Billionaire Temptations: Rich, Ruthless & Obsessed

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Emerson

As soon as I stepped off the plane and my feet hit the ground in California, my breathing became restricted. I needed to find a bathroom and get myself under control. The memories here were bad, and I had left for a reason. Damn Adam for bringing me back. I had the tiniest bit of hope that being away for eight years would have made things easier. But I was wrong. Dead wrong.

Walking to baggage claim, I grabbed my two large suitcases and climbed into a cab. Showing the driver my phone, I asked him to take me to the address Adam had sent me. I was surprised that the address was in Malibu. Who was this, Alex Parker? Time to google him and find out. My eyes literally popped out of my head when he came up. He was the Alex Parker. A well-known, world-famous real estate developer. He owned just about everything. Hotels, mortgage companies, apartment buildings, condos, restaurants, and a couple of resorts worldwide. Fuck! He was a billionaire and only thirty years old. Was that even possible? Damn, he was sexy. Holy shit. How the hell did Adam expect me to stay in the same house with that fine-looking man? But he did say I would have nothing to worry about with Alex, so I’d bet he was an asshole—an uptight, rich playboy who thought he owned the world type of asshole. As long as he stayed out of my way, I’d stay out of his. By the number of different women he was photographed with, I’d bet he was a commitment-phobe. If he was, at least we had that in common.

Pulling up the long winding driveway, we were stopped by a black wrought-iron gate. The driver pushed the button, and the gates opened, allowing him to pull up to the house. He climbed out and fetched my suitcases from the trunk. I paid him his fare, and when he left, I stood there and stared at the mammoth home, which was situated on a hill. The front door opened, and a woman stepped outside. She looked to be in her early thirties, petite, and she wore her black hair in a bun.

“Hello, you must be Miss James. I’m Jenna, Mr. Parker’s housekeeper.” She gave a warm smile.

I held out my hand. “I’m Emerson. It’s nice to meet you.”

She took one of my bags and led me inside. Stopping dead in my tracks in the foyer, I looked around at the beautifully decorated home of Mr. Parker. Jenna led me to a bedroom on the first floor towards the back of the house.

“Umm, Jenna. How big is this house?” I asked.

“It’s seven thousand square feet.”

“Jesus. Who needs a house that big?”

She laughed. “This is your room. You’ll have more privacy here, and it’s the biggest guest room in the house. Plus, it has the best view.”

As she opened the door, I gasped. The room was bigger than my apartment back in Texas. Hell, it was bigger than anything I’d ever stayed in. The vaulted ceilings, taupe walls, and white crown molding gave the room a look of pure elegance. A king-sized sleigh bed sat on one wall with a fireplace, and a built-in TV sat above it on the opposite wall. French doors opened and led to a patio that was furnished with a couple of chairs and a table. The curtains were made of silk and hung elegantly to the floor. But the view quickly caught my attention overlooking the Pacific Ocean.

“Over here is your closet,” Jenna spoke as she opened the double doors.

I lost my breath as I entered the double walk-in closet with a beautiful, large, white vanity. Shit, even the closet was bigger than my apartment. It was truly its own living space.

“This is amazing.”

“Wait until you see the bathroom.” Jenna smiled.

Stepping out of the closet, we walked down a small hallway that led to the bathroom. I wasn’t kidding when I said I thought I had an orgasm. It contained a large, sunken jet tub that was big enough for at least four people, a large glass-encased walk-in shower, and a huge counter with double sinks. The entire bathroom was done in beige marble and decorated to perfection.

“He didn’t decorate this house, did he?” I asked.

“No. Mr. Parker hired an interior decorator to decorate as he built the home.”

“How long has he lived here?” I asked out of curiosity.

“About five years. Come with me, and I’ll show you the rest of the home.”

Jenna led me to the kitchen as we walked through the house, and orgasm number two happened. This kitchen was a chef’s dream, with double ovens, a double stove, a large granite island that sat in the center, and the biggest stainless-steel refrigerator I’d ever seen. I could see many elegant meals being prepared here. The dark cherry wood cabinets and moldings graced the entire kitchen, framing a large bay window with a cushioned seat overlooking the ocean.

