Page 61 of The Billionaire

I jumped ten feet in the air.

“Oh, I’m sorry to scare you. You’re so cute!” he cooed. “Are you ready for me? I’m Logan, you’re humble stylist.” He said flamboyantly and dramatically and this caused me to instantly like him and laugh.

Oh.I guess Kyle forgot to mention I had a personal hair stylist. Maybe he forgot that normal people didn’t have one. I looked at his pouch around his waist. He was also a makeup artist, I presumed by the many brushes that sat perched in his pouch. I wanted to snap a picture and send to Shelly right then and there. Maybe I would. She would just flip and curse me out no doubt.

“Uh, sure. I’ll just grab a robe real quick.” I walked back into the elaborate white plush closet and found a pale pink lace robe that made me feel incredibly sexy, beautiful and like a Victoria Secret angel. I slid my feet in cozy slippers and slid back.

Another knock was at the door.

“Miss Kane, would you enjoy a cup of mid afternoon tea?” It was the butler.

“Uh, actually. Yes. But, uh, coffee instead?” I asked kindly.

Before the butler turned and walked away the stylist said, “Oh girl, have some bubbly. Let’s have a glass together and get to know each other.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Um…okay. Sure.”

Moments later, there I sat sipping bubbly, talking loudly over the hair dryer, to the scene of candles lit throughout the entire bathroom set to roses. I was damn lucky and I knew it. This was a scene straight out of a movie.

Two glasses later with Logan, and we were laughing and gossiping about celebrities and for a moment, I felt like I was in Shelly’s company.

“Ta da…”

I looked at myself and I couldn’t believe the wonders his fingers managed to conjure up.

I looked….

Wow.

He was a keeper.

“You do amazing work, Logan.” I admired his work as the woman staring back at me looked back with grace, with an air of confidence, power, luxury. Her eyelids were painted dark shimmery black, sultry, yet blended perfectly. And those red lips were bold! I would have never thought to….

“Oh honey, I have great hair and a gorgeous face to work with. It’s all you.” He said as he looked at me in the mirror.

“Own it girl.” He said as he put his make up brushes and all the Velcro rollers into his bag while I kept looking at myself and touching my hair, dumbstruck by his magic. I looked like I could walk the runway of Miss USA pageant, but not in the overdone way. In the—I’m ready for the world to see me way. Damn he was good! I swallowed my excitement and couldn’t wait for Kyle to see me.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tisked his tongue. “The ladies need to be left alone.” He playfully put my hands on my lap.

I laughed. “Okay….” A true, genuine smile gleamed at him. “Well, really, thank you.”

“It’s my job honey.”

As I stood in the closet admiring the incredible dresses, strong hands gripped my waist and I nearly peed in my pants.

“Shit!” I cried out as I touched my skin, my heart was racing as his familiar boy-like laugh filled my ears.

“You scared me.”

“And you look ah-mazing. We may have to skip dinner.” He bit my shoulder playfully and spun me around and looked at me with hungry eyes. I could tell he fought back the urge to ravage me. He had those eyes.

He swallowed hard and fingered his collar. He cleared his throat as he reached past me for a plunging black dress that hung like a picture on a satin padded hanger. The front plunged down to the waist where it elegantly meshed together with a gold brooch.

I eyed the price tag that daintily hung and it read $8,743.00

I shook my head in unbelief.

“Wear this tonight. It will look perfect on you. Fit for a queen.”

I smiled warmly and yet again, shyly.

I studied it and fingered the material. “I’ll just have to change bras.”

“I can do that for you.”

He unhooked my bra and his warm large hands cupped my soft breasts, his fingers squeezing my nipple in between each fingers sent instant shivers over my body and I instantly pooled for him. I’d have to change panties. His warm wet lips were on my neck. I melted back into him. I looked at us in the full-length golden baroque mirror and saw myself in another world. A world of luxury. A world of fantasy. But I saw one thing that was real: a desire so good between us. So real. There was no denying it.

“I just can’t keep my hands off of you. I just want you all to myself. I could live off of you. You’re like a drug to me.” He said huskily. “But I’ll let you dress and give your body a little rest because I have a lot in store for you tonight.” He winked.

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