    They both looked down at my hand, then looked at each other. One of them opened the door a crack and spoke into the room. Then he motioned me towards it.

    “Thank you,” I said, walking into the room. Finally, something was going my way. I’d show Denise and Maggie. This was going to be a great summer.

    It was a bathroom, unmarked on the outside. A large porcelain and gold vanity was against one wall, the entirety of which was a mirror. I could also see a toilet, biddy and sauna.

    Leaning up against the vanity was Mr. Stannis. He was wearing a button up suit shirt and nothing else. His back was thick with powerful muscles, his arms like corded steel ropes. His ass was stunning, with just a light downy coating of hair. His legs were like tree trunks, long and stalwart.

    “I don’t recognize you,” he said. He looked at me through the mirror. Impeccably trimmed black hair and dark brown eyes, the kind you could get lost in. His voice was deep, powerful in some way.

    “I’m new. It’s my first day,” I said, smiling broadly.

    He turned to face me. His manhood swung through the air with the motion, hanging low between his legs. He was huge.  

    I tore my eyes off it, but too late.

    “What can I do for you, New?” he said.

    “No, sorry. My name is Tina. Uhh,” I said, trying to keep my cool. Was this normal?

    “Is that for me?” he said, picking up a watch from the vanity and putting it on.

    “Yes, Denise from the front desk asked me to bring it down,” I said, unfolding it and taking out the piece of paper.

    “She asked you?” he said, looking at me.

    “Yes, it’s the-“ I said.

    “You’re sure she asked you?” he said.

    I swallowed. “Yes?” I said.

    “Because Denise isn’t the kind of person who asks. Did she ask you to do this or did she tell you to do this?” he said, walking over to me. His lack of concern over his nakedness was incredible. I’d known guys who were confident, but that was a facade compared to this. This man was an alpha in all things.

    “She told me,” I said meekly.  

    He took my chin in his hand and looked down at me. He was an easy eight inches taller than me. I could smell his cologne, something like vanilla and sandalwood. “New, when you deal with me, you speak with accuracy and precision. I won’t be pleased with anything else. Do you want me to be displeased?”

    “No, sir.” I swallowed. “I just want to make you happy.”

    “Good girl. My life is very stressful, New. When I come to New York, I like to unwind. The Regal is like an oasis from the shark pool that is the rest of my life,” he said, walking closer.  

    I took a step backwards and my back hit the door. I gasped as I felt him brush up against the front of my skirt, his prick getting hard. I moaned, not able to control myself. I could feel my pussy getting wet, leaking my juices to form a damp spot on the front of my panties.

    “Mr. Stannis, I don’t want to lose my job!” I said. I wanted to give the image of propriety, but my deceit was uncovered as he put his thumb against my lips.

    “Open your mouth and suck,” he said. There was a strong power to his voice, an authority. He had a brazen masculine quality that would not be denied.

    I don’t know what came over me. I opened my mouth to take it in, tasting his thick digit. I wrapped my lips around it, sucking it. I lightly bit down on it, imagining it was his cock between my lips.

    “Good girl, New. Good girls do as they’re told. Good girls are rewarded,” he said, leaning down to speak into my ear, his