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  His Secret Desire

  The Billionaire Secrets Series - Volume One

  Copyright 2014 Drew Sinclair

  Published by Drew Sinclair at Smashwords

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  Table of Contents

  Acknowledgements

  Start Reading His Secret Desire

  Sample Chapter: Her Sweet Satisfaction - Billionaire Secrets Vol Two

  His Secret Request - Billionaire Secrets Vol Three

  Her Sweet Surrender - Billionaire Secrets Vol Four

  His Strict Requirement - Billionaire Secrets Vol Five

  Her Sweet Liberation - Billionaire Secrets Vol Six

  Other Books by Drew Sinclair

  Sample Chapter: Scandalous - The Scandalous Billionaires Collection

  Sample Chapter: Teased - Resisting the Billionaire Collection

  About Drew

  Connect with Drew

  Acknowledgements

  I bow down before those who have gone before me. I thank my discerning readership who make all of this craziness possible.

  Cover Art by the stupendous Cali MacKay

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  Disclaimer

  Warning: This free or very reasonably priced eBook contains sexual content, bad language, scenes of a romantic nature, scenes of a gratuitously hot and steamy nature, some corny humor and probably some very cheesy lines as well. The story arc won't be perfect, hell, not even the grammar will be perfect but God damn it, it's still exactly the kind of book I love to read. You have been warned. If it's not your thing then please turn back now! No hard feelings, we can still be friends 

  Love & Hugs, Drew.

  If you're still with me, read on and enjoy!

  Prologue

  "What's so special about me?" She asked. The look he gave her revealed a flash of near desperation that went through her like a small hurricane. Instantly she felt how naked she already was before this man - only her bathrobe shielded her full nudity from his gaze; no underwear, no lingerie, no nothing.

  Not even a suntan.

  Her total satisfaction tonight had just become his Holy Grail.

  Chapter One

  Stay low. Stay clean. Leave no trace.

  Katy eyed the untouched grande latte sitting next to her. It was probably cold already, but she hadn't come here looking for good coffee - she had better blends at home - she was here to get some work done and the Cool Bean café in the heart of Lovett, Maine was her favorite spot in town to drop in, tune out the world and get down to business.

  Today of all days she wanted nothing more than to lose herself in her work. It was the only way she could really forget about who she was and about the problems that had haunted her for years. After all, she hadn't had a blackout now in over four years and every birthday that went by made it seem more likely that she would never experience one again.

  She hunched over and busily tapped commands into her 'clean' laptop. She was working on an untraceable, digitally unidentifiable high end machine. It allowed her to snoop without being snooped herself and was one of the key tools of her trade.

  She tried to focus but the man conspicuously not looking at her from three tables away required attention. He didn’t look like the kind of dork who would wear hi-tech smart glasses and the sleek eye wear he was sporting was no chunky, nerdy Google Glass prototype. Nevertheless, she was sure he was wearing something. It was her business to be sure. Her survival depended on it. The guy had clearly looked directly at her, whispered a command and then his eyes had moved erratically, angling slightly upwards towards the ceiling, indicating a screen effect behind the slim frames perched on his nose.

  For the last three days she hadn't been able to shake the feeling that someone was watching her, but every time she thought she had identified someone they melted away. She still couldn't shake it though, and now here was this guy, just sitting, not reading, not talking to anyone, not even checking his phone.

  Was this it? After all these years? Had they finally tracked her down?

  It wouldn't be the first time they had come close to getting her but they had never made visual contact, not that she was aware of anyway, but if this was it then she wouldn't go down without a fight.

  The bedraggled old lady opposite her looked at the male stranger, then back to Katy and smiled. She held up the coffee that Katy had sent over to her table by way of thanks. Katy nodded back. They were good that way in this place. They never asked old Maria to leave, not unless it they desperately needed a spot for a paying customer, and if that was the case then Katy was always happy to oblige by making a purchase on the old lady's behalf and inviting her to her own table.

  There but for the grace of God go I.

  Katy half glanced over at the man again, trying not to make it obvious that she was so intensely aware of his presence. The last thing she wanted was contact, even if he was just an innocent stranger, and even if it was a stranger who looked like he had just stepped out of the pages of a men's magazine. Normally G-men weren't so hot and Mafia guys weren't so smooth, at least not the ones she had been involved with.

  She so didn't need this right now. A cat and mouse game or another uprooting of her life to stay one step ahead of her pursuers. She needed time to focus if she was going to keep her one woman consultancy from going down the tubes. Even fugitives need to make money and one of her clients, a minor national celebrity, was in trouble. It was all the guy's own fault but the blame was being leveled squarely at her. It didn’t matter that the idiot had involved himself in a sex-tape escapade with hookers and crack cocaine, he expected her to take care of all of his 'privacy' issues and the threats of exposure he was receiving would ruin her too if the story came out.

