Demanding. Assertive. Discrete. I imagined his voice reading this email to me, and again it just made me want him even more. Still, there didn't seem to be anything there about how he felt, just that he wanted to talk about what happened and soon. That could be good or it could be bad. He hadn't outright said it was a mistake, but he also didn't say that it wasn't.
I sighed. I guess I'd have no choice but to entertain myself at a billionaire's apartment. As I looked around at his limo again, I knew that things could be much worse.
Chapter 11
The limo drove me through the darkening streets of the city, finally stopping at a brick building with a green awning and a doorman. It didn't scream wealth, yet I knew that he probably paid a fortune for his apartment. There was a simple beauty to it that I appreciated.
The doorman helped me out of the limo, took my bag, and escorted me up to James' penthouse without a word of explanation on my part. Once there, he showed me how to call him downstairs if I needed anything before disappearing as only I imagined servants could do.
When he left, I pulled off my boots and set my coat, hat and scarf on the back of the couch and walked through the apartment. It was basically exactly how I imagined a billionaire's apartment to be. It was a loft, with high ceilings and tall windows that looked out across all of Boston. I could see the skyline lit against dark clouds and twinkling with a thousand different lights.
I wandered around, peaking in his refrigerator, examining his things. Snooping. But there wasn’t much to snoop. I had the distinct impression that he spent most of his time back at his office and very little of it here.
My socks slipped quietly on the beautiful wooden floors as I wandered, looking at James' simple, yet elegant decorations. Everything was utilitarian. It was obvious he didn't spend much time here, and I could understand that given his business. There was a white couch in front of a fireplace and a television hanging on the wall. The kitchen was full of all-new appliances, granite counter tops, and an assortment of fancy wines.
I explored further. Really, all I was doing was making sure he didn't have some kinky dungeon room, like I had recently read about. Still, I thought, I'd have to baby proof this place at some point. I giggled at the thought, telling myself that I would make sure not to say such things around James. My stomach did a flip flop, unsure if it was excited, turned on, or nervous about telling James about a baby.
A side room contained two guitars, a bass guitar, and a drum set, along with a full set of microphones. Two huge amps were set up in the two far corners, and a rack of folding chairs was in the corner. That was interesting, I thought. I couldn't recall James mentioning music, not since that one day before our parents were even married, but he had been gone a lot while I was in high school. Maybe there were some things I didn't know about James.
Next, there was a weight room with a treadmill, a bench, and plenty of dumbbells. All top of the line stuff. I thought about his abs and pecs, how fit they had felt under my fingertips, and realized he must do a daily workout in here at the minimum to maintain his perfect form.
In the bedroom, there was a huge bed, with messy white sheets thrown everywhere. It was the only place that looked particularly live
d in. A couple of dressers stood like silent, white sentinels against the wall. Only the bed was messy. Everything else was immaculately clean.
The bathroom was my favorite part of his place. A giant bathtub took up the corner and wonderfully naughty thoughts of using it with James filled my head. But it was the shower, with dual shower heads and more space than my entire bathroom at home, that caught my attention. I thought of when I had walked in on him in his bedroom the other day. The water dripping down his muscled chest, running off his cock. He hadn't even bothered to cover himself. I was suddenly very hot and bothered.
After I had examined everything that I could, I sprawled on the couch, staring at the sky through the tall windows until it turned entirely dark and night fell. I figured I was too nervous to nap, though I needed one. I thought about getting naked for him, though I didn't think I could handle the embarrassment if he rejected me now. The image of him laughing at me made me go cold. I needed him to look at me like he had today. I craved it. I kept lifting my sweater up just a little bit, feeling my tummy, though I knew I'd have to stop doing that.
The idea that I could be pregnant with James' baby was glorious and terrifying. I loved, and was turned on by the idea of having his offspring growing within me. I touched my stomach, wondering if our child would have his eyes, ignoring the little voice inside my head telling me it was way more complicated than that. I didn't want to listen to that little voice tell me that James might not be so excited or how our parents would react.
I fished around in my pocket for the slip of paper that he had handed back to me. The IOU that had brought me here. The words seemed to take on new meaning now.
TO ALLIE
FROM JAMES
Merry Christmas!
IOU one present
The present that he had just given me was a present for both of us. I was sure I was pregnant, and that I was going to give him the greatest gift of all. A new family for a billionaire, and I couldn't think of anyone better to start it with him than the girl he lived with.
At least that was what I kept telling myself.
This was a mistake, I thought to myself. A mistake to let him talk me into coming here. He's going to have all the time he needs to talk himself into thinking this was a terrible idea, or will just never come home tonight, or...
Then I heard him at the door.
I stood up. The room had grown dark, and aside from a light in the entrance way and the orange light from the streetlamp out the windows, everything was shadows. I walked towards the door as it opened, nervously swallowing down my worries.
James came in, kicked the door shut behind him, and started pulling off his coat as he walked towards me in long, purposeful strides. The violence of his entrance started me.
“James, I-”
He cut me off with his kiss, still as harsh as it had been in his office. Any thoughts that things were anything but perfect between us melted away as I parted my lips and returned his kiss. His hands immediately went for the bottom of my sweater. I lifted my arms up and let him pull it off, mostly because I was afraid he'd literally tear it off me if I didn't.
When I was free of my sweater, I looked at his face. His eyes were fixed on my body, with an uncontrollable and insatiable hunger behind them. In another moment, one hand moved to my side, grasping me as the other hand undid my bra. With a practiced skill, he undid the clasps with a single motion, letting my breasts fall free. His pupils dilated.