Page 5 of A Billionaire for Christmas
Oh dear. He was a real triple threat. He was clearly an American and yet there was a hint of French to his accent. Then there was the small matter of his being a billionaire. If he declared that he liked nothing better than to snuggle up in front of the fire with his pet pooch and a good book, she’d be in real trouble.
Molly tried to pull her thoughts together. Here was her chance. He was exactly what she needed. Never in a million years did she think she would be capable of such a thing, and yet she was gazing into his dreamy chocolate-brown eyes, thinking there was nothing she’d like more than to get him into a hot tub.
He gazed back as though she was bewitching him. ‘Are you staying here at the Cigar Lounge?’ he asked when she failed to answer.
Molly looked up at him through her thick lashes, Keela’s warning about not flirting with the uber-rich guests fresh in her ears.
‘No. Not really, no.’
His interest was growing by the second. ‘Not really?’
‘I mean no. No, I’m not.’ Molly teased a curl of hair round her finger. ‘Areyou… staying here?’ She couldn’t have dragged the sentence out any longer. And why was she making it sound like a proposition? Her hand went to her hip, and she stood as though on the corner of a red-light district, leaning a shoulder towards him.This is probably how they do it in Amsterdam, she thought briefly. She continued to curl a strand of hair. Disturbingly, she was taking to it like a duck to water.
‘Yes. I stay here a lot.’ His eyes were as dark and twinkling as the night sky. ‘Where are you going?’
Everything about him drew her in. It was as though she no longer had use of even a single functioning brain cell. ‘I’m not sure.’
She made an elaborate attempt to bite her lip seductively. It appeared not to work. ‘Are you lost?’ he asked.
How could she admit to desperately needing to escape the scene of a crime?
Levi squinted, his eyes roaming hers. ‘I haven’t seen you before. Is this your first time as a guest here?’
Not ready to correct him, she attempted to explain her hasty departure from the room without sounding too guilty. ‘I was at a party,’ she said quietly. ‘But things got a bit, erm, intense.’
‘Intense?’
How awkward.Molly blinked, heat rising from her neck.
‘And you can’t go back in?’
Molly shook her head. ‘No because…’Because it is full of angry lesbians who hate me for kneecapping their famous camel and spoiling their sexy show.‘…because they’ve started to get intimate… licking each other’s… well, it doesn’t matter what they are licking, but I’d hate to interrupt. In fact, I really need to get going.’
‘Did you saylickingeach other?’
Did she? Did she say licking? What was wrong with her?
‘Yes.’ Images swam in her mind. ‘Like ice creams.’
It felt very playgroundy, like she was telling tales.
Levi took a beat before his face creased with laughter. It took him a few moments before he composed himself. ‘Sorry,’ he said, quick to apologise. ‘So is the plan to wait out here until they’ve finished?’ He took a deep breath in, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
She could barely look him in the eye. It was late, and Molly was shocked to imagine him lickingherlike an ice cream. She blinked the image away. ‘No. I just got the wrong room, that’s all. It was the wrong party.’
‘Which room did you mean to go in?’ he asked, loosening his already loose bow-tie. Her eyes were drawn to the perfectly neat fit of his shirt across the chest. His voice sounded husky and warm. It was playing havoc with her ability to tell the truth.
‘That room there.’ She pointed to a random door further along the corridor.
‘Really?’
Molly needed to come up with a way to seduce him quick, so that perhaps he’d ask her back to his hot tub.
‘What a coincidence.’ Levi raised his eyebrows and swept his arm down the corridor. ‘I was on my way there too. We’ll go together.’
Shit.
Molly walked beside him trying to think up a billion excuses as to why they shouldn’t go into that room and why they both should in fact go back to his room, away from angry lesbians and away from further trouble. The door loomed ever closer. What if she ruined another perfectly good orgy?
