Page 50 of The Billionaire

“The towels are under the sink and don’t forget your suitcase packed for you.” He winked.

I’m not going to lie. A little part of me felt like a kid at Christmas opening boxes and boxes of gifts. The wonder and surprise.

“Take your time,” he said his eyes sleepily as he let out a yawn. It was 3:15am. I was beginning to feel sleepy, too.

I shut the door behind me, I couldn’t believe I was thousands of miles up in the sky. This was truly a different world. If one saw a picture of the bathroom, it would seem like your normal every day luxury restroom in any mansion.

I let out a light laugh. I can’t believe this is really happening.

I opened the glass shower door and turned the gold faucet adjusting the temperature. Oh, facewash. I hated going to sleep without my face clean and fresh. I wondered if I would find some in the Louis. The Louis!

So I opened the suitcase that was screaming my name and saw perfectly stacked packed clothing with tags on them, gowns, swimsuits, lingerie, amazing designer heels, a medium size satin bag. I fingered a few dainty lace bras and held up a white one looking at the size. 32dd. Huh. Just my size. He really knew women, huh?

Finally I found a pink mini bag and unzipped it and found a full line of La Mer products. I shrugged my shoulders and a small smile grew to a large one. Shelly would so be jealous. I found a rubber tie and even a headband to keep my hair out of my face. Something told me that only a man with practice with women would know a woman needs a head band and hair tie when removing makeup. I opted not to wash my hair since it literally had been only eight or so hours since I last washed it and it took so long to dry because of the length.

I took the La Mer face wash and walked back to the shower. As I removed my makeup, I inhaled the luxury scent of the lather, I thought about how even when I did become a surgeon and made lots of money, I never saw myself splurging on products such as these. I was too practical but I wasn’t going to kid myself— it felt so nice.

I found lilac soap and as I washed myself, I couldn’t help but think about the number eight. Eight hours ago I was giddy with Shelly getting ready to go to the club again, yet cautious, scared, fearing that I was in some sort of danger but the hope of touching him again carried me through. I had been dolled up by Shelly, blindfolded, in a helicopter, almost ravished by a sexual beast with a disgusting mustache, played the role of a lifetime and should have won an Oscar for my acting as a southern belle—okay maybe that’s overboard, but that’s how I felt—and then rescued.

I was rescued.

I let the water pour over me and basked in that thought.

And now you just had hot sex thousands of miles up in the air.

I pondered on that and I instantly went wet again. He turned my sexual appetite up a thousand percent. No one had ever made me feel this way. Ever.

As I dried myself with plush towels, I found in my toiletry bag what appeared to be expensive French lotion. As I glided the silky fragrance over my body, I inhaled the invigorating rose scent.

I looked through the suitcase for something to sleep in. I found a hot pink satin slip with yellow lace. It was gorgeous. A matching pair of panties were folded inside it. I slipped it on admiring how different I looked in the nightie while standing in an exquisite, over the top, bathroom in a private jet.

I looked at myself in the mirror again and I smiled as I felt, well...Pretty... Sexy...Important.

I practically skipped out of the bathroom with a smile on my face ready to appear calm, confident and sexy. But I found him asleep on the bed with the cutest smile across that angel face of his.

I decided to get in bed next to him and try to get some rest myself, but I wanted to savor this moment just once. I was giddy inside! The man, the gorgeous man, was right next to me asleep and he was taking me to Maui.

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