Ella's Easter Eggs (BBW & Billionaire) Page 5

  Dash went out first, of course, making a big speech to the media.

  "In recent days, I have come under fire for some comments I supposedly made about plus-sized women. At the risk of sounding crass, this was utter bullshit. I never said any of this stuff, but I didn't deny it until now, because I thought it was important for people to engage in a dialogue about designers catering to so-called plus-sized women. I say 'so-called' because the average American woman is a size fourteen. So why is a fourteen considered plus-size then? De Maio Designs wants to remove all of the dumb, manufactured labels that the fashion industry comes up with. Put simply, we want to make clothes for these women. Sexy, flattering clothes that are stylish and function well. We've been working on concepts for this line for a long time, actually, a while before I was accused of making the afore-mentioned dumb comments."

  The reporters shot back with a variety of questions, all of which Dash answered well. He was incredible under pressure. Only Dash had the business acumen to turn a rumor into a goldmine. After he answered a few questions, Dash started to introduce me.

  "Ella, will you step forward?"

  I stood right next to him, as I heard a flurry of flashbulbs. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. The photographers didn't even know me, but they started shouting my name.

  "Ella, over here!"

  "Ella, quick smile please!"

  "Can you turn this way just a sec?"

  Putting his arm over my shoulder, Dash explained my new position.

  "Ella is our brand ambassador for this new collection. Not only is she incredibly smart and beautiful, but she's also probably the sexiest woman I've ever met in my life."

  I was about to melt. Not from all of the lights, mind you, but from Dash De Maio's sweet sentiments. Standing so close to him, I was enveloped by his scent...woodsy, musky, with some pheromones that obviously drove me wild. X-rated images of our interlude on the couch flashed through my mind as the photographers continued to snap away.

  The reporters started to ask me questions then, and I found myself sounding surprisingly articulate. I realized that being a plus-sized brand ambassador was a great responsibility, and it was one that I really, really wanted.

  "You know, living in L.A., I've had agents tell me to just abandon all hopes of being considered sexy, simply because I don't fit their cookie cutter image of what a woman is supposed to look like. Well, I'm here to tell you that women come in all shapes and sizes, and we're all beautiful! And I'm so honored and thrilled to have this platform now."

  I stayed on the red carpet for a few more minutes, chatting with even more reporters and personalities. Debra came up behind me and whispered in my ear, "Will you mention Katrina's Katerers as the company that brought you here? It's the only way she'll shut the hell up about getting a finder's fee for you."

  I had to laugh. Amidst all of the excitement from the past few days, I'd almost completely forgotten about Katrina, or my fake "egg dyeing" gig. Of course she was demanding free press. But I didn't mind. After all, as annoying as she was, she was the reason that I'd shown up there in the first place.

  "Speaking of female empowerment, I'd just like to give a quick shout-out to the woman who brought me here. Katrina from Katrina's Katerers! Not only do they provide great food and service, but they employ lots of aspiring artists in L.A."

  "What kind of work were you doing for the catering company when you were discovered?" one of the reporters asked.

  "Dyeing Easter eggs!" I shot back, and everyone laughed.

  "You're on fire tonight!" Debra whispered in my ear, as I finished up my interviews.

  Finally, it was time for me to exit the red carpet and allow some VIPs and celebrities to take my place. Debra got me a glass of champagne from the bar, and we mixed and mingled for hours. She even introduced me to the people who would be my new agents at Fleur de Lis.

  "So, are you excited to go to New York for the shoot next week?" one of them asked me.

  "Uh, what?" I was so confused.

  "Oh, yeah!" Debra piped up. "Sorry, forgot to tell you, Ella. You're going to New York next week to shoot some print ads. With Patrick Duvall."

  I almost passed out. Patrick Duvall was one of my favorite photographers of all time. How had I gotten this lucky, this fast? We sat down for dinner then. The catering people buzzed about, and the reality of my new situation started to sink in. If I played my cards right, I would never have to cater again. After years of working so many difficult jobs, I was finally going to be financially comfortable.

