Victoria The Billionaires Maid

He would’ve gone there now just when I was trying to build up enough confidence to get back on his good side. The last two times we’d been together had been the best and worst times of my entire life. Granted I’d been a virgin at the time, but the sex between us that night had been mind-blowing. My entire body reacted to the memories coming back to me. If I focused on them, instead of his betrayal afterward, I might be able to do this.

“It was a big misunderstanding that day.” I had to swallow the half lie. Yes, my actions had been misinterpreted, but there was no mistaking the reason I ended up on that roof, to begin with. “I hardly even think about it. Earlier, I was just a little surprised because I hadn’t expected to see you here is all.”

Jonas seemed to be buying what I was selling because he moved closer and I resisted the urge to flinch when he placed a hand on each arm. I did shiver, however, which made him grin harder. “And is my being here such a bad thing?”

Hell yes!”No, of course not. We’ve grown adults and all of that is in the past.” The lie slipped so easily off of my tongue. Hoping to sell it more, I made the mistake of stepping closer, now practically into his arms. His chest was hard against me, and I felt something else I forced myself to not think about. Bringing one of my hands to the front of his suit, I dragged my manicured nails down the front of it. “I was hoping we could start over.”

“Start over,” he said a few times as if he was digesting what I had said.

I kept a smile on my face, one that betrayed my feelings, and then finally took a step back. “My name’s Mackenzie Broderick, and it’s very nice to meet you, Mr.?” I paused, then extended my hand out to him.

He instantly clutched it with his. “Courtland, but please call me Jonas.”

I had a few other choice things to call him, but I needed to remember this was all a charade. “Jonas, it is then.”

There were a few moments of silence between us before he spoke again. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I hope we see a lot of each other over the next few days. I’m serving drinks on the rooftop deck tonight so you should bring the woman I saw you with earlier.”

“The pleasure’s all mine,” I told him while keeping a forced smile on my face. “Drinks sound lovely. I’ll let her know.”

Jonas released my hand, and I ignored the goosebumps that ran up one length of my arm and down the other. “I’ll see you in an hour.”

With those final words, he walked back inside. I waited until he completely disappeared from view before releasing the breath I’d been holding inside. My skin still tingled from his touch and I realized now that I might be in over my head.

“He walked inside grinning like a Cheshire cat. Do I even want to know what you did to him out here to put it on his face?” Reece asked when she joined me.

I hadn’t even heard my friend come outside, but I was glad she did. “It was nothing. He invited us up to the roof for drinks and I accepted.” It all sounded so simple, but when I turned to go back inside with Reece, I knew this was about to get a lot harder.

JONAS’s [POV]

In New York City, real estate came at a premium, so most built up instead of out, and I was no exception. It was likely the reason so many buildings had a rooftop deck. The weather wasn’t always accommodating enough for us to use them year-round, but on nights like tonight when it was, there was no better view I could think of. I stood off in the corner but kept the sight of buildings and water in my view as I watched the beverage caterers finish setting up the bar. This would be a draw to the place, especially on nights when concerts were being played next door at Pier 17.

I had spared no expense when it came to building CHG Seaport because, with most hotels located in other parts of Manhattan, the competition was limited, which meant more money for me. The neighborhood had gotten a facelift, and as more businesses like mine opened, the value would just increase. It was another reason I was able to hold this recruiting event, and also why I had those caterers bring a big enough selection to appease even the most finicky of drinkers, myself included.

Just an hour ago, I thought I might need more to drink than I’d planned, but Kenzie seemed to have mellowed. I didn’t want to be blase about what had happened between us in high school, but that was all water under the bridge as far as I was concerned. I wanted to be honest and say I had never acted that way with another woman after her, and while I stopped doing dares and taking on bets where they were concerned, I still fucked just as many, and maybe more. I used to rack my mind wondering what I could’ve done differently in high school, and other than choosing not to film the sex, I couldn’t say for sure I wouldn’t have acted the same had the events that fateful March not happened.

It should’ve been a downer to know I’d driven a girl to such a dark place, but it hadn’t been enough to conform me. Sex. It was such a natural thing, and no matter how much I might want to stop my player ways, it never stuck. If I wasn’t having sex, I thought about it. And when my thoughts would go there, I’d get pleasure in some way whether it be a random hook-up, or at times, my hand. Orgasms were like a drug, and withdrawals from them were not something I had any desire to go through. I wasn’t a complete manwhore, though. Deep in the recesses of my mind, I would remember the way I had almost ended a girl’s life. At least now, I could finally put those guilty thoughts to rest because I had seen her once more, and she was doing even better than I ever thought she’d be doing.

The introverted teen with gangly legs and glasses had grown into a very hot woman. I thought back to her in that dress. The old Kenzie would’ve never worn anything so revealing, but I was glad the new her did. She still had the same long legs that made me think of little else but draping them over my shoulders as I feasted on the prize between her thighs. When we’d had sex after the prom, I’d be surprised about several things, none more so than realizing how easily I could bring her to an orgasm with just my tongue. Most virgins didn’t have multiple orgasms their first time, but she had. I’d made her come with my mouth, fingers, and twice with my cock. It was those memories that now had me rock hard.

Would she be interested in a trip down memory lane? I would’ve automatically dismissed the idea after I’d hurt her the way I had with that damned video, but she still seemed attracted enough to me, so who knows. I thought back to earlier in the evening when she’d put her hands on me, then dragged them lower. I’d never cursed so much about clothing as I had at that moment. I wanted to feel her hands on my bare skin, and her touch much lower.

You’re not here to fuck the women you’re auditioning. Even though I told myself that more than once since I left the ballroom, my body was slow to accept it. Typical. I’d try to use logic in one head, but the lower one would have different ideas.

“The view is gorgeous from here,” a woman said from behind me.

I turned to see Leeann DeSoto standing there. Although the woman was very pretty, she didn’t evoke the same response in me that Kenzie Broderick did. Still, I looked back over my shoulder and decided not to rule out the possibility of my initial plan didn’t work out. “You can’t even see the water from here at this time of night.”NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

She slid closer, her hand brushing over my arm. “I wasn’t talking about the ocean.” Leeann then winked at me, before asking, “Would you like a drink? I could get us both one.”

I cleared my throat. “I’m good at the moment, but please feel free to help yourself.”

“I will, and just a word of warning…” She stopped for a few seconds, then touched my arm once more. “Drinking makes me loose, and some have said I can be a bit of a wild woman.” She then sauntered over to the bar, leaving me with that vision.