Enthralled by a Billionaire (3 page)

"Why?" asked Violet.

Emma really didn't want to answer.
Violet has already made enough assumptions about her. "I need to
tell my driver that I intend to stay on campus for a couple more
hours."

Violet didn't say anything, but her
grin said a thousand words.

For a brief moment, as Emma had
watched Violet and Greg together, she'd almost forgotten about the
Ben Wa balls inside her. But as she walked outside, the damn things
started clanking again and she was once again made fully aware of
them.

She found Jamal leaning against the
Lexus. Before he could open the door for her, she stopped him. "I'm
staying on campus for a while. Don't worry about picking me up. I
can get a ride from someone else."

Jamal gave a small bow. "Turning into
a party girl already, huh?”

Emma laughed, shaking her head as got
back into the car and drove away.

By the time she’d walked the block and
a half from the parking lot to the bookstore, (with her legs
crossed) Greg's shift had ended, so she took them both over to her
campus apartment.

Dylan had spared no expense when
furnishing her place. The main room was massive. In the center of
the room was a depression in the floor that held three couches,
facing an entertainment center with a 60 inch television. The far
wall was covered with windows that stretched from the floor to the
ceiling.

A small glass dining room table sat in
front of them, overlooking a gorgeous view. Her kitchen was against
the back wall. A long black marble counter with barstools separated
it from the living area.

Violet walked around like she owned
the place. Emma followed her from room to room as Violet bounced on
her bed, went through the drawers in her kitchen and touched the
paints in her private studio. "Self-made? Huh,
Princess?"

Emma rolled her eyes. "I never said
that and I wish you’d stop calling me Princess."

Violet draped her arm over Emma’s
shoulder. “Princess was only an insult when I wasn’t benefitting
from your wealth. Now that we’re holding a meeting in the most
smoking pad I’ve ever seen, Princess is a term of
endearment.”

Greg placed two bags on the kitchen
counter. "Let's get unpacked for the meeting."

Emma finally decided to ask. "What's
this meeting for anyway?" It didn’t matter. More than anything Emma
simply wanted to fit in, even if they were holding a meeting for
the Charlie Manson Fan Club, she would have let them use her
place—then changed the locks.

"The campus feminist club," Violet
said as she pulled a pretzel out of the bowl Greg had just
filled.

Emma looked at Greg with surprise.
"You're a feminist?"

He asked with equal incredulity,
"You're not?"

Emma shrugged.

"Do you believe women and men should
be treated equally?" Greg asked.

"Yeah, I do."

"Then you're a feminist."

"That's all to it?"

"Yep."

"Anything else is propaganda created
to get women to act against their own self-interest," Violet
added.

Before Emma could say more the bell
rang. "I should get that."

One by one, people started to filing
into Emma's apartment. Emma wanted to be polite and greet them all,
but the Ben Wa balls rattling around inside her made that
impossible. She parked herself on the couch and crossed her
legs.

Greg sat down next to her and not at a
friendly distance either. His wide strong arm was pressed against
hers. He thrust his plate in her direction. “Chips?
Dip?”

She took one of the chips and ran it
through the ranch dip. “Thank you.”

“You know, I really like your
hair.”

Emma ran her fingers through her curly
mane. “Reggie showed me how to do it. It’s just wash and go with a
couple of well-placed pins.”

“Reggie? Is that your
boyfriend?”

Emma chuckled at the thought. “No,
he’s my stylist.”

“Good. Well next time you go to him,
tell him he does a fine job.”

“I’m sure he’ll be happy for the
compliment. You know…” Emma took one of the butterfly pins out of
her hair and crawled to her knees on the couch. She took those
disobedient strands that loved to fall into Greg’s eyes and pinned
them back.”

Greg smiled and asked, “How do I
look?”

Emma laughed, shaking her head as she
sat back down.

Violet stood in the center of the
couches and started the meeting. “This is an awesome turn out for
this year’s first meeting of GEM.”

Greg leaned down and whispered in
Emma’s ear, “Gender Equality Movement.” His breath was warm and
kind of minty. She realized he had gum and was holding out on her.
She held out her hand and he immediately knew what she wanted and
gave her a piece.

Violet continued. “There are a couple
of things I want to go over before we get started. Ms. Philips is
on sabbatical. The person who is taking over her classes is also
our new faculty sponsor and advisor. Mrs. Randall texted me that
she was running a bit late, but she will be here soon.

“Ms. Cobb here, who prefers Princess,
but will accept Her Majesty, has graciously offered this space as
our yearlong headquarters. And for that we will love her
forever.”

Emma covered her face,
smiling.

“The first order of business is
recruitment. There is an campus fair this weekend and I’ve already
gotten us a table between Health Services and the credit card apps
because I’m a pro. Between the free condoms and free t-shirts,
it’ll be the most packed spot on the quad.”

“The only problem is I’ve already
agreed to help at the LGBT table, so Greg will need someone to
pitch in.”

Greg turned to Emma. “You busy this
weekend?”

“She probably has to wax her sports
cars or something,” Violet teased.

Emma replied in her haughtiest voice.
“Violet, darling, I have people for that.” Everyone laughed and for
the first time since the day had started Emma felt as though she
really fit in. “Sure Greg, I can help out this weekend. But I’m
afraid I don’t know much about the club, this being my first
meeting and all.”

“That’s fine. We can meet for lunch
tomorrow and I’ll tell you all about it.”

Violet clapped her hands together.
“Well, now that that’s settled—” The bell rang. “That must be our
advisor.” Violet went to the door and pushed the talk button. “Who
is it?”

“This is Mrs. Randall.” Even though
there was a lot of static, the voice had a familiar ring to
it.

Emma watched the door as Violet opened
it and greeted the woman on the other side.

Miranda stepped into the apartment and
scanned the room. Her eyes locked on Emma and her mouth fell
open.

Emma didn’t know what to do. But she
knew she wanted this woman out of her house. She ruined everything
she touched.

Emma jumped up from the couch, ready
to toss Miranda out on her ass.

Clank.

Clank.

The sound of two Ben Wa balls hitting
the hardwood floor.

[End]

Thanks for reading. If you
want to know when my next story comes out, check out my
webpage:
LoveLettersFromLexi.com