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

Weatherton’s close proximity, I thought it best if I didn’t let my curiosity get the better of me.
    My exploration uncovered quite a few lavishly decorated rooms. I found a library, several sitting rooms, an extravagant number of bathrooms, and an open room I assumed must be a ballroom, a small theater room, a game room, and a gym.
    The discovery of the game room rather amused me as I just could not visualize Jace Weatherton playing arcade games or a game of pool, not to mention that the brightly lit and decorated room seemed quite out of place in the lavish mansion. Besides the fact, if Mr. Weatherton had a gym and a room full of arcade games and game tables, then what exactly did he have in his private rec room?

7 .
     
    The first couple of weeks went by in a blur as I settled into my new routine. Mr. Weatherton had set up a small office for me in a little room off of his home office. I actually thought it very likely that it had once been a closet because I’d not seen any rooms anywhere near this small in the mansion, not even the bathrooms. Mainly, I sat at my gleaming cherry wood desk and answered the phone or typed up communications or emails for Mr. Weatherton. I also kept an eye on his appointment book to ensure that he didn’t miss any scheduled events.
    Everything had been so routine that the first startling encounter I’d had with him almost seemed like a dream. The problem was, the dream turned me on so much that every day I toyed with the idea of being late just to see what Mr. Weatherton would do to me. Would he spank me again? Something inside me seemed to want him to.
    I didn’t understand why I felt that way I did, but I often found my mind wandering with thoughts of Mr. Weatherton bending me over his lap and spanking me again, but my lustful thoughts didn’t end there. I found myself imagining him taking me forcefully, claiming me as his own with thrust after powerful thrust.
    “Miss Darling!”
    I looked up from my desk to find Mr. Weatherton standing in the doorway with a frown marring his handsome face. Immediately my heart tripped in my chest. Would he punish me for daydreaming?
    “I’m sorry, Mr. Weatherton, what did you say?”
    “I don’t enjoy having to repeat myself, Miss Darling.”
    He took two steps into my little office, which put him directly in front of my desk. I felt my face heat up and was surprised he couldn’t hear the booming of my heart as I waited to see what fate would befall me. He placed his hands flat on my desk and leaned in so that his face was mere inches from mine. His dark eyes shined hard and had an almost cruel glint in them.
    “If I find that I’m having to repeat myself often to you, I might need to think of a way to ensure that I always have your utmost attention. Do you understand?”
    I shuddered. I couldn’t help it. His voice had dropped to a deep growl, and it made something low inside me tighten. The timbre of his voice promised that whatever he came up with would be an experience I would likely never forget.
    “Yes, sir. I understand.”
    “Good.” He took his hands from my desk and stood up straight. “We are having a guest at dinner tonight, so I would like for you to dress more formally.” He turned his back on me and strode from the room.
    A guest? I wondered who it could be. In the two weeks that I’d lived in his mansion, I’d never seen anyone but business associates or employees. A sudden thought hit me, and a bolt of panic shot through me.
    Dress more formally? Our meals up to this point had been casual, and so I hadn’t given a thought to the possibility that it might change. I had enough money from my weekly stipend to buy something that would fit a formal setting, but I’d not yet done so.
    A quick check of my watch told me that I wouldn’t be able to dash out and pick up something before dinner. There wasn’t enough time. What was I going to do?
    I closed up my office and rushed up the stairs to my room. When I threw open