  The rest of the event passed by like a beautiful blur, and things started to wind down. I'd never felt so exhausted and exhilarated in my entire life. Katrina caught me as I was headed to the restroom to freshen up.

  "Ella! Thanks so much for the plug. Here's your money," she squeaked.

  And then she handed me an envelope with my six hundred dollars.

  "You're welcome!" I smiled.

  "And now that you're in the big leagues," she continued. "I'd be really happy if you considered Katrina's Katerers for your future needs."

  I almost spit out my water.

  "Yes, of course, Katrina. Not that I'm in the big leagues quite yet, but definitely in the future. You got me where I am today! Quite literally."

  "Bye, Ella!"

  "Bye."

  As I headed to the bathroom, I thanked my lucky stars that I would never have to work for her again. She was a decent person, but I would not miss her "all caps" emails. When I looked in the mirror, I was pleasantly surprised. The makeup and hair had held up really well under all of the lights. But it was time to head home. The air had become unseasonably chilly, and once the adrenaline stopped rushing so much, I realized that I was absolutely freezing. It was time to hop in the car and turn up the heater.

  Then my plans changed abruptly.

  As I exited the bathroom, I almost ran smack into Dash De Maio. The wild thumping of my heart commenced once again.

  "Ella!" he exclaimed, pulling me in for a tight hug. "You did such a great job tonight."

  "Thank you," I smiled, loving the feeling of his warm body pressed against me. "Thank you, thank you, thank you a million times for this opportunity. I won't let you down."

  He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Do you want to have a nightcap with me up at the house? No pressure, I swear. If you want to leave, I will not hold it against you."

  Leaving was definitely the best idea, the one that made sense. The problem was that I did not want to leave. Having another sexual encounter with my new boss was highly unprofessional, and it was technically a terrible idea. I'd finally gotten a job that would rescue me from financial peril -- why would I jeopardize it? But I'd never wanted anyone in my life as bad as I wanted Dash De Maio.

  "Yes, let's have a nightcap," I whispered back, against my better judgement.

  "Perfect!" he said, grabbing my hand. "Let's just escape right now, shall we? Debra can deal with all of the stragglers. I've talked enough tonight."

  And then we headed towards the house. My heart continued to race as we walked. What would a night in Dash De Maio's arms look like? He grabbed my waist from behind and whispered in my ear, as the house loomed closer and closer.

  "I'm sorry that we were so rudely interrupted last night. Maybe we can pick up where we left off?"

  "Ah, and where was that?" I giggled nervously.

  "Well, I think it starts with me giving you a tongue lashing. Correct me if I'm wrong," he said.

  I could feel his warm breath on my neck.

  "You're not wrong."

  CHAPTER NINE

  NO NIGHTCAP

  Dash's house was so big that we had to use an elevator to get to his bedroom. And what a bedroom it was. Overlooking a canopy of trees, the view even included some of the glittering city below.

  "Want a drink? I've got cognac, or port or..." Dash gestured towards a fancy bar cart in the corner of the enormous room.

  I shivered from excitement. "Uh, sure,
a glass of port sounds wonderful."

  Dash mistook my shivering for being cold. "Oh no, it's kind of freezing in here, isn't it? I have them regulate the temperatures with this eco-friendly thing, but sometimes it's cold when you first get into the room."

  He seemed abnormally chatty, maybe even a little nervous himself.

  "Oh, I'm fine."

  "How about the fireplace?" He had one of those electric fireplaces close to the bed.

  "Sure, sounds great."

  And then he flipped a switch and the fire roared to life. Looking at him standing there, his hair and skin lit by the warm glow, I realized I couldn't wait for a drink...I needed him now. Coming up behind him, I wrapped my arms around his chest and put my head on his back. Sighing deeply, I breathed in his magnificent, musky scent.

  "Ah, so you do like me," he teased, turning around pulling me into his chest.

  "Of course I like you," I sighed, nestling into the crook of his arm. "What's not to like?"

