Sex with the CEO: A Billionaire Romance

By: Kassandra Cross



Inside she closed the cubicle door and sighed. She knew she should have just gone straight home, why did she have all those drinks in the restaurant… She rubbed her temples and squinted in the mirror, all she wanted to do now was click her fingers and find herself magically in bed, cozied up in her pj’s. Make things happen, she thought, I want to make things happen so I’m at home, alone, tucked up and sound asleep! She touched up her lipstick and opened the door, the bathroom was thankfully quiet, a private one for VIP’s only. Annabel was glad she didn’t have to share it with the girls that usually frequented these types of clubs in the West End. They all had agendas and they all wore too much fake tan, too many extensions and fake boobs. Annabel was glad she could define herself as pale, interesting and completely natural.

She snapped her clutch bag closed and made her way to the main door, she pulled back on the handle, swung it open and came face to face with Dexter Slade.





Chapter 6



Annabel gasped and jumped back instinctively in shock. She held her palm flat over her heart and panted, “My God,” she shook her head, “You scared me half to death!”

Dexter had a wry smile on his face as he leaned across the doorway, his arms spread. Annabel felt the annoyance rise to the back of her throat. This guy was obviously drunk and way too full of himself. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Can I help you?” she said sternly.

“I don’t suppose you have the time?” He grinned, his intense almond eyes drilling into her.

Annabel’s fury was escalating, he may have been the most handsome man in the room and according to Clara one of the wealthiest in London but to her, after the night from hell, he was nothing but an irritant who obviously just wanted to get laid. Annabel glanced down at his wrist and at the thick gold Rolex adorning it.

“You’re wearing a watch,” she growled. “Please can you get out of my way?” She waited for him to move, but he just moved in closer. The air between them was electric, the scent of his aftershave was intoxicating and she could feel the testosterone bouncing off him. She could immediately tell he was a powerful man.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “We’ve obviously got off on the wrong foot…” he leaned back to give her some breathing room and held out his hand. “I’m Dexter,” he smiled and waited for her response.

Annabel was still infuriated but the last thing she wanted was any aggravation, she held out her hand and shook his, “Annabel,” she said, “I’m very flattered for the offer to keep me company but I’ve actually just had a phone call… there’s an emergency and I have to get home.” She let go of his hand and tried to step around him. Dexter moved to let her past but turned on his heel to follow.

“I’m sorry for bothering you,” he said, trying to keep her attention, “I do hope it’s nothing serious?”

Now he had changed his tune Annabel felt incredibly rude, she looked back to him and gave him a weak smile, “Thank you, it should all be okay, but I do really have to go.”

“An-na-bell?” the way he pronounced her name made her spine tingle, he accentuated the syllables said it slowly, his voice was deep, smooth and silky.

“Yes?”

“Good night,” he smiled at her down the dark corridor and her heart began to beat fast in her chest. He was unbelievably sexy and powerful, she could tell by the way he had so much confidence and the air around him screamed success. She was intimidated and shy and needed to get the hell out there and away from him. She scurried down the corridor with her head bowed. He had been so repulsive and yet endearing. She hoped it was just the shots that had made her head so confused and fuzzy. She left the club as fast as she could and hailed a taxi to take her home. When she finally fell back into bed she churned over her night with Dim Tim and everything that had happened at Vita… As she turned out the light she promised herself that she wouldn’t go to go to a nightclub ever again!



Dexter returned home alone. He was agitated the girl had knocked him back, it wasn’t often he had ever been told no in his lifetime. He had spent the majority of his life being surrounded by people who were there only to serve him and do as he wanted. If he hadn’t have been so tired and worn out after the business disasters of the week there was no chance he would have let Annabel get away. He undressed and lay back on his plush satin bed sheets and thought about the curve of her waist and the way her hips undulated as she walked. She was so sexy, he had never felt so hot for someone instantly like that. She was so intriguing with her pale skin and her black hair, she looked luminous. Maybe this was what he had been looking for? He buried his head in his pillow and turned over. He could hear Marcus still working away down the hall and fell asleep to the sound of him speaking in Mandarin to one of their associates in China and typing furiously on his laptop. Dex was exhausted, he needed the rest. For the first time in months he allowed himself to turn out the light and get a full night’s sleep.

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