Resisting the Billionaire Collection (38 page)

"I don't even know if he saw me or not. Some
guy that might have been him waved at me as I went down but when I
woke up, there was no one around except--" She bit her tongue.

"Except who?"

"Except... except the whole damn restaurant
and some German nurse who was holding my legs up in the air and
showing my coochie to the world while I lay on my back."

"Huh?"

"That's right. Something they do in Germany,
she said. She wouldn't let me go so everyone got a good look at my
hot date underwear and I just had to close my eyes and wait until
this doctor guy came and told the nurse and the rubberneckers to
buzz off."

MJ stared at her friend, her eyes still
moist with tears, and her hands cradling her friend’s head.
Finally, she burst into laughter, Alison joined her, and the two
friends laughed together until they were out of breath.

"Oh my God, you poor, poor baby. Someone
really needs to look after you. You and I are going out tonight to
paint this town red, white, and blue and we won't be taking
prisoners--"

"Thanks MJ, really. Thanks. But tonight I
just want to... to be at home by myself, okay?"

"Are you sure, baby doll?"

"Sure I'm sure. I'll take a raincheck on
that red white and blue though, okay?"

"Sure thing baby. I'll hold you to it."

The two women returned to work and Sebastian
gave her a searching look as she came out of the office. She was
linking arms with MJ and her downward glance together with MJ's
broad smile made him grind his teeth. Alison hadn't said a word
about them yet. So he would have to go on this stupid date with
Olivia after all. Or find some other way to deal with her until it
was time for him to tell Alison the truth himself.

Chapter
Eighteen

Olivia was picked up by Sebastian’s chauffer in his
limo and driven to the Jean Jacques eating experience. Her feet had
barely touched the ground as the driver held the door for her to
climb into the spacious back seat. Once in the driver’s seat, he
invited her to help herself to the exquisite luxury
refreshments.

Once she was sure the driver was busy with
traffic, she took out her phone and made a call.

"Hey best friend, just giving you an update
on the date situation here."

"You are unbelievable, Olivia. You are a
living, breathing, walking man-eater. How the hell did you get
Daniel, the Man of Stone to go out on a date with you? Are you sure
you aren't making this up?"

"No way, MJ. I am about to boldly go where
no woman has gone before -- at least no woman at Tete-a-Tete."

"So where is our barista Romeo taking you
tonight? Mickey D's or BK?"

"Oh you leave him alone, girl. This man is
fine and we can eat out of trashcans for all I care. The real meat
comes later on."

"You are nasty, my friend and I love you.
Make sure to get pictures, okay? Video would be even better."

"You can rely on it, baby. Over and out."
She clicked the phone shut and settled back into the luxurious seat
with the generous Scotch and soda she had fixed herself. The car
alone was making her feel horny and she even considered taking the
edge off her hunger in anticipation of the main course to come
later on. Wouldn't look good in front of the help though if they
arrived at Jean Jacques sooner than she expected and her driver
surprised her by fapping in the back seat.

She decided to hold off. Mr. Smarty Pants
Rich Guy pretending to be poor didn't plan on fucking her tonight,
that much was obvious. But half the guys she left begging for more
or begging to be released hadn't planned on fucking her, either.
They were all just animals after all, most of them horn dogs that
just couldn't resist their lower instincts and boy, how she loved
them.

By the time the car pulled up outside
Manhattan's top French eatery, she was already a little tipsy. She
stumbled slightly as Reed, her driver, helped her out of the limo.
She gave him a drunken smile and he smiled back.

No way buddy,
she thought.
Some other
time, but tonight I belong to the boss man.

"Call me." She whispered into his ear as he
released her to totter up the steps to the entrance. She stopped
halfway to adjust her skirt, pulling it down just a shade. After
all, she didn't want him to tear her clothes off before they had
even finished the bread rolls.

She reconsidered and then pulled her skirt
back up again.

