Hot Billionaire Sex by Honey Taylor

much of her emotions away as she reached out to shake the proffered hand. A contract with Barry Cooper’s architecture company would hopefully put her business on a firmer footing and she’d been chasing it for at least six months. Finally shaking hands on a deal was a tremendous thrill as well as a relief. Her decision to break away from her former company and set up her own interior design business seemed to be coming together and suddenly Stacey couldn’t keep the enthusiasm from showing in her voice. “I promise you won’t regret this Barry,” she said.
     
    “I better not,” he said with a smile and took a sip of his coffee. “Come around to my office on Thursday afternoon at two and we can start working out the fine details. I’ll get the contract finalized and then when it is signed we can take it from there.”
     
    “Sure,” said Stacey. She lifted her coffee to finish it and saw that Barry was already putting his empty cup on the table. Looking around, she raised her hand to catch the attention of a nearby waiter and when he stepped up to the table asked for the bill. “This one is on me,” she said as the waiter returned and put a small silver tray on the table. Stacey lifted the bill to check the damage and put down enough money to cover the cost of the meal and a tip. “This place is supposed to have a decent bar,” she went on. “How about we have a drink to seal the deal?”
     
    Barry looked at his watch and saw that it was coming up to ten in the evening. “Sorry, no can do,” he answered. “I promised my wife I would be back home by around ten. Let’s say we save the drink until the contract is signed.”
     
    “OK,” said Stacey. She stood and put on her jacket and when Barry did the same they walked to the exit and left the restaurant. As they stepped onto the sidewalk a taxi pulled up in front of the restaurant and a couple got out. “You take this one if you need to get home,” she said.
     
    “Are you sure you don’t want to share?” asked Barry.
     
    “No, we live in completely opposite directions,” she replied. “There’s a taxi rank around the corner. It’s easy enough for me to catch one there.”
     
    “OK,” he said. “See you on Thursday.” He jumped into the back of the cab and Stacey watched as it pulled away from the curb and joined the traffic. “Yes,” she exclaimed as the cab disappeared from sight and couldn’t help pumping her fist. She grinned as she looked around to see if anyone had caught sight of her, but saw she was standing alone. The thrill of finally sealing a deal put her on a high and her mind started to race. She was about to head in the direction of the taxi rank when she suddenly changed her mind. Walking back inside the restaurant, she headed for the bar and decided that she would have a celebratory drink before heading home.
     
    The bar was quiet and Stacy couldn’t resist stopping to look around first, her critical designer eye not all that impressed with the appearance of the place. She moved across to the long counter and ordered a glass of wine then took it to a table and sat down to think. The deal would hopefully bring plenty of work her way, with the company she was signing with being one of the biggest architectural businesses in town. From what she knew about them they were involved in plenty of projects from smaller residential properties to larger commercial buildings and she wondered just what kind of work she would get involved with. The smile grew on her face as she drank her wine and mulled over her success. Stacey finally finished the drink and was about to get up when a waiter stepped up to her table and put down another glass of wine.
     
    “Sorry, you must have the wrong table,” Stacey said as she looked up. “I didn’t order another drink.”
     
    “It’s already paid for,” the waiter said.
     
    Stacey frowned. “By whom,” she went on.
     
    “The gentleman at the bar,” the waiter went on and