Billionaire, romance, March Madness
Banging the Female Billionaire
Banging the Female Billionaire
“Are the kids down?” Ms. Lu asks me, breezing into the penthouse. I’m just putting away the last of the dishes from dinner.
I nod. “Yes, Ma’am.” The honorific comes out before I can stop it.
I know a lot of women don’t like to be called Ma’am anywhere. At least not anywhere farther north than West Virginia. Since I’m officially a New Yorker now, I should stop Ma’aming every woman over 20 I see. But I can’t help it. It was the way I was raised. A good southern boy.
She smiles, but doesn’t seem to mind that I’ve called her Ma’am. I mean, at this point, she might be used to it. As founder and CEO of a Fortune 500 company, and one of the most powerful women in the world, I wouldn’t be shocked if she gets called that a lot, in fact.
“Is that all for today, Ms. Lu?” I ask, tentatively, while drying my hands on the pristine white dish towel. Who the fuck has a completely white kitchen with three-year-olds in the house?
I have a test to study for, of course. But I won’t tell her that. She doesn’t care, I’m sure. I’m here to do a job, not bore her with my life. Take care of her twins, clean up after them, keep my head down. I know it’s weird for a college…
