Worthy of the Billionaire's Attention Online - Worthy of the Billionaire #1 - Krista Lakes

I sat admiring Mr. King's picture on the cover of a magazine in the waiting room of his company’s tower. Gregory King had aged little in the photo from when I saw him last. We had gone to college together back before he earned his millions. We took English Lit together, and had been partners for our final project at the end of the semester. As a result, we had spent a good deal of time together and became more than friends.

Gregory King was frequently featured in both Forbes’ Magazine’s list of Richest Men and People Magazine’s list of sexiest men alive. He was the founder of a small software company that suddenly found itself the main security software for handheld devices. He had worked hard to stay ahead of the technology curve and had kept himself the leader in the industry. Every magazine enjoyed featuring him in pictures as his strong jaw and boyish blonde hair always made for gorgeous covers. His eyes were an odd combination of blue and brown that refused to be classified and held a smolder that threatened to light the pages on fire. He kept a treadmill in his office that he often ran on between meetings and a set of weights for when he was between clients. As a result, his body looked as though he spent hours in the gym instead of the office. I had gone to school with him, and now I was applying for an entry level position at his company...

His eyes consumed me from across the table.

“You want to do this?”

“Yes”

I gasped with pleasure as he took me in his arms and pinned me to the table. Knowing that he would put me exactly where he wanted me, that I was at his mercy was intoxicating. My pussy dampened at just the thought of it. He bit my collar bone gently, and then sucked on the delicate skin of my throat, leaving a large sensitive red mark. It hurt in such a tantalizing way that I couldn’t wait for more.

I shook my head, clearing the memory. Gregory King was the best sex I had ever had. Our first time together was the traditional celebratory end-of-semester-sleep-with-your-classmate kind of sex. A little too much alcohol had made us both brave to try something new. Between the biting and the ass slapping, he was just rough enough to make me want more. The second time, he tied me to the bed and gave me one of the most pleasurable experiences of my life. Every night was better than the last. It was spectacular, and I never wanted it to end. Unfortunately, he graduated that summer and got a job in another city. Our last night together, he tied me to a chair and taught me how well pain and pleasure could mix. It was hard to let him go, but while we had enjoyed each others’ company, neither one of us was interested in a long distance relationship. We tried to keep in touch, but our hectic lives took control and we stopped talking. The next time I saw him it was on the cover of a magazine as an up-and-coming business man.

“Claire Vanders?” A mousy secretary brought me back to reality. I stood up, smoothed my skirt and picked up my resume. She brought me to a conference room and showed me to a seat. There was only one other person in the room, a tall wiry man, busy reading over papers scattered across the table. His grey hair was cropped short and he peered at me over thin wire glasses.

“Ms. Vanders? You are here to apply for the finance junior associate position, is that correct?”

I nodded and handed him my resume. He took it from me, but didn’t even look at it as he set it on the table. It disappeared into his conglomeration of documents. I swallowed into a dry throat. I needed this job. I was over-qualified for this job.

“My name is Mr. Jenkins, and I have been instructed to hire you, Ms. Vanders, but not for the junior associate position. King Enterprises would like to offer you a position in the finance department as liaison to Mr. King himself. He saw your name on the application list and requested you personally.”

I was pretty sure my jaw was bruised from it hitting the table. This was the best interview I had ever had and I hadn’t even said a word yet. I couldn’t believe my luck.

“A liaison to