  She looked down to her laptop and began shutting down connections. She had been snooping the backgrounds of the individuals with copies of her client's tape, coming up with dirt on them and examining all of their potential digital weaknesses, but maybe it was time to leave and see if this guy made a move to follow her.

  "Excuse me."

  Katy's heart jumped when she saw the tall stranger with the glasses standing next to her. She had been so focused on making a clean digital exit from her investigation that she had never seen him move.

  She wondered if she should jump and run, but that had never been her style. She had smarter ways of evading identification and capture.

  She stared up at the man and although he had looked good from across the café, the full on impression of him standing over her was something else entirely; it hit her like a wall sized breaker on Waikiki beach. Dark hair, Mediterranean looks, lips that cried out to kissed and a sharp suit made complete with cufflinks, tie pin and waistcoat. This guys good looks and dress sense were to die for. Most folks in Lovett, Maine dressed down because they were all so rich they didn’t need to work anymore. This guy wasn't one of them and he had gotten the drop on her.

  "Excuse me?" He repeated as though she might not speak English.

  "What is it?" She said, watching him closely.

  "I don’t know your name." His voice was calm, deep and supremely self-assured.

  Katy extended her hand. It was possible after all, that he was a business prospect. New clients occasionally
approached her in this way, wishing to avoid any obvious connection even to the person who they would expect to take care of all of their digital privacy issues. If he was Mafia she would be dead by now and if he were government he wouldn't be wearing the designer suit with all of the expensive accessories. This had to be business.

  "Katy Maldon." She said. "Privacy Specialist."

  He took her hand and all of a sudden she felt so tiny by comparison. He was warm, strong, all encompassing and a thrill ran through her taking her completely by surprise. Men were not high up on her to do list, especially not with her business about to go down the tubes and her obsessive attention to keeping a low profile.

  "Privacy Specialist." He considered the words as though he had never heard the term before. Katy began to relax; her intuition for people and for business were giving her the right signals. This man clearly liked to be enigmatic and to keep his motivations to himself. His thoughts would have been unreadable to anyone else but Katy was pretty sure she knew what he was thinking about; he wanted privacy and he would be willing to pay whatever it took to find the highest quality service available.

  Hands down, that was her.

  "That's right." She said. "I'm the best there is. If you need to keep a low profile in a world of high surveillance, then I can help you. Provided your business is legitimate. I don’t take on clients involved in any criminal activity."

  "I'm sure you don't." He said. "May I sit down?"

  "Please do."

  He pulled up a chair, sat back and rested one cuff-linked wrist onto the table.

  "If you're the best there is then could you explain to me why it is that I've never heard of you?"

  "First, you need to lose the technology." Katy nodded to his eyewear.

  "Excuse me?" He was genuinely surprised.

  "You heard me and you know exactly what and why."

  He smiled at her assertiveness and for a second the cool, distant business man was gone and someone else entirely shone through. It was too short though, too brief to tell much about who this man really was.

  He put the slim glasses down on the table and fixed his gaze onto Katy. The effect was startling. His eyes were a piercing blue despite his otherwise dark looks and they watched her with such focus that she almost wished he had kept the glasses on. Her heart began to beat a little faster. This guy was taking her totally off guard. Maybe she was wrong, maybe this wasn't about business all.

  "Happy now?" He said.

  "I'll be happier when I know your name."

  He waited a moment, as though giving his name away were more than he wanted to do.

  "I'm new in town." He said. "I just bought the Beechwood Cove place down on the seafront."

  Rich. Rich as hell. If this was true then he wasn't just any ordinary business man, this guy was either a huge crime boss of some kind, a child of vast inherited wealth or an immensely successful individual. By her Katy's best guess he could hardly be more than thirty years of age so that meant it was more likely one of the first two options.

  "Are you going to tell me your name?" She said.

  "Frankly Ms. Maldon, I'm not sure I should. To be honest, you've made me feel somewhat nervous today."

  "Well I can’t imagine why. All I'm doing is drinking coffee."

  "I think you're doing a bit more than that." He said knowingly. "Clayton Hargrave is my name and it’s a pleasure to meet you Ms. Maldon. Now would you care to explain to me how you know about that glassware on the table?" He nodded down to his eyewear.

  "I don’t know anything it Mr. Hargrave, except that I don’t like being filmed or photographed or ID'd without my consent. Not that any of it would get you anywhere, but still, there is the principal."

  "Do you know how much it cost to develop that prototype? It should be virtually undetectable."

  "Well the glasses are undetectable, it's your blinking and staring off into the corner of space and whispering to yourself that gives it away."

  He nodded his head as though acknowledging the obvious flaw in design.

