Billionaire Boys Club 4 : Once upon a Billionaire(47)

He wondered what his mother would think when she saw his American personal assistant wearing the Verdi emeralds.

Then, he decided he didn't give a shit.

***

Maylee touched her hair, pleased with her appearance.

She looked . . . pretty tonight. Very pretty, if she said so herself. The lady at the salon had babbled in constant French, but Maylee had caught enough to hear "blow-out" and "Lord Montagne Verdi" and "makeover." So she'd sat quietly and let the woman do what she wanted to her hair. A few hours later, Maylee's frizzy corkscrews were straightened into a smooth, shiny blonde mane. Her bone-straight hair was pulled into an elegant upsweep, a small flowered clip at the back of her head keeping everything in place. Thick makeup had been applied with an airbrush-an airbrush, of all things!-and Maylee's skin was perfect, not a freckle or a rosy spot showing. Her eyes were smoky, fake eyelashes making her own baby-blonde lashes seem dark and full.

She looked rather like a princess, Maylee thought. Griffin wouldn't be able to find fault with her appearance today.

She dressed in her princess gown, too. The dress had been included with the other clothes that Griffin had purchased for her, and when Maylee first saw it, she'd thought it was a mistake. But sure enough, she was supposed to wear this gorgeous, fancy gown out to this party. The lady at the boutique had told Maylee the name of the designer, but she'd forgotten. All she knew was that it was stunningly beautiful, and she got to wear it. She put on her strapless bra and then the sleeveless bodice. It was a deep, almost velvety rose, and the fabric was a delicious, rustling taffeta. The bodice itself was simple, straight across the bustline and sleeveless. The waist was nipped by a full beaded sash in a pale ivory, and from the sash, the full skirts rustled and pleated their way downward to the floor. She had matching ivory high heels, too. She didn't have jewelry to go with it, so she left it alone. She didn't want to be too ostentatious tonight. 

It took a little bit of hopping, but she was able to do up the zipper in the back of her dress-no way was she going to ask Mr. Griffin to do it for her. She still didn't know what to make of him. The man kissed her and then insulted her. He gave her these intense, longing looks . . . and then drove her to a hair salon so she'd look "normal." He flattered her ego one minute, and stomped it into dust in the next.

Which was really rough, because she rather liked him. He was smart, and took his duties very seriously. He didn't smile much, but when he did, it felt a bit like a present. He made her laugh with his dry wit, and he seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say, which was nice considering most people heard her accent and dismissed her as an idiot. And he kissed divinely, like he had all the time in the world to taste and savor her.

Sometimes, she really, really liked him.

And other times, she wanted him to take a long walk off a short pier.

There was a knock on the adjoining door, and Maylee sucked in a breath, jerking up the last of her zipper. "Just a sec!" She dragged on the skirted crinoline that would make her dress have a little bit of flare and act as a slip, and shimmied it up her legs before sliding her feet into her shoes. "Be there in two shakes of a lamb's tail!"

She could have sworn she heard a snort on the other side of the door.

When she was dressed, Maylee hurried to the door and pulled it open. "Yes, Mr. Griffin?"

He lowered his hand, clearly ready to knock again, and stared.

Maylee preened a little under that stare. He had to be impressed with her new look.

"Maylee?"

"Who else?" She smiled and touched her hair when his gaze went there. "Do you like it?"

His brows drew together. "You look so . . . different."

Her happy bubble burst. Maylee's shoulders slumped. "I thought we wanted different." Hadn't he deliberately driven her to the salon because he hated the way she looked and was tired of her disgracing him?

"No, no," he said quickly. "It's fine. I was just surprised. You look like a different person." He gave her a quick smile. "It's good."

It didn't feel good. Maylee swallowed her hurt and blinked back her tears, because she didn't want to mess up those weird spidery eyelash extensions the nice French lady at the salon had given her. "Well," she said in a fake cheery voice. "What can I do for you, Mr. Griffin? Do you need your tie fixed?"

He held it out wordlessly.

***

She looked like a stranger.

Griffin couldn't stop staring at Maylee. At the gorgeous blonde angel that stepped into his room, dressed in a sleek pink gown that made her br**sts plump up from the banded neckline. Her hair was shiny and her eyes were dark and lush and she looked so polished that she could have held her own with anyone in the palace's halls.