Page 42 of The Billionaire

This could be working.Now or never.

“Trust me.” I whispered and looked at him as seductively as possible. I finally made it past him and felt I had made it passed first base. Just needed to round two more bases!

So I slowly removed the other shoulder strap and felt it linger on my arm. Those twenty steps felt the longest of my life!

My hand shook as I removed the crystal nob from the liquor container. I poured it into a glass.

Now or ever. I told myself again.

I let the dress fall and drape around my ankles. I leaned forward giving him a show of my ass in the lacy lingerie. This should divert him!

I reached for the small potion tucked in my bra and in a flash emptied it into the liquid. I felt so relieved, yet in a crazy way, thrilled at the exhilarating feeling of not getting caught. Is this what secret spies feel?

I spun around to him walking slowly towards me.

“Ice is it?”

His eyes trailed my almost naked body and I knew I didn’t have much time.

I remembered the way his glass clanked against the glass earlier. So I knew he did take his liquor with ice.

“I say yes.”

I dropped three ice cubes and did my best Victoria Secret cat-walk walk towards him.

He now stood in front of the bed.

As I pranced his way, I let my fore finger rest on his jacket as I handed him his glass and whispered, “Sit.”

He fingered his collar and this signaled a good sign to me.

Play it up! Play it up! Get him to drink asap!

So I did a little strip tease move I learned from doing those stupid Carmen Electra DVD strip tease workouts during college. Knees together, turn side ways, saunter down move.

“Now, I don’t know what they say about women in California, but women from Texas . . . ” I licked my lips as I rotated my knees in front of him and gave him a show. I spread my legs spread eagle before I stood back up.

His lips were now inches away from the ice-cold beverage with eyes filled with lust. I must be doing something right.

And finally! He took a sip.

What next? What next?His belt!

I reached for his belt and began maneuvering it off of him as quickly as possible, but still as sexily as possible.

“But not only is everything bigger, well . . . “

“I’m from Texas. You know.”

“Oh, you are?”

Stay focused.

“Well, it’s better. Everything’s better if you know what I mean.”

I almost coughed as I felt him harden beneath the fabric of his tailored pants.

Oh, God please just down that drink!I don’t think I can bare to see it.

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