The Billionaire Game 2(31)

TEN



“OMG, have you seen this fabric, it is divine!”

“—looks like something out of a movie star’s bedroom—”

“—this color is so perfect for my eyes!”

“Is this hand-stitching here? Exquisite!”

“Excuse me? Excuse me, miss? I’d like ten of these, please! And do you ship orders out of state? Because I have some friends—”

The words washed over me like sweet champagne as I moved throughout the space, ringing up merchandise, refilling drinks, taking requests for the small jazz band we’d booked, making small talk, and smiling, smiling, smiling—I couldn’t have wiped the grin off my face if I had tried.

It didn’t matter that I was so busy that even with the help of Lacey, Grant, and Asher I was too busy to sit down. Everyone was so happy, so thrilled, so excited—and because of me!

The room was a blur of light and laughter and animated faces, hand-clasps and congratulations. I kept having to stop and stare at what was happening, all these customers (customers!) in my store (my store!), milling about and buying my lingerie.

And the looks of awe and delight on their faces as they touched the pieces, held the silk and lace in their hands as if the lingerie were as precious as diamonds, practically floating between the carefully arranged displays and the luxurious fitting rooms and the cold hard cash register. This was my dream.

It was real. It was real. It was all really happening.

And damn, but didn’t everything look great. You’d never guess it was all underwater yesterday.

“Katie, baby!” Evangeline waved me over. “We need some more pictures! Can you stand over here by the garter belt display? That’s it, give Antonio a smile—oooh, very saucy, snap it right there, Antonio!”

A full article. I was going to get a full article in Blossom. How was this even real? The place was already filled with excitedly chatting fashionistas just from Evie’s one blog post; what would an actual article do?

I smiled for the camera, for Antonio, for the entire world—would it be possible to ever stop smiling? I didn’t think so.

I’d done it. I’d really done it.

“Katie!”

I’d barely finished shooting the pictures for Blossom when I was intercepted by my mother, swooping down like a particularly proud hawk.

I braced myself for an insult-disguised-as-a-compliment, but she just wrapped me up in a hug that would have done a grizzly proud.

“Oh, Katie, I’m so glad I could make it! This is just dazzling, my dear! An entrepreneur, and at your age, too!”

“Couldn’t be prouder,” my dad said, clapping me on my back. “Well done.”

“This is…” My brother looked a little dazed. “I mean, wow, Katie. I didn’t realize. Wow.”

I was so overwhelmed, I almost cried. Tears did come to my eyes, but I hid them by pressing my face into my mother’s shoulder as I hugged her back. This was happening. It really was. My dream, and my family supporting my dream, and…oh God, I was so happy and dizzy and delighted and over the moon that I wanted to leap and spin and sing like a Disney princess on crack.

I showed my family around the store, pointing out the little details that a casual observer might not notice, until I spotted Asher across the room.

Memories and sensations flooded me as a warm smile spread across his face, and I quickly made an excuse to my family before slipping over to him.

“Well, hello, Miss Jameson,” he said, grinning. “Do you think I could steal you away from your fans for just a moment?”

“Well, Mr. Young,” I said with an answering grin, my entire soul feeling fizzy and light, “twist my arm, why don’t you.”







Asher’s hot lips were on mine before we had even finished sliding into the unused changing room, and the lock on the door had barely clicked shut before I had him pressed up against the wall, my tongue down his throat as his teasing fingers slid below my waistline, burrowing beneath my panties to stroke my wet pussy.

I moaned into his mouth, grinding into his touch and feeling the length of his cock harden against my thigh, his other hand hitching up my skirt.

“Oh God,” I mumbled against his mouth. “Oh God…” I slid down his body, taking his pants down with me, and knelt in front of him, taking his cock into my mouth, gliding my tongue up his hard length from base to tip.

“Oh, that is so good,” Asher ground out.

“Mmm,” I agreed, rolling his tip across my tongue before sucking his shaft into the back of my throat. He speared back and forth, letting me deep-throat him, growing harder as I moaned into his thrusts.

“God, Kate, stop. You’re gonna make me come.”