  He kissed me on top of my head. "I never know if people really like me, you know. If it's about money, or power, or whatever I can give them."

  "Well, you don't have to worry about me," I sighed, looking up into those supercharged green eyes. "I'm not after your money. Strictly your body."

  He swatted me on the ass. "Naughty girl!"

  I couldn't stop laughing. "I'm sorry! I couldn't help it. You turn me on. Is that a bad thing?"

  "No, it's not," he said, his gaze falling towards my breasts, which were barely contained by the corset dress. "Is that dress comfortable?"

  "How would you feel if I told you that it's very comfortable?" I asked, feeling his hardness start to press against my thigh as I stroked his strawberry blond mane with my hand. "That your designers did a great job making something that's both functional and fashion-forward?"

  "I wouldn't like that," he sighed jokingly, caressing my ass with his right hand. "I'd tell them to make it less comfortable next time, so you'd wanna take it off."

  He leaned down, his lips brushing mine ever so slightly. A shiver went up my spine as his hand continued to grip my ass.

  I couldn't take it anymore.

  Pulling his face closer to mine, I started an amorous assault on his mouth, gently teasing his lips and playing with his tongue. He responded in kind, grabbing the back of my head and initiating an even deeper kiss. My back arched as I sucked on his lower lip, and my entire body felt as hot as the fireplace.

  Dash growled. "I guess I need to be more specific about what I want."

  "And what is that?" I asked, gasping for air.

  "I need you to take the fucking corset dress off so I can see that gorgeous body again," he demanded.

  "Ask nicely," I teased, already started to loosen the laces in front.

  "Pretty please, Ella," he grinned, "take the fucking corset dress off now."

  Immediately complying with his wishes, I stripped off the corset dress and tossed it on the floor so that I was standing in just my panties. Dash had an immediate reaction, practically hyperventilating as he saw me in the see-through panties.

  "Is this good?" I asked. "You're so bossy. You're scaring me a little bit," I teased. "Maybe we should take a breather for a few minutes?"

  I knew it was naughty, but I couldn't resist. Playfully, I pretended to explore the room.

  "Get on the bed," Dash warned, his voice trembling.

  "I'm not sure if I should," I said. "I haven't gotten the tour yet. Want to be a good host and show me the bathroom?"

  "Fine," he sighed, a smile dancing on his lips. "You can play your little games, Ella, but just know that you're gonna be at my mercy soon."

  "Is that so? I still want a tour."

  "Fine," he agreed, grabbing my hand and leading me. "Let's go look at the bathroom."

  The first thing that struck me were the mirrors. Now, the entire bathroom was dazzling, with a steam shower, a bathtub and pretty much every accoutrement one could conjure. But the mirrors were hot. Stretching practically from floor to ceiling, they were quite impressive. I could see every inch of us as we entered the bathroom. The lights were dim, and a couple of candles were lit.

  I put my hands on the sink area, which was waist-high. There was something so thrilling about the mirrors, glancing at my half-naked body cavorting in the dim light, with gorgeous Dash right behind me, watching my every move.

  "I love these mirrors," I said. "Great choice."

  "Oh yeah?" Dash said, coming up behind me and planting a kiss on my neck.

  "Why are you still fully dressed?" I asked. "Here am I, practically naked..."

  "We can take care of that," he said amiably, removing all of his clothes quick as a flash, just tossing them on the floor.

  I gasped when I saw his body in the mirror. The last time I'd seen his bare chest, I hadn't had time to appreciate the tightness of his gorgeous, rippling muscles. Or the buttery, tawny skin. Not to mention the sight of his beautiful cock, which had me mesmerized. It was like something I'd seen in a sculpture...or a porno.

  The lap dance had provided clues to its size, but I never could have predicted the jaw-dropping extent of Dash's girth. Fearing that I'd been staring at it for too long, I had to force myself to tear my eyes away. Reaching back as I watched us in the mirror, I caressed his skin and pushed against him.

  "You have a really, really nice body," I sighed.

  "You already know what I think of yours," he said, reaching around and cupping my breasts as we watched ourselves in the mirror.

