Romance: The Billionaires Collection (Watched By A Billionaire, Stranded With A Billionaire, Caught By A Billionaire, Billionaire Stepbrother) (27 page)

But this isn't a proposal to see it. Sage knows, because
I've told him, that my dress can be turned inside out and transformed
into something entirely different.

He moves toward my handbag, sitting on a table in the
room, and opens it up.

Inside, carefully positioned in a small secret pouch, is
a blonde wig and blue contact lenses. When the time comes, I'll
completely alter my appearance and hastily change my make up until
I'm nothing but a shade at the party, slipping between people,
unrecognized by a single soul.

It's for my protection, and also for Sage's, to add to
my deceit.

He turns now, and moves toward me.

“
Your look isn't quite complete, I don't think.”

I frown, and quickly check myself out.

“
What's missing?”

“
These.”

He reaches into his pocket, and pull out a small box. He
opens it up, and inside I see the earrings I stole from him only a
couple of weeks ago.

“
Very funny,” I say, smiling.

“
Oh, it's no joke. I'd like you to wear these tonight.
Put them on.”

Is he serious?

He holds the box out as I take the earrings and put them
on. Then he turns me to the mirror, standing over my shoulder.

“
They suit you, Kristen. You look better in them than
my wife ever did.”

“
I'm sure that's not true.”

“
It is,” he says, and turns me toward him and kisses
me.

It's more tender, less passionate, and carries a small
element of meaning.

“
Tonight, if things go well, you can keep them for
your trouble.”

No...

“
I...I couldn't do that.”

“
Oh, you can. They don't mean much to me anymore
anyway. You've earned them, Kristen.”

I'm shocked by his generosity. Only 15 or so days ago I
was stealing them from his safe, and now he's offering to give them
to me outright? I can't quite compute the goings on in his mind.

“
But, before we go, I'd like you to do me one more
favor.”

At least he's called it a favor this time, rather
than just ordering me...

“
Yes?”

“
I'd like to see you in those earrings...but
only
in those earrings.”

A smile runs up his face, and he steps back to give me
some space, and just like the last time I saw him in his officer,
he's asking me to strip.

But this time, I feel no animosity to the request. He's
just offered to give me jewelry worth two million dollars. He
deserves to see what they look like on me with only my skin as
company.

So I do as he says once more, and I slide out of my long
black dress, the crimson interior becoming visible as the fabric
drops to the floor.

Once more, I have no panties on below, no bra. Just my
soft skin and sensual curves.

“
You look even more stunning like that,” says Sage.
“You are truly irresistible,
Night Panther
...”

He comes toward me, slipping out of his tuxedo jacket,
and I can see that familiar fire lighting in his eyes.

Not now...

“
We shouldn't, Sage. I need to keep my mind on
tonight...”

“
Tonight will be fine. I'm sorry, but I can't help
myself.”

He's working on his pants now, undoing them quickly,
almost feverishly, kicking off his shoes, unbuttoning his shirt.

I watch, naked, as he undresses, revealing his tight and
toned body, his swelling cock. And almost in the blink of an eye, my
own reservations are crushed, and I can feel myself giving in.

“
Just don't mess up my hair or make up,” I say.

“
I won't kiss you...and I won't touch your hair. Just
lie down, and open up. I haven't seen you for ten days...this one
won't take long.”

I fall onto the bed, feeling the soft mattress take my
weight, and lay myself bare to him once again. This time, there's no
foreplay, no build up. He just clambers right onto me, sitting up,
widening my legs, and plunging his dick deep into my vagina.

The sharp stab hits me and then melts into something
more pleasurable, but I'm still dry and tight and the penetration is
mildly uncomfortable. He spits down onto his dick, rubs the saliva
along the shaft, and continues to slide in and out until he's fully
lubricated.

He's right about long it takes.

After only a few moments, he's changing position, lying
down onto me in classic missionary style, and pumping like the world
depended on it. Tonight he's driven by a need to get himself off,
more than one to prolong the sex and build to a crescendo.

I lie with his weight between me and try to keep my mind
on tonight. Try to keep it off him and his raging libido. I don't
want to orgasm, don't want my mind to be clouded. I just want to
maintain my focus and get through the night.

But it's hard. And my hormones and lust won't let me.
The connection of his cock inside me, the rubbing of his groin
against my clit. It all transpires to make me get lost to him once
again.

Thankfully, though, it's short.

He pumps, and pumps, and fucks me like I'm the last fuck
he'll ever have. Like it's stress relief, or he's on a time limit,
charging into me like an animal until his body is heaving and
twisting and I can feel the rush of come spurt right into me.

He breathes heavily once he's done, before sliding out
of me and returning to his clothes.

“
Go clean up. We're leaving in ten.”

No kissing, no tenderness. Just an insatiable need to
get his end off.

I go to the bathroom, clean myself out, and return to
the room to dress. By the time I'm back, he's already looking sharp
in his tuxedo once again, everything straightened out and in order,
as if we never fucked at all.

Thankfully, he made good on his word not to kiss me or
touch my hair, because my look is generally in order. And now, with
diamond earrings still sparking in my earlobes, we walk out together
toward the chauffeured car waiting at the bottom of the mansion's
steps.

“
Let's make tonight memorable, shall we Kristen?”

I look at him and smile, my game face back on.

Oh, it will be memorable alright...

“
Whatever you say. You're the boss.”

