The Billionaire and His Driver

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Brina sat in one of the two archtop chairs inside the huge master bathroom as Ronny, his suitcoat off, prepared her bath. She wasn’t a tub person, she was a shower person, but she was pleased he was running her a tub bath. She still felt shaky, and uneasy. She wasn’t sure if she could stand in a shower for very long.

She looked at him in his rolled-up shirtsleeves. He looked like a regular guy well-accustomed to working with his hands when she knew nothing could be further from the truth. But up seemed down that night. Especially as she realized he was doing for her what he didn’t even do for himself. Jockey, or whomever was subbing as his driver, always drew his bath. But he didn’t give it a second thought to draw one for her. Or drive her to his home after what happened at her apartment. Even when Mrs. Dash offered to put her up for the night, he took charge as if she was his responsibility and no one else’s. She was impressed by that. She’d never known a man who wanted to take care of her the way Ronny did without batting an eye. She’d known many men who wanted to use her and abuse her. She’d known men who wanted to get what they could get from her body and dump her. But in her entire life nobody had bothered to do so much for her ever. Ronny Bradshaw was beginning to impress her to an extent just hours before she would not have thought possible. “I’m supposed to be doing that for you,” she said to him as the water made its way toward the top.

“You’re off duty, remember?”

“A domestic is never off duty.”

Ronny looked back at her.

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s what Mrs. D told me the day she hired me.”

“Elvira Dash is the most devoted employee any employer would be honored to have. She’s rarely the example people aspire to, however.”

“She’s a great woman, I agree with you. But when she gave me that never off duty speech?” Brina grinned and shook her head. “I didn’t aspire to that!”

Ronny laughed. Even in her trauma, she found something to smile about. He was beginning to understand the attraction he had for her. He was beginning to see it.

He ran his hand through the water, found that it was nice and toasty, and then turned off the water tap. He grabbed a cloth, to wipe his hands, and then he looked at her. He didn’t want to leave her: not even for a second. But he wasn’t going to ever take advantage of her. “I’ll be on the other side of that door, in my bedroom. Call me if you need anything at all.”

She didn’t want him to leave, either, even though he would be just a few feet away. But she knew clinging to him so completely was not sustainable. “I’ll call if I need you.” She stood up. “And thanks.”

Ronny hesitated momentarily as he glanced down the length of her body in a lustful, assessing way she knew he couldn’t help himself from doing, because she felt the heat, too, even in her state. But she was pleased when he seemed to recognize she was in a state, and he didn’t hesitate then. He left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Brina took off Jockey’s uniform as she stood in that beautiful, all-white marbled bathroom and then got into the very warm waters. He was so good at drawing a bath, she wondered why he didn’t draw his own bath? He didn’t seem to her to be a spoiled man. But he was a billionaire. That, in itself, she was certain, guaranteed spoilage.

She leaned her head back and tried to relax beneath the calming water. But it was a herculean task. Because she knew her life was, in many ways, spiraling out of control. She could never work in her field again. That conviction knocked that off the table for her forever. And she was only now coming to grips with that. She was working as a domestic, which was nowhere near her dreams and goals either. The apartment she actually felt proud to have, since it was all she really had in this world, was now a crime scene with a busted window. And now she was clinging to a billionaire who she knew was going to tire of her weakness real fast. It was amazing he was bothering with her even now. Will she get out of the tub and find that he was no longer there, but had gone on a business trip and left her all alone?

She shook her head. What was wrong with her? She was acting as if that man was her man, when he was no such thing! She didn’t even want him to be. How would that work? The maid and the billionaire? Ridiculous!

But was the unfeeling, callous man she was describing really Mr. Bradshaw? The only evidence she had of the man he was could only be found in how he treated her. And there was nothing about him that said he treated her badly. In fact, just the opposite. He treated her well. Better than well. He made sure she had breakfast. He actually asked her about her past and didn’t seem to judge her when she told him about it. He even hugged her. Even though he hated driving, he was willing to drive himself home after that dinner party so that she could have a way home. And when she needed him most, he came to her rescue and stayed with her throughout her ordeal. And when Mrs. Dash said she could stay at her place, he took her to his place. She’d never been treated better in her whole life.

But the fact that he was good to her did not negate the fact that her life was spiraling. That instead of moving up, she was falling down. And now somebody wanted to kill her or kidnap her or do whatever the man that broke into her apartment wanted to do. She didn’t even have a place to call home anymore, when home meant the world to her. It was getting to be too much.

And the tears she didn’t want to ever come again, came easily.

Ronny was lying on top of his bed when he thought he heard a sound coming from the bathroom. He quickly got up and walked to the closed door. When he realized she was indeed in there crying, he gave a single knock. “Sabrina, are you alright?” he asked her.

Brina closed her eyes and tried to wipe away the tears. But it was a wasted effort. They continued to drop.

“Are you alright?” he asked again.

That was when she decided to forget all the bravado she was trying to regain and admit the truth. “No,” she said out loud.

And as soon as she said it, Ronny flung open the door. When she looked up at him and he saw the tears and that devastated look in her huge eyes, he gave up all pretense. He stepped out of his shoes, removed every piece of clothing he wore, and got in the tub behind her. He wrapped his big, muscular arms around her.

As soon as she felt his presence behind her, and when he held her in his arms, all of her anxiety and dread flew away. She was still crying, but she felt safest with him. It was a natural fact. She leaned her back against his front and melted in his arms.

She also allowed him to bathe her. Every inch of her. Because it didn’t feel sensual to her. It felt compassionate. It felt real and human and exactly what she needed in her time of need.

Ronny had all his life given into his carnality without giving it a second thought. And that sweet, fresh, natural scent of hers that was like a savoring aroma to his nostrils, was enticing to the core.

But he was a different man around Sabrina. It wasn’t all about him when he was around her the way it always was everywhere he went. But with Sabrina, he made it all about her. What did she want? What did she need? Those were the questions he was asking himself. And the vibe he got back from her was just the opposite too. With her, unlike with any other woman, he felt as if she was asking what she could do for him, not the other way around. It was as startling as it was refreshing. But terrifying, too, because it meant deeper matters had to be addressed.

And the fact that his penis was hard against her, and ever expanding, had to eventually be addressed as well. When he touched her down below, bathing her, it nearly broke him.

But it was all about her, not his unbridled lust, and he kept it that way.

When they got out of the tub, she was no longer crying. He was going to dry her off, but she took the towel and did it herself. After they both were dry, he took his own towel, wrapped it around her naked body, and walked her out of the bathroom and to his bed.

It was all good to Brina as this powerful man took the time to pull back covers and lay her between his soft silk sheets. And when he got in bed beside her, and pulled her into his arms, she didn’t feel afraid or awkward or even confused. She didn’t feel as if this naked man would take advantage of her naked body. It felt innocent and real and bare. Being next to Ronny, in this manner, felt like the most natural thing in the world.