  "I think so," I muttered. "Are you sure that you didn't make those comments about plus-sized women?"

  Dash's face contorted for a second, and I could tell that my question had made him really angry. His gorgeous green eyes became intense, and he stopped touching me.

  "Ella, is that what you think of me? That I'm this inconsiderate man, with no taste for the finer things?" He genuinely seemed pissed.

  "Well, I don't know," I sighed, wishing that I'd never brought it up. "We all say things we regret from time to time."

  He reached around and pulled my chin towards him, and I surrendered to his kiss.

  "Do you really think that I would say something like that? When it's obvious that I want you so bad?"

  Then he was grabbing my hand and putting it on his cock. I had to gasp at the sheer boldness of his act, but it worked. All thoughts of any judgements went out the expensive bathroom windows, and my mind was on one track -- completely focused on Dash's shaft.

  Slowly stroking him, I turned back towards the mirror. It was impossible to stop staring. Our forms were perfectly matched, gorgeously intertwined.

  "Like what you see?" he said in a low voice.

  I nodded my head as if I were in a trance. "Yes."

  "What if I just pulled down your panties and fucked you from behind? Would you like that, too?"

  His question made me tremble, but the answer escaped my lips before I had a chance to filter it.

  "Ooooh, I would love that."

  Before I knew what was happening, Dash pulled down my tiny see-through panties. He grabbed my right leg and placed it on the fancy sink. As I stared at his expansive, exquisite body in the mirror, he positioned the head of his cock right at my entrance. Panting with anticipation, I started to lean over a bit. He was so big, and I wanted to prepare myself.

  But it was too late. In what felt like milliseconds, he had already plunged himself inside of me, impaling me on his beautiful cock. Staring at my face in the mirror, he stroked my left breast for a moment while I heaved, adjusting to his incredible size. I'd never been with a guy this big before. Not even Carlo.

  "I've been wanting to do this so bad," Dash groaned, starting to thrust. "Ever since you gave me that slutty little lap dance."

  "Oh, Dash," I sighed, the words falling out of my mouth.

  He was rendering me incapable of coherent thought, as he started thrusting and my body began to respond with delicious pleasure and pure lust.

  "Does this
feel nice?" he asked, as I watched him try to control himself in the mirror.

  "Your cock fills me up so good," I moaned, watching my breasts jiggle up and down and he pumped his dick into me even harder and faster.

  The sight of it, the sheer X-rated vision of him fucking me from behind, combined with the exquisite pleasure, made my pussy so juicy that it scared me. And then my climax started...it began innocently enough, with a few tiny muscle spasms as Dash kissed the back of my neck. But then he started pulling my hair, pumping just a bit harder...

  And I then I just freakin' lost it.

  "Ahhhhh!" I cried out, as I began to surrender to the most wickedly fantastic physical experience of my entire life.

  My clitoris exploded from the terrific stimulation, but what happened next was even deeper than that, more intense than that. Every muscle in my body submitted to the exquisite pounding I was receiving at the hands of Dash De Maio. And the relief, the wonderful release I felt as he continued to caress my neck...

  It was as if he'd been created specifically to get me off. The way our bodies fit together was unparalleled, and I could sense that he was having the same experience. As he saw me coming apart in the mirror, I could tell that he wouldn't be far behind.

  And he wasn't.

  With a tremendous growl, Dash pulled out and came all over my backside, the sticky sweetness sliding down my convulsing buttocks.

  He pulled me in close again, hugging me and whispering in my ear.

  "Let's go to bed now, baby."

  I couldn't think of a better idea.

  CHAPTER TEN

  MORNING DELIGHT

  Have you ever woken up next to someone who was so beautiful that it took you a second or two to compose yourself? That was what it was like waking up next to Dash De Maio. As the sun streamed into the ornate bedroom, I rolled over and caught a glimpse of his pure deliciousness. Dash De Maio, passed out and looking like some variation of a Greek sun god. His copper hair was complemented by his tawny skin and perfect bone structure.