Page 30 of A Billionaire for Christmas
Suddenly an idea came to her. She pulled away. He needed to be taken down a peg or two. She needed to let him know who the boss was. ‘Meet me back here in half an hour.’
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A short but hectic while later, she had wrestled herself back into the burlesque costume and was sauntering seductively, just like she’d seen the women in the Cigar Lounge do it, into the kitchen area. Levi’s eyes were out on stalks.
His eyes swept over her long legs sheathed in stockings. She fingered the little red bows teasingly at the top of each stocking before drawing his eyes to the frilly skirt, no longer than crotch-level. She saw his excited gaze follow her hands as she put them to her waist. It looked tiny, pulled in tight, the red corset doing a sterling job of creating delicious womanly curves that accentuated her breasts to perfection. Two generous mounds of sumptuous bosom peeking over the top of the corset, half hidden by the thick mane of hair tumbling down her bare shoulders. Levi stared at her cleavage, his mouth falling slightly open. She’d just had time to give her lips a slick of red gloss. She batted her eyes slowly at him. She was in the mood to teach him a lesson. She’d have him begging for her by the end of the night and she would reject him, like he’d done to her.
‘What would you like me to do first?’
I’d like you to whip your top off and flex those spectacular muscles at me.
‘Right, right.’ She tried to think of something sensible to say. ‘You can stand over there, far away from me, and erm, chop this up.’
Levi looked down at the vegetable she was holding out. It was very suggestive as far as carrots go. He took the carrot from her hand, his fingers grazing hers. The whole exchange was loaded with sexual euphemism. Molly found that she was rooted to the spot, watching as though in a trance as he trailed the carrot slowly across the palm of his hand before pointing it at her.
‘Nice carrot,’ he said. She held her breath, unsure of what was coming next. He was wild and unpredictable and thrilling, and he had her nerves on end. He took a step around the counter towards her. ‘What do you want me to do with it?’
She could barely look him in the eye. ‘What wouldyoulike to do with it?’ She was all for empowering people in the workplace.
His eyes flashed, a dangerous twinkle lighting up his whole face.
She barely managed to squeak, ‘Because I was thinking, shave it into neat ribbons.’
‘Okay, you’re the boss. I’ll shave it into neat ribbons. Anything else I can do for you?’ He was making it sound filthy.
‘In what way is this not flirting?’ Molly said huskily, stepping towards him. She looked slowly up at him.
‘In what way is wearing this outfit not flirting?’
Touché.
Perhaps it was time to be more assertive. ‘Take off your top,’ she ordered.
Oh God. Was she really going to do this?
‘Things are about to get messy.’ She cleared her throat nervously. ‘We’re making a panna cotta slippery nipple for dessert.’
Levi rolled his eyes playfully and did as he was told. ‘Sounds delicious.’
As he lifted the hem of his T-shirt and slid it over his head, she took a deep breath in, sure that she wasalmostcompletely in charge of this game she was playing. She would show him all right.
He stood in front of her, the soft fabric of his jogging pants clinging to every muscle. She saw the excitement she was causing and felt instantly empowered. She would soon have him grovelling for mercy.
‘Hold this,’ she instructed, taking a clip from her hair to release the theatrical feather fascinator. He took the clip while she trailed the feather teasingly down his torso, slowly down to his crotch. His erection sprang to attention. She was going to enjoy torturing him. He would have no idea that it would all come to nothing. She would be cruel in her revenge. And serve it cold. Just like he had been cruel towards her.
Instinctively he reached out to touch her. She slapped him away with a long, black, satin-gloved hand. He stood back, realisation dawning as to the punishment ahead. Levi regarded her for a moment. ‘Before you go any further,’ he said firmly, ‘I’m not into playing games. So whatever revenge fantasy you’ve cooked up in your head, it won’t work.’
For fuck’s sake.
Molly’s eyes widened. He had hit the nail on the head. She was only seconds into the powerplay, and he’d trumped her already.
‘You really have zero skills when it comes to lying. You’d make a terrible poker player.’
She put her hands on her hips.
‘I’m right, aren’t I?’ He was straining to keep from chuckling. ‘You wanted me to suffer. To tease me and then walk away, leaving me begging and humiliated.’
‘You are so incredibly annoying!’ she yelled, twisting away, flustered.
