Everything He Fears (Bookkeeper for the Billionaire #2)
Author: Thalia Frost

“Well, you didn’t tell me I needed a passport.” I growled the words as I settled into a plush leather seat on Rock Weldon’s private jet.

“Yes, my mistake. I had my mind on other things, but all’s well now.” He gave me a tight smile, his handsome face grim.

He’d had his driver, Mr. Forrester, ferry us back to my place at top speed to retrieve the passport.

“Good thing I had one, or I wouldn’t be going with you.” I glared at him from my seat near the other window across the aisle. I’d chosen it on purpose because I was pissed. He’d had a minor fit when he’d realized I didn’t have the document.

“Yes, I guess it is. Even I make mistakes…but not often.” He stared out the window and pushed a button on the armrest of the seat. Rock barked a command to his pilot. “What the hell is going on? Let’s get out of here. I have things to do.”

“Yes sir. We’ll be taking off in five minutes. I’m sorry for the delay, Mr. Weldon.”

“Good. Make it so.”

I’d already gotten used to Rock Weldon’s dictatorial tone—almost. But how would a billionaire who ran a successful company not be used to getting his way all the time?

I glanced out my own window, a small bit of dread growing in the pit of my stomach. Was this how I wanted to spend the next 365 days? With a man I didn’t know—a hot, wealthy man, sure—but a total stranger?

As if he’d read my mind, Rock spoke. “Lacey, I need you over here next to me.”

My breath whooshed out. I thought of what he’d done to me in the limo on the ride over. “For what?” I arched a brow.

“To sign your contract so I can pay you soon.” He grinned, and the effect was predatory.

I shivered, my mind on other things I thought he might have wanted to do. “Right.”

I sidled over to him just as the plane started to roll slowly. He handed me a paper contract he’d pulled from his briefcase at his side. I read over it. Everything appeared to be in order. I signed it quickly, noting the date a year from today when our agreement would be over.

“Mr. Weldon, is there anything I can get you? We’ll be taking off in one minute.” The plane was already picking up speed. It was a smooth taxi, like none I’d ever experienced. The gleaming surfaces of the jet promised that much. The voice that had come out of the speaker bothered me. It was too smooth, too attractive and way too female.

“No, Nadia. We’re fine. Check back after we’re in the air.”

I frowned. He hadn’t even asked me if I wanted anything or not. That wasn’t surprising. The jet raced along until lift off. I bit my lip.

“Who was that?”

“Nadia Nargent.”

“Okay.” I dragged the word out in a sarcastic tone.

“She’s an ex-girlfriend of mine. Now she’s a stewardess on an as needed basis for me.” He stared at me, unblinking.

“Oh. Your ex?”

“Yes, one of them.” He looked down at his cell phone.

A frisson of jealousy ran through me.

One of them. I’m sure there have been many.

I longed to ask so many more questions. The way Nadia’s voice had sounded…like a purr, made me feel crazy with jealousy, even though I hardly knew the man next to me. I remembered the feel of his c**k in my mouth and his lips against mine, though.

I squirmed in my seat, aroused.

“Eleven hours until landing in Venice.”

“Wow.”

“It’s quite a trip. Have you ever been?”

I laughed. As if. I’d been unemployed for the last three months until I’d met him the night before at a party. “No.”

“It’s lovely and romantic.” He threatened to suck me into his green eyes.

“I’m sure it is.” I struggled for breath.

He gazed back down at his phone. “I’m sorry. I have work to do. Calls to make, and I need some privacy.”

I started. “Really?”

“Yes. I just hired you.”

“What about trust?” I threw the question he’d asked me upon our first meeting back at him.

“It’s developing.”

“Fine. Then let me in on your conversations. I doubt they’ll be very interesting anyway.” I smirked and leaned a bit closer to him.

“You’d be surprised.” The smile was gone from his face now.

There was something he wasn’t tell me. Then again, perhaps the life of a billionaire CEO was like this—tense and stressful. Duh.

“I’m ready for anything,” I whispered, locking gazes with him.

“Show me.”

I glanced down at his lap. He was hard.

“I need you. I need some relief. Screw the work for now.” He spit the words out, and wetness pooled between my legs. It was like he had me trained to take his commands, and I’d only just met him. And he’d come once earlier. He obviously had a high libido.

I lowered my gaze, waiting for his lead. I didn’t mind letting him take control. In fact, I was learning to enjoy it.

“Stand up and walk across the aisle. Lean over on the armrest there, ass toward me. Take the shorts off. Leave the panties on.” His voice was laced with steel.

I shivered as I did as he’d said to do. I let my shorts fall to the floor and bent over, sticking my ass out. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying no one was watching us. Somehow I trusted him that they weren’t. I waited for a minute, feeling vulnerable until I heard a whisper of clothing.

“When we get to Venice, we’ll have some real fun,” he whispered, suddenly behind me, hands warm on my hips. He squeezed them so hard I winced. Then he tugged my underwear down. His breath came in sharp gasps.

My ni**les hardened in response to his aggressiveness.

“Take your shirt off now.”

I pulled it off. He couldn’t touch me fast enough for my liking.

“Mr. Weldon?” A female voice purred over the loud speaker.

“What?” he barked, his hand between my thighs.

“Would you like some refreshments now?” There was a catty note in the stewardess’s voice.

She knows what’s going on.

The thought gave me pleasure, and I closed my eyes as his fingers moved to my bottom. He spread me out.

“No. Don’t bother us again. I’ll let you know if I want anything.” Rock barked the words out, and I shivered.

“Well, you told her to check back,” I whispered, my breath catching as I felt something warm and oily slide down my crack. At the same moment, the plane rose into the air.

Is he really going to do that first? We haven’t even slept together.

“It’s not a good time, though, is it? I’m busy. Really busy.” He grabbed my hair in his fist and pulled me back against him, his c**k pressed against my ass.