When she looked up, she nearly fell
backwards onto her ass. Daniel was right in front of her but
dressed like she could never have imagined. He was immaculately
manicured, with an aura not just of wealth but of super-wealth.

"Oh, excuse me..." she faltered, but then
her snifters kicked in to do their job and her broad, sensuous
smile returned. Dios mio." She said. "Daniel, I knew you were hot,
but my God. I didn't know you were going to set the house on fire
tonight. You look amazing!"

He put out his hand with just a hint of a
smile and pure male confidence. His shirt, his suit, his tie, his
cufflinks, his shoes and socks, everything said quality, taste, and
raw, elite, masculine sexuality, all packaged up in billionaire
luxury.

"You look stunning." He said to her in a
soft, rolling baritone. His eyes looked kind, sensitive and Olivia
wondered if she could even wait for the bread rolls to be served
before playing footsie with his crown jewels under the table.

"You like what you see? It's all yours,
baby." She said. Her date just smiled and then with a thoughtful,
gentle sweep, relieved her of her wrap and passed it on to a
waiting coat check.

"God, you are one perfect gentleman, Daniel.
I knew you were too good for that place the moment I set eyes on
your gorgeous ass."

He led her to their table, easily the best
spot in the restaurant. Despite her experience, natural beauty, and
sexual confidence with men, and despite her four glasses of scotch
and soda, she was feeling a little dazzled by this gorgeous man. It
was fair to say she had had some wild nights of pleasure over the
years, but maybe she was about to be taken to new heights.

"I felt the same about you Olivia. Your kind
of beauty is normally on the silver screen."

"Oh, stop it." She said bashfully.

The headwaiter came to attend to them and
her date, predictably, ordered everything for both in flawless
French.

Olivia sat with her mouth open.

"Really," he continued, "I know people in
Hollywood. I'm originally from LA. The whole barista thing is just
to get away from it all and experience the world in a way I've
never seen it before. Have you taken any acting classes?"

"Stop it. Stop it right now, Daniel." She
didn't want him to stop.

"You have presence. I could make some
introductions you know, if you’d like."

She sat with her mouth open, just looking,
adoring. Tonight was going to be special alright. And she was even
going to help a friend as well. Or maybe not. That bit had kind of
gone out the window. She was supposed to be helping her friend
avoid losers, but this guy was no loser.

To hell with it. Once she had deflowered him
and been introduced to his Hollywood friends, Alison was then
welcome to him. She would be happy with just a night of sinew
stretching, bone-crunching pleasure? Or maybe a week or two?
Whatever, she was not planning to hold him forever.

"I find you very charming, Olivia." He was
saying. She had lost track of the conversation for a moment as she
looked into his beautiful, warm, kind, brown eyes.

I will make excruciating
tears of pleasure spill from those eyes.
She thought.

"What part of me to do you find most
charming?" She heard herself say. The old lines always worked the
best. Telling all your friends you had already slept with a guy had
worked dozens of times in the past with reluctant lovers. It seemed
it worked with the rich and powerful ones as well.

Asking them to describe what part of her
they liked the most was another sure-fire cock stiffener.

Her date gave her a devilish smile.

"Wait a minute!" She pulled herself up. She
had a job to do. "I need to powder my nose. I'll be back. Hold that
thought, lover boy." She leaned in very close to him and put her
hand to his inner thigh, her long, painted finger nails just
lightly brushing his erection.

Bingo.
She thought.

"Hold that thought in your mind and squeeze
it hard." She brushed her lips against his, dug her nails into his
strong, hard thigh, and breathed in deeply his masculine scent and
expensive cologne. He didn't move a muscle and didn't draw back.
This was going to be easy. He wanted her, just like they all
did.

She got up and made sure to give him a sexy
show as she made her way to the ladies’ room. As soon as she was
out of sight, she found a waiter on his way to the kitchen and
blocked him with her generous bosom.

"Hey gorgeous," she smiled sweetly, "think
you can do a girl a favor?"

"Certainly ma'am. How can I help you?"

