Page 40 of The Billionaire

“The lit cigar?” I asked repulsed.

He nodded with a sadistic grin as he walked slowly towards me. I could practically hear him growling.

“Oh yes. This lit cigar.”

I took a sip of my champagne. My hand was shaking in fear. Hell, I downed it.

With each step of his shiny expensive shoes, my heart pounded, as it’s vibration tickled my ears.

He’s joking! He’s joking, surely. It was a metaphor! For how he wanted to light my ass on fire? Right? Shit . . . right?

Oh. My. God.

I downed the champagne flute and searched for a place to set the flute because my hands shook so much.

My fight or flight senses kicked in. Survive McKenzne! Stall him!

“I . . . have a better idea.” I quickly stammered as I clenched the glass. I felt so much strength pulsating in my veins, I was afraid some super-hero strength would kick in and any second the glass would burst into a thousand pieces.

“Oh do you, my pet?” He stroked that gray disgusting mustache of his and I wished that the flame would catch his mustache on fire. But something told me the perpetual creepy habit of stroking his beard was an art he had managed to perfection. I felt sick to my stomach. He was text book definition, creepy!

I wish he would just stroke something else, not need me, and leave me alone! I was scared to death.

“I’ve been told that I can suck a nail right out of a wall,” the words flew out of my mouth and I had to choke down the rising vomit of picturing his manhood. I couldn’t even manage to think what went on down south of the border.

Gag.

His eyes instantly widened and I knew I had to turn up the sex appeal. Be like an actress! I told myself.

“If you know what I mean . . . . ”

“My, my, my. An eager one!” He clapped his palms together loudly.

I studied him quickly wondering what to do next. The cigar embers were glowing, burning, ready to fall on the floor.

“But, first, I need to freshen up, just a second. Do you mind?”

He licked his lips.

“Certainly.” He motioned to the bathroom to the side of the room. “But don’t be too long. You’ve created a soft spot in me with that southern belle act of yours, but if you don’t hurry up, you’ll be punished.”

Good Lord.

I shut the bathroom behind me and turned the sink on.

Shit, what am I going to do?What the fuck am I even going to do? I need to freshen up? Now what? Now what? Think! Think!

I looked down at the golden facet handle and saw a small tag with an arrow. My eyebrows instantly furrowed in curiosity. My eyes trailed to the round gold tissue holder and I looked at it. I quickly looked under it to find a small note taped on the base that read:

Inside me

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