As My Billionaire Desires

The whole day had passed with seeing Henri again. It wasn’t until after dinner that I saw him next. It was in his office, and what I saw froze me in my tracks.

As I entered the dimly lit room, I found Henri sitting at his desk. The desk lamp put him in silhouette emphasizing the strong angles of his body. And placed beside him in a position that anyone could see, was a black paddle. It was the same black paddle that I had performed with in the saloon. Somehow it was now laid next to him as if he had been waiting for me.

‘Had he seen me? Had he been watching?’ I wondered. ‘And what was he planning on doing next?’

My heart raced in exhilaration. I was scared, but I didn’t want to run. I could barely breathe, but I couldn’t stop moving forward. I couldn’t stop walking toward him.

“Hello,” I said trying my best to sound courageous.

He turned slowly as if he knew that I would be standing there. “Ezie, is it?”

I stopped a few steps from him. “Yes.”

“I was told to expect a Christine. Do you know what happened to her?” he asked in a sultry, confident accent.

“She died,” I retorted. “But I needed a place to stay so I came instead.”

“You’ve made yourself quite at home here,” he said, his bright eyes shining in the dim light.

“Well, it’s a beautiful place. If you’re not going to use it, someone should.”

“That is very presumptuous of you,” he chastised in his sexy French accent. “Do you know what happens to presumptuous little girls?”

My breath hitched as my eyes darted toward the paddle. I knew what he was planning on doing and I wanted it.

“Why do you have pressed flowers on your wall?” I asked trying to hide my excited terror.

Henri stood, took hold of the paddle and moved behind me causing his body heat to wash over me.

“These are the plants that I acquired,” he explained his harm hand touching my bare thigh. My chest heaved.