After the tour, we stepped outside into the backyard. The view, the tree-lined area, the infinity pool, the hot tub, and many furnishings were all unbelievable.

“If you go down those steps right there,” Jenna pointed to the side, “they will lead you down to the beach.”

“This is beautiful. Truly beautiful.”

“I know. It’s an honor to work here.” She smiled.

I looked up to the second story and noticed the wraparound balcony. “What’s up there?”

“That floor is where Mr. Parker’s bedroom and home office are.”

I arched a brow at her. “His bedroom and office is the entire floor?”

“Yes. That floor is off-limits. Nobody is allowed up there unless you have permission from Mr. Parker.”

“And you?”

“I have to clean up there, so I’m pretty much the only one allowed.”

“I see. I have a question. Is Mr. Parker uptight?”

She let out a light laugh. “Yes. Just a bit.”

“Great. Well, at least he’s never home. So, I won’t see him much, right?”

“Correct. He does pop in during the day every once in a while. As for evenings, I really don’t know. I leave every day at five. He is a very social man who spends a lot of his time at charities and events, so he’s really not home much.”

“What a waste to have a house like this and never be able to enjoy it.”

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work. Mr. Parker said to make yourself comfortable. Plenty of food and beverages are in the refrigerator if you’re hungry.”

“Thank you, Jenna.”

“You’re welcome, Miss James.”

“No formality. I hate formalities. Call me Emerson.”

“All right, Emerson. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

Alex

I arrived home at seven o’clock to meet my houseguest, take a shower, and change for a dinner date I had. The most incredible aroma filled the air when I walked through the door. I set my briefcase down and walked into the kitchen, where I found a woman wearing extremely short jeans shorts standing over my stove.

“Ahem.” I cleared my throat.

She didn’t turn around, so I did it again. “Ahem.”

I sighed as I walked over to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped and turned around.

“Jesus Christ, you scared me,” she said as she took her earphones out.

What the fuck? She was no eighteen-year-old. I stared at her ocean-blue eyes as she placed her hand over her heart.

“I tried to speak to you, but obviously, you couldn’t hear me.” I pointed to her earphones.

“You must be Alex Parker. I’m Emerson James, Adam’s sister.” She extended her hand.

“Nice to meet you. How old are you?”

“Excuse me?” she asked with a narrowing eye.

“It’s just the way Adam talked about you. I thought you were around eighteen. Obviously, by looking at you, you’re not.”

“I’m twenty-six.”

“I see. Okay. Welcome to my home, Miss James, and please make yourself comfortable. I’m assuming Jenna showed you around the property.”

“Yes, she did. She was very nice. And what exactly did Adam say about me?” she asked with a furrowed brow.

“Not much. I just assumed you were younger. What are you cooking?” I leaned over and looked in the pot that was sitting on the stove.

“Pasta with a homemade palomino sauce.”

“It smells delicious. Adam told me you are quite the cook.”

“Would you like some?” she asked with a smile.

Placing my hand in my pocket, I politely told her no.

“I have a dinner date that I need to get ready for. So, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Oh, sure. Have fun.”

I turned away and began walking out of the kitchen. Stopping, I turned around and looked at her one last time before heading upstairs. “Thank you.”

Fuck, oh fuck . Adam’s sister was beautiful, extremely beautiful. Her brown hair with blonde highlights that she wore in a ponytail complemented her tanned skin and ocean-blue eyes. From what I could see, her body was perfect. She was fit, lean, and toned in all the right places, and the tank top she wore clung tightly to her large, round breasts. I shook my head and successfully stopped my cock from getting hard. After all, I was a man in the presence of a beautiful young woman, and it couldn’t be helped. Standing in the shower, I kept thinking about my cock’s reaction to her. Normally, I didn’t get hard just by looking at a woman like that. I saw beautiful women every day, and this had never happened before. What the hell was going on?