Anything He Wishes (Billionaire BDSM Erotic Romance) by Alana Marlowe Page A

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    This was the man of my dreams.   No ... really.  I dreamt about him.  I had him all sketched out in my head when I was creating my dream board.  Tall, dark and handsome.  Yeah, I know it is cliché , but that is what I wanted.
    After watching several videos and reading about the Law of Attraction, I jumped on board like a lot of others did and tried to will and wish myself with the perfect job, the perfect man, the perfect everything.  Maybe I was doing it wrong, but nothing happened for me. 
    In the process, I started imagining the perfect man.  Everything from the looks to the personality was laid out so that I would know for sure when he showed up.  Like that really mattered.  Thick black hair, crystal blue eyes, dimples and a body that looked so yummy in a suit...or in anything .. . or nothing.
    I put all that away a few years back after realizing that reality doesn't always work the way you think.  Like getting this job.  I never in a million years would have thought I would have been waiting tables for the rich at some swanky yacht club.  I had a high paying career working for a banker.  Life was going well, until the markets crashed and the bank was swallowed up by an even bigger bank. 
    There went the cushy job and the paycheck that went with it.  I beat the pavement trying to find something...anything that would even remotely pay what I was ma king.  It just wasn't happening and I didn't want to resort to something less dignified to earn a living.
    One day I was so desperate I called that old boss and asked him if he knew of anyone that was hiring.  He told me the only thing he knew of was this place and he would put in a good word for me with the owner. It was a slap in the face, but times were tough, so I took it.
    So here I am looking like a butler in my white button up top with the black bow tie and vest.  Great!  In walks the man of my dreams and I can't even make a good impression. 
    Jet black hair cut short on the sides a nd long on the top.  Chiseled face and a sexy 'fuck-me-baby' smile.  Parts of me were getting warm and tingly.   How can just looking at a man do this to me?
    I grabbed my tray and headed towards the dining room, the elegant stranger in tow.  As we got to the table I began to serve the drinks when I could see him lean over and give Mrs. Fitch a kiss on the cheek before heading around to his seat on the opposite side of the table.  How did he know this woman?  And why had I not seen him before?
    Heading around to his side, I lean down and quietly ask if he wants something to drink .  The scent of his cologne hits me and I am briefly transported to some deserted island with him half naked laying on top of me in the sand , the scent of wood and wild orchids in the salted air and everything else a blur as I try to stay focused .
    " Cognac ."  He breathes as he looks directly into my eyes and smiles.  The blueness of his eyes stuns me as try to edge out a smile and not look as though I am a deer in the headlights.  His smile is warm and melting and I have a strong desire to taste his lips.   There is something vaguely familiar about him, but I cannot place it.   I nod and head back to the bar.
    "Jake!"  I whisper, "Who is that man that just sat at the table with Mrs. Fitch?"
    "You mean the hot one in the blue Armani?  That is Nathan Ross.  THE Nathan Ross.  Of Ross Industries & Mining, the biggest diamond mines in the state s . "  Jake gushed.
    When I was working at the bank, I had a lot of nice clothes and could hang with the rich and be taken seriously.  Not so much now. 
      Taking care of my dying mother used all of my savings and I sold all of my expensive clothes just to keep going.  T rying to look like I fit in wasn't going to happen with this crowd.   And you have to BE one just to be around them or else you are chopped liver.
    "I need a Cognac for Mr. Ross."
    Jake poured the drink as I tried to put my happy face back on.  It was hard