Page 11 of The Billionaire

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I exited the most elegant, luxurious shower I had ever seen, but I didn’t have time to admire its beauty, I was too eager to see him again. The scent of roses heighten my arousal, my desire for him grew, and I craved his touch. As I smoothed the most delicious smelling rose lotion over my naked body, I thought about what I was just told by the Greek god himself, the man who just paid to make love to me for $200,000—the games were soon to begin.

Now, I wasn’t sure what these games were—I didn’t know why, but this excited me instead of evoking fear. I couldn’t wait to explore with him again. The way he touched my body, the way his lips tasted against mine. The way he penetrated me deeply was electrifying. My nipples went hard thinking about his touch and the way his teeth lightly played with my nipples.

I still throbbed down there, my silk folds swollen, glistening with a readiness.

I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door eager to see him again. Naked. But much to my surprise, he wasn’t there. My heart fell to the bottom of my stomach. He was gone and in his place was a thirty something year old woman smartly dressed wearing a tight black and white dress and fishnet stockings. She sat with her long legs crossed. She appeared to be waiting for me. Why else would she be sitting in there?

My hand rested on my chest as the embarrassing realization floated in my head, not only was I naked, but another woman knew I just had paid sex.

Man, that sounded awful.

I just had paid sex.

“Don’t cover up for me. I’m here with your next round of attire.” Her voice was mixed with kindness and authority.

I subconsciously rubbed my arms in a self-soothing manner and sat as far away from her as I could on the velvet couch where I was just squirming in pleasure minutes before.

Where did he go?

She eyed me carefully as I tucked a tendril of hair behind my ears.

I crossed my legs.

“This feels . . . awkward. I should cover up.”

“Oh, no need to. For tonight’s festivities, well, let’s just say, maybe you should use this time between us to become comfortable being naked around other women and men.”

Other women and men?

“But first, you must sign this.”

She handed me a document attached to a smart black clipboard.

“Confidentiality agreement. Nondisclosure. If you speak of this evening . . . morning, to anyone, you are at great risk for very unpleasant occurrences.”

I swallowed hard thinking about the name of this club.

They were billionaires, after all. Men with money that you didn’t want to mess with.

“Of course not.” My voice was weak and frail.

I suddenly thought about my girl friends in East Texas who didn’t go away to college like I did. They were all probably tucked safely in bed with their husbands. Or maybe a few of them were tending their children. What would they think of me here, at this grand mansion, at a sex club signing a ridiculous non-disclosure?

I swallowed hard again.

It doesn’t matter, McKenzie. Your medical school is getting paid. You’re going to be a surgeon that makes a difference. Snap out of the comparison.

I shook my head.

“May I ask you something?” I said as I flipped through the pages and suddenly gasped.

Not responsible for:

Bodily harm

Seizures

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