The Billionaire's Student: A BBW, Alpha Billionaire Romance by Sana Chase Read Free Book Online

into the sides. My tub was a whirlpool! It took all my will power not to strip right then and there and jump into the sunken jacuzzi.
    The bathroom floor appeared to be marble, and the vanity counter matched it. A large shower, also marble, sat in the corner, and it looked big enough to hold several people, not that I ever wanted to have that much company when I showered. Upon closer inspection, I realized it had nozzles on the sides and a control panel to adjust the type of spray and the temperature. I could have my own personal spa day without ever leaving my bathroom!
    A knocking on my bedroom door interrupted my exploration, and I bounced out of the bathroom to answer it. I opened it to find a tall, bald older man standing behind a cart that resembled the luggage carts you always saw on television when rich people checked into posh hotels. My meager belongings sat forlornly on the bottom on the bottom of the gleaming brass carrier.
    “Here’s all of the bags and boxes I found in your car, Miss Darling.”
    “Thank you, Stephen. I appreciate it.”
    I opened the door wider to allow him room to push in the cart.
    “My pleasure, Miss.”
    Stephen wore the black and white suit usually associated with the driver of a fancy car. From what I’d seen, Mr. Weatherton very much liked to keep up appearances. Harold looked the very picture of a posh butler, Stephen wore what was expected of a chauffeur, and the cook had worn a plain grey dress with a white apron. I hadn’t seen any of the maids yet, but I imagined when I finally did see one, she’d be dressed in a maid’s uniform. The question was, just how formal would the uniform be? Considering what I’d seen, I expected the formal black and white frock.
    Honestly, the formality surprised me. Even though Mr. Weatherton was insanely rich, he was young, so I expected a more laid back attitude toward the staff instead of the starchiness associated with old money. I’d done a bit of research, so I knew that Jace Weatherton had made billions on tech inventions, but before he’d struck it rich, he’d been as poor as I was.
    Stephen unloaded my belongings and bowed slightly before wheeling the cart out of my room. “Welcome to your new home,” he said as he maneuvered the carrier through the door. “I hope you enjoy it here.”
    “Thank you.”
    I started unpacking and contemplating what I’d wear for dinner. Unfortunately, nothing I owned measured up. Even though Harold had said that dress for meals was casual, I had a feeling that Jace Weatherton’s idea of casual was much different than mine.

6 .
     
    After unpacking and putting away my stuff, I’d opted to take a shower because I felt a bit grimy. I got so lost in the warm pulsing jets of water that by the time I finally dragged myself away from the seemingly never ending stream of hot water, I discovered I was going to be late for dinner if I didn’t hurry. A little thrill shot through my body as the memory of what had happened the last time I was late flashed through my mind.
    The feeling of being bent over his desk while his powerful hand smacked against the bare flesh of my ass remained fresh in my mind even after weeks of absence. I could almost sense the outline of his hand on my bottom as I rushed out of the bathroom. As much as the memory of the spanking excited me, I decided I wasn’t quite ready to test his patience by being late twice in a row.
    I slid a pale, pink sundress over my head and quickly stepped into a pair of white, cotton panties. I frowned as I skimmed them up my legs and over my curvy hips. Despite the fact that I was inexperienced, I decided that my time wearing the plain underwear needed to come to an end.
    Whenever I received my first personal expenses check, I’d buy some new, slightly sexy panties. By no means did I intend to go full out slut, but I thought it wouldn’t hurt to invest in some lace.
    Grabbing the hair dryer from where I’d left it on the vanity, I plugged it in