Dominating Her Curves

There were 2 things that Renee Wheatley had a weakness for: raspberry crème brulee, and billionaire rock stars - rippling abs and bulging jeans included. Luckily, her new hotel job had both, though she suspected she’d only get her lips around one. After all, how many rock stars do you see spanking the curves of a full-figured girl like her?

Yet, when her eyes met HIS, his steely-wicked eyes, she could feel them undress her. ‘Could that have happened?’ she asked herself.  Well, she was sure as hell not going to find out. Finding out meant risking her job. She wasn’t the roguish son of a billionaire. She was working class. She was a ‘good girl’ who always played it safe.

On the other hand, how could she not find out? So, pretending to be room service, she went to him. He saw through her game immediately. She wanted to run out. He ordered her to stay. And scared to lose her job, she submitted to his strong will, allowing his hands to continue what his eyes had started.

Her time with him was the best of her life. She could never do it again, though. What if someone found out? But, what if he ordered her back? What would she do then? When the phone rang at her station, she learned that she would soon find out.