Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 64: Apple’s Thinking

Apple’s POV

At the airport, we were greeted by members of the Jones Telecommunications team when we landed. Bruce and Chris got into a stretch limo with Jones officials and were driven to the Jones headquarters, while the Omnilert team was herded into a van driven by an assistant. Bruce and Chris were taken to the Jones office.

When we walked off the plane, the temperature was close to seventy degrees, and the sky was clear. Before getting into the car, we all removed our winter coats and checked them in with our luggage on the plane.

The entirety of the day was spent with me being cooped up in a room with a manager and half a dozen analysts working for Jones’s network expansion group. The task at hand was to conduct a cost analysis on the key market expansion goals they had set for themselves. It was up to me to determine if Jones’s intentions were realistic or if they were being blown out of proportion in order to drive up the stock price of the acquisition.

Serge showed up at the door at approximately six o’clock and suggested that we call it a day and go home. Never in my life have I been more relieved to see him than I was that day. When I finally had everything set up in my hotel room, it was almost eight o’clock, and I felt like my brain had been turned to mush. Before running inside for a speedy shower, I undressed to my underwear and hung them up in a nice and orderly fashion on hooks. It felt incredible as the tension in my neck and shoulders melted away as the hot water worked its magic.

I was completely unaware of how chaotic the day had been or how stiff my muscles had grown at the end of it. I shut my eyes and wished that Bruce was standing behind me in the shower, stroking the tension from my shoulders away as his manhood slid into me from behind.

My stomach rumbled, which brought me abruptly back to the here and now. I suddenly realized that the honey bun I had had the day before was the last thing I had eaten. However, that is a pipe dream for another time. I got out of the shower and reached for a towel on my way out.

I put on a pair of boxer shorts and a worn-out t-shirt I made sure to wear comfortable clothes for bed.

I gathered my tresses into a high ponytail and proceeded to the dresser in order to retrieve the room service menu. Over the phone, I placed an order for a chocolate shake, a cheeseburger, and some fries. When I was out of town, I completely threw away my normal, healthy eating routine and indulged in unhealthy foods.

I reached for the remote control and retreated to the comfort of my bed, where I settled in to watch some television while I waited for my less-than-healthy meal.

***

I had been watching a movie for about thirty minutes when someone knocked on the door. He yelled out in surprise, "Room service!"

"Just a moment," I said. I got out of bed and turned off the television before continuing my morning routine. I removed my handbag from the dresser so that I could give it to the other person as a tip. When I open the door, Bruce Lawrence was there wearing a chef’s hat and pushing a cart stocked with a variety of meals that were covered.

"What the hell you are doing," I queried while sporting a wide grin on my face. "What specifically are you doing at the moment?"

After that, he continued by saying, "Delivering your lunch, ma’am," while sweeping his arms over the food cart as if it had materialized out of thin air. "Do you want me to come in, or do you want to eat in the hallway?"

I stepped to the side to give him space to bring the food cart into the room. While he was removing the covers from the dishes, he indicated for me to take a seat at the foot of the bed.

"Ma’am Apple, this tonight we have a wonderful fresh garden salad for you, which, if I may recommend, you simply dump in the trash because it’s actually just rabbit food."

He took off the silver cover that was on the first plate.

"The main course will consist of a tender and flavorful filet mignon accompanied by mashed potatoes with garlic and baby carrots."

He proceeded to the next cover after that.

"For dessert, we have a beautiful slice of strawberry cheesecake, and in addition to that, you can choose between coffee or tea."

He went around the cart and got two six-packs of beer from the back of the cart.

I continued by saying with a grin, "You really are something." I thrust my chin upward and focused my gaze on the dishes in front of me. "It would appear that you brought more than enough food for two people."

He made a joke about having a shocked expression. "Did I? Oh no, the kitchen must have made a mistake with your order somewhere along the line. I’m planning to have them caned as soon as possible."

I shrugged and said, "I won’t be able to eat all of it." I move my head to the side and gave him a sly grin. "Would you be interested in accompanying me on this trip?"

Bruce flashed a grin as he took off the chef’s hat that he had been wearing. Laughing as he rubbed the palms of his hands together, he threw the chef’s hat onto the cart before doing so.

"I was hoping you’d say that."

Bruce set the dinner on the compact table that was situated in front of the window, and then he and I took seats on opposite sides of the table to tuck in. Both of us devoured our food as if we were starving. The food was very delicious. The salads were discarded as waste.

The filet disintegrated into a liquid in my mouth.

The dessert caused me to groan in a literal sense.

While we stuffed our bellies with food and drank cold beer for hours, we carried on a conversation. Bruce talked about his background, including how he started the company when he was a teenager and how he and Henry grew the company from the ground up.

There were numerous victories, but when he spoke about his personal life, I got the impression that he was sad. I focused on his eyes the entire time he was talking. I didn’t run into the jerk I’d talked to the day before at all.

I dare say that he had been replaced by an upstanding member of society.

Bruce heaved a sigh as he sat back in his chair and drink his fifth or sixth drink. "Holy cow, what an adventure this has been." He took a sip from his drink and looked at me with a curious expression on his face.

"And you, I’m surprised that you don’t have a significant other in your life."

I made an attempt to avoid answering the question by pressing the bottle to my lips. Whoever suggested that I couldn’t have a boyfriend is an idiot.

He replied by saying, "It says on your social media."

"Oh, my goodness. Did you look me up on my social media?"

He scowled at me in response. " Of course I did. You should know by now that everything you post on your social media is viewable by anyone. According to your relationship status, you do not have a significant other."

After I had completed the first bottle, he handed the second one to me. After that, I shared the information with him about Edward.

He muttered under his breath, "What a wuss. Mama’s boy," he says.

"You are correct."

"Allow me to tell you something," he started, his voice lilting here and there and somewhat slurring as he spoke. "How would you react if my mother suggested that I break up with you?" He gave a little shake of the head and stuck out his bottom lip. "I’d say no way, mother. Do you realize how tough it is to find a nice girl?"

I was so drunk that I almost blew beer out of my nose. I reached for a handkerchief and wiped my lips as he smirked at my reaction, which caused him to laugh. My hands were cupped in front of my face, and I used them to blow away the tears of laughter.

"So, what do you think of me as a person?" I asked, almost joking (nearly).

Bruce drinks from his lips while looking directly into my eyes the entire time. "In my opinion, you’re a wonderful young lady. Would you say that I come across as a charming young man?"

I laughed as the alcohol rush continued to course through my veins. " My opinion is that you, Mr. Lawrence, are a naughty young man. Definitely a scumbag of the highest order." After consuming the contents of the bottle, I shattered it on the table.