The Billionaire's Bully

The designer was running late. Olyse is not used to waiting for anyone, no matter the circumstances. He had confirmed through his assistant that the designer would be present and on time. It had been three minutes since he asked his assistant to send her in. Rachel had rather told him that the designer and her team of two extras were yet to arrive and Rachel was unable to get through to the designer's cellphone. That made the designer exactly seventeen minutes late. Olyse had wanted to keep her waiting even though he had so little to keep him. He had planned on irking the designer by keeping her in the waiting room but he could only wait so long to see her face again, prompting his call to let the feisty designer in. Two weeks ago. Olyse was finishing up on a proposal submitted by a young engineer for a project he planned on doing. The proposal wasn't the only one that had been submitted, but it was definitely the first Olyse had considered going through for a second time. The proposal was well detailed and impressive while managing cost and quality. He was seriously considering calling for a physical meeting with the engineer, but he had to contain his excitement and attend to the designer his assistant had informed him was waiting. When he saw a lady, not more than five-four feet, stumping into his office, trying so hard but failing at keeping her features neutral, Olyse used everything he could to hold his laughter in. "I'm sorry for keeping you for so long." He gave an apology, not aware of his words until they came back to him through his ears. Olyse was eyeing the little fireball, surprised and somehow impressed by her attitude, she had grunted an inaudible reply to his apology, then gave him a sharp command to stand and walk away from his desk. "You should stand away from your desk." If he was too slow to understand, she added. "I have to take your measurements." Carde was irritated about having to wait for more than twenty-one minutes without an apology for the delay. A door opened and a woman who Carde suspected to be the assistant addressed her while pointing to another door. "You can go in now, Mr Anderton is waiting." When the stocky woman emerged from a closed office on her left to ask Carde into the office on her right, Carde was ready to demand an explanation and was thankfully stopped from doing that by the directive. However, the assistant's choice of word pissed her to hear that Mr Anderton was waiting. Carde was aware of how much her impatience cost her when it came to her clients, but all she wanted and expected was for everyone to respect the time given for efficiency and delivery. She could not afford to lose this client, taking into consideration the kind of exposure and the magnitude of this single client to her growing business. At the time when Carde sent in her proposal and designs for consideration, she had only done so because her dedicated assistants had convinced her to try. Olyse Anderton was a name known to everyone in Mandolin City. Even a newcomer within twenty-four hours would learn about the young billionaire before they spend the next twenty-four hours in Mandolin. Getting to design his custom suits, everyone knew that Olyse liked looking good. She was not entertaining the possibility of being chosen for the job. Carde was unpacked even as she barely accepted his apology while her two assistants stood still with only their heads turning awkwardly from the most powerful young billionaire to their petite boss, who may just lose the business. Adam stretched his hand towards Carla even though he was staring at the powerful man who was walking on to their boss. He was afraid and needed the support to know that it wasn't a dream in which his presently foolish boss was taunting the one person who could make them disappear without a trace. Carla held him so tightly that it hurt but his fear paralysed him from feeling the pain, just the pressure. They both relaxed when they saw the man was silently laughing at their boss. Still, they did not move when she asked them to come closer, after she had looked up at Olyse to find that she would be needing a taller person to take his measurements. Olyse had then turned to find that the petite fireball had not come in alone, her persona must have dimmed theirs for him not to notice, or her fiery attitude had captivated all of his attention. He only had to give them a look before he had them scrambling to be in the position their boss had commanded them to be. Present Day Olyse did remember allowing himself to be pointed towards giving the small company a trial. The owner of the big brand which made his tailored suits had grown too busy to attend directly to his needs, causing his suits not to be to his satisfaction. Olyse was skeptical about the small business, but after meeting with the designer, he was certain that the no-nonsense designer would take his needs seriously. The day she had taken his measurements, she only touched him once, but he knew then that he would want to feel her touch again. For that, he was prepared. Earlier, Olyse had asked his assistant to provide a stool on which the designer could stand on and help him check the fittings of his new suits. Pointing at the designer, Olyse spoke, "Come, climb this stool and help me get fitted." Anger, red hot and flaming was coursing through Carde at the client's request that she climb the stool and help him wear the new suits instead of any one of her assistants doing so. She did not see it appropriate that he would consider mocking her because of her height, nor that he would expect her to help him dress. She angrily picked up one of the three suits, mainly because he had not bargained her prices, which was a huge shock and it was right that she gave him total satisfaction in service. By the time she raised a foot to climb onto the stool, Olyse asked her assistants out of his office. "Both of you, wait outside!" With one foot on the stool, Carde was left with no other choice than to lift the other foot and stand on