Page 8 of The Billionaire’s Secret Twins (Love for the Holidays #11)

Angie

I run so fast out of Mr. Masters’s suite that I must look like a crazy woman. One of the maids on staff stops me in the hall, her expression alarmed.

“Are you okay, Ms. White?” she asks, eyes wide. “What’s wrong?”

I manage to collect myself before shooting her a calm smile.

“I’m okay! Sorry, I heard over the airwaves that there was a leak in one of the bathrooms, and I wanted to get there before it floods,” I reply, patting the walkie talkie strapped to my waist.

“Oh of course,” the young maid says, stepping out of my path immediately. “That’s an emergency! Don’t let me get in your way.”

I nod and start walking briskly again, but my mind’s not on the fake leak. At least, not that kind of leak because what I saw wasn’t a leak. It was beautiful waterfall caused by my gorgeous employer, groaning and straining as he emptied his dick in the shower.

I pause again, staring at the floor while breathing hard because the imagery is so sexy and overwhelming.

Dominic Masters is a god. He was tall, broad, and huge, and so virile too, with streams of seed that seemed endless.

He blasted while shouting his pleasure, and the fact is that I came too.

I was touching myself beneath my skirt, and my fingers played with the sensitive folds of my pussy when climax came for me.

To be sure, my cries were thin and reedy compared to the alpha male’s roars.

“Dominic!” I panted. “Mmm, yes, touch me there!”

But danger lurked and as soon as I came back to my senses, I rushed out of the master suite. I don’t think Dominic noticed me at all because he was obviously lost in male pleasure, his shouts ringing in the small bathroom.

But now, I’ve seen my handsome employer masturbating, and nothing can erase the image from my mind, from his dark hair and bronzed skin, to the heavy thighs and pure fuckpower of his ten-inch shaft.

What would it be like to have that in my pussy?

What would it feel like to come on his penis, my internal walls squeezing his cock and milking it of all that delicious spunk?

What would it feel like to have his semen dripping from me at all hours of the day, a special secret that only I’m aware of?

I’d love to find out, but it’s a pipe dream because I’m the man’s housekeeper. Dominic Masters is a powerful billionaire, whereas I’m the woman who literally cleans his office and sweeps his floors. Obviously, I’m completely out of touch with reality, and my shoulders slump with disappointment.

At that moment, the walkie talkie at my belt crackles to life, and lo and behold, but it’s the boss himself.

“Angela,” Dominic’s deep voice sounds. “Can you come by for a sec?”

I grab the handheld and hold it to my lips, my heart racing again. Oh god, I wish I could control my reaction to this man, but I can’t, and struggle to sound normal.

“Yes, certainly sir. Shall I meet you in your home office? Or the library?”

Static sounds for a moment, but then his voice comes across loud and clear.

“No, in my suite please. Thanks.”

With that, he hangs up and I’m left flustered and alone in the hallway. Oh my god, did he see me in the master suite just now? Does he know that I watched him shower, lusting after that virile male form? Does he ...?

Stop , the head in my voice warns. Just play it by ear. If he knows, then so be it, because there’s nothing you can do about it now.

Little comfort that is! But the voice is right, and with my heart fluttering, I make a u-turn and slowly, head back to Mr. Masters’ bedroom. Once there, I knock tentatively on the massive wooden slab.

“Mr. Masters?” I call in what I hope is a normal-sounding voice. “It’s Angela.”

“Come,” he growls.

I open the door slowly, and the sight that greets me is even more disconcerting than expected.

The boss is standing in the middle of the room, huge and masculine .

.. and he’s not dressed . Instead, his massive form is still damp from the shower, and he’s got a white towel wrapped around his waist as he rubs at his hair with another towel.

My eyes go wide at seeing those six pack abs, and my thighs squeeze together with a wobbly ache.

But Mr. Masters is totally unconcerned about his nudity.

“Hey,” he greets. “Thanks for coming so fast.”

Coming so fast? What does that mean? Is that a double entendre because he saw me in the mirror? Nonetheless, I smile weakly and nod.

“Um sure,” I say faint voice. My heart’s beating a mile a minute, and my knees are weak. But I force myself to straighten and smile. “How can I help you, Mr. Masters?”

He stops rubbing at his wet hair, and lowers his arms to shoot me a gleaming smile.

“Well, you did so great with the party last night that I thought I’d put you to work again. No rest for the weary, and all that,” he smirks.

I manage to keep my cool despite the fact that my heart’s practically jumping out of my chest now.

“It’s not a problem. I’m happy to help in whatever way I can.”

He nods, a bit distracted.

“So I have another party –” he begins.

“On it,” I say, pulling out my phone. “When, where, and how many people are you expecting? Shall I use the same caterers, or would you prefer someone different? Or if you’d like a different style of food, I can look into that as well.

I hear that Scandinavian hors d'oeuvres are having a moment, and I could order some platters for your party. Mrs. Goodyear will know of a good source, or maybe she’d even make them herself. ”

Dominic smirks again.

“No, I’m not hosting the event. I’m going to an event.”

I pause, a bit confused.

“Oh, of course,” I say, my fingers poised to take notes on my phone. “Did you need your tux pressed? Or a boutonniere? Or a corsage for your date?”

Oh my god, I sound so lame! Boutonniere? Corsage? Why am I acting like he’s going to high school prom? If the ground opened up and swallowed me right now, I’d be grateful.

But Dominic shoots me another gleaming grin.

“No, actually I was hoping that you’d accompany me to the event, Miss White. And if you’d like a corsage, I can certainly arrange it.”

I stare at the handsome man, my jaw practically on the ground.

“I’m sorry?” I say in a stunned tone. “What did you say?”

Dominic begins toweling his hair off again, like nothing’s the matter.

“I said that I’d like you to accompany me to the event. It’s a fundraiser for the symphony, actually, and the gala is filled with good food, good tunes and good times.”

Immediately, I begin shaking my head.

“Oh no, I couldn’t,” I say quickly. “I know nothing about classical music, and I don’t have a dress—”

“Don’t worry about your attire, Miss White,” Dominic drawls. “I can get you a dress for the event. Several, in fact, so that you can have a selection to choose from. But the gala’s this Friday, so I’m afraid there isn’t much time to prepare. So you’ll go?”

I stare at him, my mouth opening and closing silently like a gaping fish. Then, before I realize it, I speak.

“Um, sure,” I manage in a weak voice. “I’d love to.”

“Perfect,” he replies with a grin. “I’ll have my personal shopper get in touch with you. Now, if you’ll excuse me?” he says, one hand at the waistband of his towel. “I need to get ready.”

Immediately, I leap into action.

“Oh sorry! Um yes, I’ll give you your privacy.” Then, I dart from the room so fast that I can almost hear Dominic’s deep chuckle echoing behind me.

Once I’m in the safety of the darkened hallway, I pause to get my bearings as my heart hammers like a drum in my ears. What in the world just happened? Did Dominic Masters just ask me out on a date?

It’s not a date , the voice in my head says scornfully. He probably just doesn’t want to go to the trouble of bringing a woman that he knows. You know, a woman who’d have designs on him, and who wants something long-term.

That makes me draw up short. Of course. That’s the answer.

Dominic Masters is looking for a no-strings solution.

He doesn’t want to go to the gala stag, but he also doesn’t want to have some woman clinging to his arm because she’s praying for a relationship.

As a result, he invited me because I’m just someone on his payroll.

There’s no way I could hope for those things from him.

Still, even knowing the truth, I can’t help but feel excited. I’m going to a fancy party with a handsome billionaire who makes me go soft and wet inside ... and somehow, I know this event isn’t as simple as it seems.