Page 13 of The Billionaire

“What are the games?” I asked confidently as if I didn’t care. I twirled a silky blond tendril of hair. It was all an act. I did care! But maybe reverse psychology would work with her.

She lowered her glasses and made locking eye contact. Her grey eyes were accentuated against the heavy dark blue shadow. “Well . . . they are a sight. Indeed. Just sign right here.”

To hell with it.

Fuck it!

Let’s get on with it.

I just want to see him again.

I signed the paper like I owned the world.

As I signed, she generously continued her commentary. “It’s every man’s fantasy. A rich man can have the world, just like any king of old.”

My feminist side’s feathers were ruffled. I fingered the red diamonds dangling across my chest thinking about how this would all be worth it if I could see him again.

“Ah, you’re a red tonight.”

“Excuse me?”

“The necklaces are for designating into groups. You’re a red. And well, get ready.”

Get ready for what?

She held up a black satin thong with diamonds dangling in the strip that would be in between my ass.

I’d never seen anything quite like it. The front was crotchless. I gulped.

The bra had an underwire with incredible thin chiffon that barely made it one inch around my breast, exposing generously my nipples. Strings of small diamonds draped from the top of the cup and dangled over my hardened sensitive nipples, the rough edges causing me wetness already.

She broke out a makeup bag and touched up my face. Minutes later, she slipped a pair of strappy Jimmy Choos on my feet.

“Stand up.”

I stood as she encircled me with approving stares.

She sprayed perfume around my neck, my breasts, my stomach, my ass, and then squatted down where she inspected my bare twat.

Spray. Spray. Spray.

She sprayed around the area and I inhaled and breathed trying to calm my nerves. The only time another woman was down there was my female doctor. I was already so sensitive there that I was embarrassed by the excitement and the eroticism of this night. I was embarrassed that I was a teensy wet from my nipples being stimulated. I didn’t want her to think she had anything to do with that.

She stood to face me with no look of suspicion or judgment. I exhaled not realizing my breath was held.

“Alright. All set.” She turned me briefly to the golden full-length mirror and I couldn’t believe my eyes.

It was sexy. Naughty sexy. Exactly how I imagined billionaires would dress their women.

Oh dear Lord. I prayed in my mind. What am I getting myself into?

Swiftly, I saw the back of the black lace and felt it tight around my eyes and head several times before it was secured, obscuring my vision once more. My eye lashes screamed in protest. They weren’t used to so much mascara.

She reached for my hand and led me out of the room. I listened quickly to my surroundings in hopes of finding out anything more about where I could possibly be.

The draft was chilly and my footsteps echoed. We walked for minutes past many twists and turns, and after carefully walking down many flights of stairs, my feet ached and I was out of breath realizing I needed to run more now that school was winding down. There was no reason for me to be this winded.

There was a sudden change of temperature. I felt chilled and my nipples hardened even more. I wrapped my arms around my waist.

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