the stool. She turned to give her assistants instructions to obey Olyse, to find that they were already on the other side of the door with the door firmly shut. She turned to see that her client was undressing while ignoring her presence. She felt the heat in her cheeks and her body tingled, so she looked away. "You, hand over the pants." Carde turned at the sound of his voice to see him standing in his singlet, briefs and socks. His hand was held out and Carde wondered why he would expect her to take his hands and what she was supposed to do. Her eyes dropped down to his briefs. She could see the bulge but he did not look aroused. She looked up just as he took the bag from her to take the trousers from the unzipped bag. He wore the pants before turning his back on her, spreading his hands so she could put the jacket on him. Carde was aware of his biceps and abs as she adjusted the jacket on him. The suit fit like a second skin and Carde was proud of her work. She was certain about future businesses with the billionaire and she was willing to keep satisfying his needs no matter what time he needed her. Olyse thought about taunting his designer just to see the look on her face when he asked her to check the pants if they fit properly. He decided against it when he saw the crease on her forehead showing her concentration on her work. The remaining two suits also impressed Olyse and he was glad to have agreed to his assistant's suggestion. He knew that he would want to keep seeing his little fireball and having her touch him often. He knew now that he had a new designer who would become his lover. Olyse eyed Carde as he hoped to have her in his bed soon. "He likes you!" Carla stated for the second time. "What nonsense are you implying?" Carde scoffs. "There is no way that was ever possible." "It's true. I saw the way he was looking at you." Adam spoke from two tables away while he was walking back to their table from the restroom. As if as an afterthought, he added, " I bet he kissed you when he sent us out of his office." Carla mildly reprimanded Adam for being so bold. Carde might be their friend, but she was also their employer. And right now, they both needed their jobs because the pay was better than most and they had to pay off their student loans. Adam did not mind if Carde got offended by his remark. He just wanted to know if what they had both been thinking while standing awkwardly outside the office for over thirty minutes was true. He eyed Carla saying, "You thought about it too!" With an eye roll after. Carde thought about being mad. Their dirty thoughts were supposed to piss her off but she found that she wasn't feeling mad. Carde was having a totally different reaction to their words than one would expect. When her assistants shared a look that said 'I told you', Carde knew then that her reaction was giving a totally different answer than the truth. To quickly direct both Adam, who seemed pleased with himself and Carla from their wrong idea, Carde spoke out more forcefully than she should. "That did not happen, both of you had better clear your heads of such preposterous notions." Carde blushed even harder and bent her head to hide the huge red spots which would give away her own dirty thoughts. Carde did remember that, while alone in the office with Olyse, she had hoped many times if he would only tip his head a little lower, and she would have raised her lips higher to meet his. Even standing on a stool, Carde stood a head lower than Olyse, which was embarrassing, but she cared less than that their lips should join. Twice, she had been lost staring at Olyse's lips, wondering what they would taste like and if her tongue would receive or if she would demand his tongue to give. Twice, she suspected Olyse could read her thoughts as he stood watching and waiting for her to return to reality. Carde pushed back her chair where she had sat through their celebratory dinner for their success and the satisfaction of their first big client. "I am not his type. And he, most definitely, is not my type either." She would have escaped if Carla had not been faster at grabbing her purse and holding it away from Carde. With an obvious, unmasked disgust, Carla asked Carde what her type was. At the same time, Adam asked Carde what she thought was Mr Anderton's type. Carde was smart to choose to respond to the easier question. "Really, Adam, you would want to pretend not to notice that I'm neither slender nor tall. For goodness' sakes, I'm not a blond model or even any shade of hair model." Hotly, she added, "I'm an independent woman who doesn't need a man, and definitely not a man who would tell me how to dress, act, or what to do." Carde held out her hand to Carla for her bag as she got to her feet. Shaking her head, Carla hit Carde again with her question. "You cannot ignore my question." "What?" "Your type, boss?" The boss sounded like mockery. Carla knew it. Carde knew it. Even Adam was not left out, but he would not interfere if it meant finding out some very private, very juicy details about their boss. "I do not know." Snatching her bag out of Carla's hand and immediately walking towards the door, Carde felt like it all happened in slow motion as she realised that what she had said was the truth. Hand held out to stop a cab, eyes unfocused for whatever reason, Carde opened the back door of the car, stopped in front of her and took a seat. She automatically gave her address to the driver. The silence did not bother her as she believed that the driver had already heard her address and the response was unnecessary. The car drove away from the curb taking Carde home, or that was what she thought. Adam could not believe his eyes. He thought that he had seen Mr Anderton in the back of the car his boss had just been driven off in. Adam told Carla what had happened after she came out from taking care of their bill, and she did not waste any time in telling him how she knew that three glasses of wine was obviously too much for him and how he was seeing things in his drunk state.