Page 7 of The Billionaire

4

I began to panic inside. I wasn’t entirely sure but, I was just sold for $200,000 (my entire medical school tuition by the way) and was being led somewhere where I assumed would be with whomever won me.

Moments later, I was told that I may sit by the same woman’s voice from earlier. I then heard the door shut, and the clanging of her heels no longer sounded. I was all alone in the room, at least it sounded like I was alone. I strummed my fingers on another chair, this one velvet, and couldn’t take the suspense any more.

That’s when I smelled a man. The expensive smell of cologne.

“Ah, you are a beauty.” I heard a voice and felt a finger lift my chin gently.

Fright surfaced over my body as chills manifested. My nipples went hard from the fear and I began to shake.

“You may see now, angel.” The lace was untied. I squinted as my eyes adjusted to a very handsome man in a pinstriped suit with slick back hair and warm brown eyes. I immediately scanned the room. Charcoaled lacquer walls, an elaborate gold mirror hanging and candles. And an extremely expensive upholstered bed with rich bedding.

A bed.

I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. Oh holy hell!

There would be sex.

Who the hell pays $200,000 for sex? I suddenly felt very . . . important in a weird way.

I know I must have looked scared out of my wits. I was shaking and couldn’t hide my nerves. My shock.

“Here,” a champagne flute was handed to me, the kind with gold not just decorating the top, but the stem had lines of gold as well.

I took the flute cautiously and took a giant sip. Shit. Never take drinks from strangers. Okay, past the whole rule scene here. A man is paying to have sex with me. At least that’s what I am assuming. Rules have been broken.

He studied me with careful attention and I shyly looked down at my heels.

I could feel him staring at my breasts.

“You are free to leave, if you like. There are no forced acts here.”

“Le . . . leave?”

Forced acts?

His stubble on his chin was damn sexy. His smile was intoxicating. He had perfect teeth. I looked away again completely in a bundle of nerves. This hot man, wealthy man, wanted to pay to have sex with me. I couldn’t even speak. I took another sip of the champagne while my free hand fingered the heavy necklace nervously.

“Do you wish to leave?”

My eyes scanned the room again.

$45,000 will be yours, McKenzie. Six more hours until you will be home. You can get through anything.

I looked at his light brown eyes and felt my chin tremble. I wasn’t just afraid; I was terrified. I’d never done anything like this before. And he was damn good looking. He seemed harmless. But for some reason I felt a shiver down my spine. I had never slept with a perfect stranger before.

Oh my god, what if he asks for a blowjob?

My thoughts were racing and I couldn’t control them. I finished the glass as he chuckled and paced.

“What is this place?”

He spun on his heel. “Ah, the elusive and exclusive bc.” His eyes sparkled.

I inhaled regret and stared at the ceiling trying not cry. I was scared shitless.

“I . . . . ”

---