The Billionairess (The Billionairess, #1)

Chapter 20: An Audience

It was the gleam of sunlight from the window onto my eyelids that woke me up. My eyes fluttered open. I was holding Rose to my chest, my face buried on her golden curls. I squeezed a kiss on the back of her neck, and she stirred. She rolled over and nuzzled into my chest.

"Did...did I do good, mistress?" I asked, my voice still waking up.

She grinned into my collarbones, then reached around to give my ass a squeeze.

"You did very well, my pet" she said, smacking a kiss on my cheek.

Her lips came to mine, and we melted into each other. I wrapped my arms around her, our legs tangled together under the covers, and our tongues swirled. We were just together. In that moment, holding each other, kissing each other. It was just as good as any sex we could ever have.

By the time my face was sore, we unlatched. Rose swung her legs over the bed, and began to slide back into her bra and panties.

"I still find it hard to believe" I said. "That you were once a submissive...to anyone."

"Yes, I was a mousy little caterpillar before I became the butterfly I am now."

"Submissive, naïve, virgin. None of those words could ever apply to you."

She smirked, then slipped into a blue dress from her wardrobe. I slipped out of bed and proceeded to dress myself. Damn, my uniform needed a wash.

When I finished, I glanced over my shoulder at her. She leaning over her vanity, applying a dark purple lipstick.

"So..." I said, approaching the subject gently. "After last night...what are we going to do about Tristen?"

Rose popped her lips, a sound that made my blood sizzle. She screwed the lid back on the lipstick.

"It will be hard pushing him away. I've already tried too many times. I'll need to use stronger forces this time."

Before I could ask her what "stronger forces" meant, she turned to me.

"There is some bacon and eggs in the fridge" she said. "I want you to make breakfast for both of us. Then I want you to clean the living room while I go to a quick meeting. I should be home by one. When I get back, I want the place clean and you waiting in my bedroom."

"Undressed, mistress?"

To my surprise, she shook her head.

"No. Stay dressed and wait there. Do not come out or make any noise until I say so."

I wanted to question further, but there was a sharpness in her eyes that correctly told me to keep my mouth shut.

"Yes, mistress."

I made us breakfast. Rose was quiet the whole time. I wished I could dissect her head, poke around and pin-point all of her thoughts. What were those "stronger forces" she kept talking about? What were her plans for this afternoon?

I didn't ask. I placed a coat her shoulders, and she gave me a kiss on the cheek as she left for her meeting. I went to work. Swept down every floor, Windex every window, washed the dished for breakfast. Since Rose lived alone, the place was never really that filthy to begin with. By the time the whole house was clean, I still had two hours. At noon I fixed myself a small lunch, washed the dishes, and then went into her bedroom.

Rose had a clock on the wall near her vanity with roman numerals. I watched anxiously as the hands slipped closer to one o'clock.

At 12:59, I heard the door open, and two voices.

"I don't see how this could be the end when you've brought me back here" one said.

Tristen's voice. My stomach dropped.