Blackstone Inc. (Book 1)

Part 6.2

I stared at him, again, wide-eyed, “80 thousand? Jesus! Well, I guess you could buy almost anything you wanted if you were the CEO of a whole company.”

He dropped his voice to barely a whisper, “Can I tell you something?”

I instinctively find myself leaning closer.

'Anything.'

“Of course,” I said.

“I have three more, all in different colors. This one didn’t even make a dent in my bank account.”

Normally that statement would make the average girl go crazy, but I wasn’t average and I didn’t care how much money he had. He worked hard for his money and so would I.

I looked out the windshield and watched the city go by.

Finally, I stated, “Of course not. You must have a net worth of quite a bit, but I will too one day," I stated, matter-of-factly.

He took one hand off the wheel to hold the gear shift, mere inches away from my bare thigh, “Oh yeah? On a PAs' salary?”

I scoff at him, “Hey if you think that I’m going to be a personal assistant for the rest of my life then you’ve got another thing coming. I’ll be the CEO of my own company before you know it.

Like you saw on my resume, I do have three years of business under my belt. It may not be a lot, but there are lots of great and successful people who didn’t graduate from college. Besides, I have plenty of time to get there. I’m only 22, so if I work hard and play my cards right then hopefully I’ll be where you are when I’m your age.”

He faked a shocked expression, “You make me sound so old.”

I flushed because while I was on my rant I hadn’t even thought to filter my words.

“I’m so sorry, Mr.Blackstone. I swear I didn’t mean to offend you! I just meant that you must’ve worked very hard to get to where you are and you’re still very young, especially young to be a CEO and --”

“--Dom.”

I stop blabbering and stare at him, confused, “Huh?”

“It's Dom, not Mr.Blackstone. That’s my fathers’ name.”

I looked down and fidgeted with my fingernails, “Dariah and Jeremy call you Mr.Blackstone. I just feel like its more professional.”

“I want for you to call me Dom. You are the person I’ll be spending most of my time with from now on. I don’t want to constantly hear ‘Mr.Blackstone’ from you. I want to hear ‘Dom’ or Dominic.”

I admittedly enjoyed hearing that we’d be spending lots of time together, but of course, that’s what this job was for.

“Would you like me to call you ‘Dom’ everywhere? Like around colleagues and clients?”

He looked down at me and smirked, “Around other professionals, I’d rather you called me Mr.Blackstone, but between the two of us, I’m Dom to you.”

And I swear by the way his eyes darkened he had meant that two ways.

′I’m Dom to you′

I repeated the words in my mind, playing around with the meaning. Was I looking too hard into this? Or did he simply just mean that his name between us would be Dom?

′We like the other one′

I’d never played around with b**m, but I had read a few books. It definitely intrigued me, but that couldn't have been what he was talking about because he is my boss.

′He sure is the boss, he’s Dom to you.'

I groaned.

“Are you ok, Genevieve?”

My eyes widened in horror as I realized that I had made that sound out loud.

Dear God.

“I’m fine, Dom. Sorry, just thinking.”

He made a right turn with both hands but brought his hand back down to the gear shift, his pinky brushing against my thigh before settling beside the others on the shifter.

“Care to share?” He asks with an inquisitive look.

′Tell him, he wants to know that you're thinking about him dominating you.'

Hush, you. I’ll surely get fired for outright flirting and sexually harassing my boss. Not to mention all the names I’ll be called for trying to ‘climb the corporate ladder’.

“It’s nothing, sir. Just a little nervous about this business lunch,” I lied. Hopefully, he couldn’t tell.

We pulled up to a very luxurious looking restaurant and he killed the car.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about, Genevieve. Just take lots of notes, but don’t speak unless one of us says something to you, okay? He can be a bit much for some people. So let’s just let me do the talking.” He smiled.

“Yes, sir.” I breathe out.

′Anything for you sir."

I'm surely going to get myself in trouble.

“Kay, wait here,” he got out of the car and straightened his suit jacket. He walked around the car and opened my door and extended his hand for me to grab.

I took his hand and let him pull me up from out of the car and he squeezed my hand before giving me a reassuring smile.

I adjusted my skirt down my legs again and as we pass the valet I saw Dominic hand him the key.

“Welcome, Mr.Blackstone. Enjoy your meal,” The valet said.

“Thank you, Andrew. I know I will.”

I felt the other mans eyes on me as he takes in my figure, but we walk past him into the restaurant.

The hostess at the podium looked from Dom to me, looked me up and down, and turned her full attention back to him. What is with all of these women?

“Good afternoon, Mr.Blackstone. Table for...two?” I saw her glare at me for a split second but it was gone again when she looked at him, awaiting his answer.

“No, table for 3, please. We are waiting on someone.”

She smiled, visibly relieved it wouldn’t be just Dominic and I alone.

′Bïtch.’

“Right this way, please," the hostess stated, beckoning us to follow.