"I'm here with my fiancée tonight and I'd
like to get a souvenir, you know? We're from out of town and we'd
like to get some photos of us in this beautiful restaurant."

The waiter was hesitant. It was a busy night
but the customer was king at Jean Jacques.

"I will get the maître d'--"

"I'd prefer you to do it." She moved in
closer to him, fixing him with her sumptuous brown eyes.

"It needs to be discreet. You know? From a
distance, and I don't want my fiancée to know. I'd like it to be a
surprise for him. Just one or two romantic shots, like when we kiss
or hug, or our hands meet across the table. You know what I
mean?"

"I would prefer the maître d'--"

"I want you, buddy." She
put her hand between his legs and he jumped. Her cleavage pressed
against his white jacket. He was a young man.
Cute even.
Olivia thought. He would
make a nice morsel on some other occasion.

"If you do me this favor there might be
something in it for you." She stroked his stiffening cock. "But if
you screw it up then there might be trouble with the maître d'.
Catch my drift?"

“
Okay, okay. Just give me
the camera. But it's not free. You understand?"

"Don't worry kid, nothing in life is
free."

She sashayed back to her table where her
date sat with perfect gentlemanly composure. His dark eyes watched
her every move and she loved it. A man watching her, especially a
tall, dark, rich, and godlike man brought out her sensuality even
more.

The billionaire watched her with a casual
smile on his lips.

"I don't know what to say, Olivia." He said.
"Alison is a sweet girl but what was I thinking? How could I have
been so blind? I think it was fate that brought us together
tonight."

"Do you really think so?"

She kicked off her shoes under the
table.

"Fate and raw sexuality." He added.

She ran her toes up along his inner thigh
and into his bulging crotch.

"Sexuality." She said, savoring the
word.

"I've never met a woman like you
before."

"A woman like what?"

"Such a sensual woman, so mysterious and yet
so compellingly attractive." He reached his hand across the table
and rested it on hers.

"Compellingly attractive." She echoed.
"Nobody has ever called me that before."

He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.
The flash of a camera went off in the background. His lips lay
against hers and she waited. After just a few seconds, she couldn't
hold herself back any longer and poured her tongue into his mouth,
searching for his.

He drew back and smiled, but his hand found
her inner thigh and began to slide higher. Olivia began to breathe
hard. It wasn't the first time she had been fingered in a
restaurant, but it was her first Michelin-star sexual experience
and also her first billionaire finger. She savored the moment,
closed her eyes, and then threw her head back while his deft
fingers searched further. Moments later, with pinpoint accuracy, he
found her sweet spot through the silk panties she was barely
wearing.

She pushed his hand away as she saw a waiter
approach.

"Est ce que, tout va bien monsieur?" He
said.

"
Pas de problème
.
" The billionaire said in his perfect French accent. "On y va
tout de suite quand
même
."

The waiter smiled in return, turned on his
heels and left the couple alone.

"Let's go." He said to Olivia. "We have
better things to do than dine at Jean Jacques."

"If you say so, lover boy." Olivia smiled
her huge, drunken, sexy smile again. "But, uh just wait a minute. I
need to go powder my nose again."

"Your nose is just gorgeous the way it is."
He said.

"No really. I gotta go pee." She jumped up,
hiked her skirt down and then did her sashay act across the floor
again watched by several graying male heads and frowning old
ladies. She certainly did have an effect on a crowd, even her date
had to admit it.

When she had turned the corner out of sight
of her table, the waiter with the phone intercepted.

"Did you get the photos, sweet thing?" She
said. He held up the camera and flipped through the first few.
Daniel and her together, Daniel and her closer together, Daniel's
hand on her hand. Daniel planting his lips on hers, Daniel with his
hand somewhere below out of shot and her head thrown back in
obvious ecstasy. Her boobs, her lips pulled back in pleasure, her
neck, her boobs again.

She smiled at the young man.

MJ would be over the moon. They were
perfect. She wouldn't even need to bed this gorgeous rich guy.