Chapter Five

We arrive at the party at 6 PM, at a time when the sun
is just beginning to disappear below the horizon.

The night is cool, but not as bitterly cold as it has
been, and as we pull up toward the gate I can see the wealth of cars
already lining the pathway, ready to pull in.

We fuse in behind, and are ushered along with the
convoy, a security guard checking us over and waving us through as
soon as he's satisfied.

The mansion towers high as we get closer, and I find
myself comparing it with Sage's. He seems to know what I'm thinking,
and turns to me with a question.

“
Which do you prefer? His or mine?”

I give a cheeky, ambiguous smile, and shrug.

“
I'd have to see the interior before I can make a
judgment.”

In truth, there's little to choose on the outside. Both
have stunning gardens and fountains and other natural features, and
the mansions themselves look as through they could have been built
from plans by the same architect they're so similar.

We continue toward the front, where the well dressed
guests are stepping out of their cars and gazing around at the
estate. Soon, it's our turn, and Sage steps out first before leaning
in and lending his hand to mine.

He pulls me out, and I step gracefully before Sage shuts
the door behind me. It strikes me that, in different circumstances,
he might be quite the gentleman and quite the catch. Unfortunately,
all I am to him is temporary property, hired help used to fuck him
and steal for him.

I guess you reap what you sow...

We step up toward the mansion, and have our ticket
checked by additional security outside the door. Already, I've
counted several guards, dotted here and there, my keen eyes always on
the lookout for such men, and even women.

We enter, and I see for the first time in the flesh the
interior I've imagined so many times in my mind. I know the layout so
well, understand exactly how to get to any room of the house from
where I'm standing.

It's something I do with all my jobs, my fastidiousness
always ensuring that any home I invade is like my own; somewhere I
know like the back of my hand and can escape without a second's
thought of where to go.

Music fills the air inside, and we're quickly ushered
through into a large banquet room where people gather and mingle and
chat between themselves. Waiters and waitresses drift here and there,
holding trays of champagne. Sage takes a couple of glasses and passes
one to me.

“
Have you ever been to an event like this?”

“
Once or twice,” I say. “You're not the only
millionaire I've encountered on my travels.”

“
And what about billionaires,” he says, correcting
me with a semi smug smile.

“
Then you're my first.”

Across the room, a middle aged couple come charging,
setting their sights on Sage. He glances at me.

“
Friends of my parents,” he mumbles, before greeting
them warmly and introducing me as his guest for the evening.

That happens regularly, but always he sticks to the plan
and tries to keep the attention off me. The more anonymous I am, the
better, and the easier I'll be able to get on with my job.

To maintain the illusion, I play the shy girl, nothing
more than arm candy for a man known to enjoy the company of women.
People feign brief interest in me before Sage draws their attention
back to a topic that my character can't hope to understand.

It's the same when the host, Morgan Trayfoot, arrives.
He swans through, speaking to people as he goes, and eventually
settles in front of Sage.

“
Sage, how are you my old friend.”

“
Very good, Morgan, very good. Happy to be here to
celebrate with you and you new fiance. Now, where is the fine woman?”

He scans the crowd, and I can already sense the tension
between them.

“
She's...somewhere out in the masses. I'm sure she'll
turn up sooner or later.”

“
Well, I'll look forward to meeting her.”

There's a slight cut to Sage's voice. It's incredibly
clear that these two don't like each other, no matter the affability
of the conversation.

“
And who's this you're here with?”

Morgan takes my hand, and kisses it, his puffy red
cheeks wobbling as he does. He looks at me like I'm a piece of meat,
and I'm half tempted to break character and slap him across the face.

“
Love the earrings...” he says, making me think he
knows the history behind them.

“
This is my date for the evening,” says Sage coldly.
“Now, if you'll excuse us, there's somewhere we need to be.”

Sage takes my hand off him and quickly leads me away.

“
What was that about?” I ask.

“
It doesn't matter. The guy's a piece of shit. Come
on, let's get another drink.”

“
No, Sage. I need to know what you've got against this
guy. Why you're so intent on...” I lower my voice to a whisper.
“...on taking his necklace? What did he do to you?”

Sage's face screws up and he leads me out of the main
hall and into a quieter adjoining room.

“
He was the reason my marriage broke down. He...he
slept with my wife, OK. And now I'm going to take his fucking
necklace.”

Shit...that makes so much sense. So this is all about
his wife.

“
Look, it doesn't matter what's gone on between us,
Kristen. You're here to do a job, and the details don't matter. So,
shall we get to work?”

“
Sure. Let me do what I do best. I'll get that
necklace for you, Sage.”

We return to the main hall, and take another glass of
champagne each from a passing waiter. The evening is yet to truly get
going, and only when it does will the meat of the plan be put into
action.

It will be during the inevitable speech from Morgan that
I'll make my move. As Sage has informed me, the host is an
insufferable raconteur who adores the sound of his own voice. When he
starts speaking to a crowd, he never stops for at least 20 minutes.

During that time I'll escape out the back, unseen, and
go to the bathroom. I'll turn my dress inside out, quickly lighten my
make up with red lipstick, and put on my wig and contacts.

When I emerge, and no one will be around and, if they
are, they won't recognize me. From there I'll navigate my way to the
study, where I know the secret location of the safe. I'll use my
glasses to detect the code, swipe the necklace, and return to the
bathroom to change.