  "Well nothing has given you away." He said. No cell phone signal, no signals from any wearable technology and nothing at all from that no-name laptop you have there. No references to your image on the internet or in any database that I have access to."

  "Is that so strange? Why should I broadcast my identity to the whole world just because I want to do some work in a café? Surely there's nothing strange about that?"

  "Everyone broadcasts Ms. Maldon. The only people who don't are either homeless or naked, and even then billions of faces show up instantly via facial recognition cross referencing social media. You aren't homeless I presume and you certainly aren't naked." He paused for a micro-second after the word naked and Katy felt it acutely. She hadn't been naked for anyone in a long, long time. The thought of being naked for this guy… she pushed the thought back down again.

  "Now unless that laptop is a chunk of plastic molded to look like a computer you have the quietest and most sophisticated device I've ever seen outside of a military lab. You are a blank space in the digital electromagnetic field Ms. Maldon and that makes me very, very curious about you indeed. In fact, this puts you on my need to know list."

  Katy smiled but her palms had become moist with a mixture fear and excitement. It was a confusing cocktail and one she wasn't used to. This guy was coming to close to the bone in more ways than one.

  She weighed up her options.

  He could be military, he could be NSA or he could be some other government agency and none of that was good. The technology she made use of to protect her clients always skirted the edge of what the government was happy for the public to have access to. She dreaded getting the call from the NSA asking her to hand over files about her clients but it hadn't happened so far but maybe this was it. The big boys of technology could survive that kind of scrutiny but it would ruin her reputation, put an end to her business and most worryingly of all, expose her identity.

  She was in enough trouble with her current client as it was.

  "What would you like to know?" she said, buying time while weighing up her options again.

  "I need to know who you are. In fact, let me put it this way, I'm not comfortable with you leaving here until I know exactly how it is you've managed to hide yourself so effectively from my technology."

  Her palms were getting wetter and her heart was beating faster. Privacy was Katy's strength but also her weakness. She was an expert in remaining invisible but if someone threatened to get close to her it tended to rattle her nerves. This guy, whoever he was, had spotted her and confronted her more quickly and directly than anyone ever had since she had decided to go off grid and devote herself to entirely to making herself and her clients as invisible to the world as it was possible to be.

  Cornered and fearful, her instincts told her to go on the attack.

  "I understand that I've made you nervous Mr. Hargrave and clearly there's a reason for that. Would you like to share it with me?"

  "Sure." He said sarcastically. "I'd love to share my most closely guarded personal secrets with you out here in the open, in a café, in the middle of the day. I suppose we could just make love to each other right here in front of all these people as well and it would be perfectly normal."

  Katy blanched but a spark of fire ran through her at the same time. His brazenness in using the image of their making love out in the open in full view of the world, caught her by surprise and part of the surprise was how instantly thrilling the idea was. The down side of privacy was not being able to share anything with anyone. Her life had been a closed book for three long years, ever since the death of… she couldn't even bear to think about it.

  "I think I need to go now." She said and began gathering her things together.

  Clayton watched her quietly but inside he was panicking. This was going horribly wrong. He had no idea who this girl was and the idea was intensely exciting for him. His instinct to control found its most satisfying outlet
in people, especially when the person was an attractive woman he badly wanted to fuck. He was driven to find out everything about her that there was to know; mentally, emotionally, physically and most of all sexually. This was for him, the most gratifying experience in the world and it was, outside of his work, his absolute passion.

  Not to mention that he was exceptionally good at it.

  Knowing how to read people was one of the reasons he had been so wildly successful in business and it was the main reason he had had his prototype glasses developed. He had no intention of competing with other products in the market; he just wanted the absolute cutting edge best technology for himself. What he had developed and pulled together from other surveillance projects over the years now allowed him to put another person's life at his fingertips with just a glance. Any hint of mystery set him on fire and the mystery of this woman, Ms. Katy Maldon, was complete.

  Therefore, she would be fucked by him. That much was sure. And she would be fucked in a way that he would extract from her deepest, darkest, sexiest fantasy. She, like all the other women he had had, would never be the same again afterwards.

  But that was future tense. If he let this girl go now he might never see her again, never get to solve her particular mystery, and never get to see her break into a million little pieces as her sexual fantasy was fulfilled to the absolute letter; eyes dotted and tees crossed. Plus, if she was really as good as she said she was and if she were as good at covering her tracks as she was at hiding electronic signals from her personal technology, then this could really be goodbye and Clayton Hargrave only ever did 'goodbye' strictly on his own terms.

  "I did learn one very important fact about you through those glasses Ms. Maldon." He said. "But of course, if you aren't interested to know what the weak spot in your 'cloaking' technology is, then all you have to do is walk away right now and it will remain forever a secret. Until of course, the next person comes along who can see right through it and read your life like an open book."