The Billionaires Mistress (8 page)

“There you both are” Tom had cried, rounding the corner to join them before stopping seeing the scene before him.

“Am I disturbing anything?” he had asked, a small mischievous twinkle in his eye, Jenna blushing as she had risen quickly.

“No...no we were just talking and having a drink” before stopping realising that she was babbling, Ryan silently glaring at his brother behind her back.

With a small nervous half laugh she had turned to Ryan.

“Well thanks for the drink............and I appreciate the offer Ryan”.

She had managed moving towards the door.

“Big day tomorrow........better get my beauty sleep” before she had fled to her room.

In the living room Tom had looked at Ryan apologetically.

“I’m sorry.......I didn’t realise” as Ryan had frowned back at him.

“Realise what?”

Standing also as he had lifted the still full glasses.

“I was offering her a job............that was all” seeing the look on his brother’s face, his becoming firmer.

“That was all Tom”. Tom raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Whatever you say Ryan”, a smile lighting the younger man’s features “Whatever you say”.

The next morning both Jenna and Tom were up early. Tom making her laugh as he had danced around the table singing, dancing close to her as she had smacked at him, as he would jump out of her way.

“You are a total nut” she had chuckled as he had turned shaking his bottom at her as she had pretended to swoon.

Ryan had watched the spectacle from the door, smiling in spite of himself, looking sympathetically at Jenna.

“You have my sincere sympathies. He is going to be like this all day”.

Seeing as she had given him one of her wide grins, which had lit her whole features.

After a quick breakfast, the car had arrived to take them to the shoot and waving at Ryan, both Tom and Jenna had noisily moved into the lift.

The setting for the video had turned out not to be at a studio as Jenna had thought, but a stately home on the outskirts of the city. She had looked around in awe at the magnificent building especially at the tower room in which most of the filming was to take place, thinking to herself how romantic it looked.

Tom who was still in high spirits, had grabbed her and danced her around the room much to the amusement of the crew, who had laughed at the pair, with Jenna scolding him loudly. Finally however, Jenna had been whisked away to a room in which she had been stood in the centre while the wardrobe specialist had walked around her, her face full of concentration, before she had stopped smiling broadly.

“I have THE perfect outfit for you”.

She had finally managed giving Jenna a wink, Jenna not knowing if that was a good or a bad thing.

“You have an amazing figure........will look great on screen”.

Not for the first time did Jenna feel uncomfortable as she had silently listened to the many instructions given to the makeup artist, becoming nervous at the need to cover so much of her body with special glitter makeup.

She had then been given what barely passed as a thong to wear and told to remove all other clothing. At that point Jenna had nearly left, before the makeup girl had joked with her and allowed her to cover herself with her hands, Jen’s face beetroot as she had followed the instructions, knowing that for her to run out on her promise to Tom would cost him a fortune.

Nina the makeup artist had brushed on special powders and creams, talking the whole time, her casual and friendly tone eventually calming Jenna down.

She had been amazed how long it had taken to put on the makeup, Nina not allowing her to look at the finished result.

“No....wait till the hair is done”.

She had giggled, as the wardrobe director had returned helping her to put on a flimsy floaty dress, Jenna looking down at the garment gasping softly. Although it was truly beautiful she had nervously savaged her lip seeing as every time she moved it would open as the high cut of the skirt section had ridden up on her hip showing her perfect legs and the flesh on her thigh. Gasping she had looked over at the other two women in shock.

“I can’t wear this...it ...it’s ...” her hands fluttering as she had searched for the right words.

“Revealing?”

The wardrobe director had finished chuckling softly.

“That is the whole point”.

Jenna had seen also how the material only just covered her nipple, revealing the perfect swelling of her breasts, the front slashed wide to reveal her smooth stomach, the waist dipping to the top of her pubic bone. In a prudish voice she had sighed.

“If I move in this it will turn this video from a PG to a porn sketch”.

Both the other women had laughed, before the wardrobe director, Wendy had moved forward.

“Well we definitely would not want that”.

She had giggled, producing some tape from her pocket, and ripping off some had attached it to the top of her breast, causing Jenna to once more blush.

“This tape will grab the material and make sure that it doesn’t move any further than it is now”. She had chuckled, her eyes alight with laughter.

Still not sure she had moved about a bit until she was happy that it was indeed secure.

Next the stylist had arrived to set her hair. She had allowed it to fall naturally using an obscene amount of hairspray to tease it and fluff it until it lay around her body, tousled and glossy.

Finally finished she had been allowed to look at herself in the mirror staring in complete surprise hardly recognising the reflection in the mirror.

“Wow”, was all she could say, seeing how her eyes had flashed sensually within the makeup which outlined her lovely eyes, her mouth made even larger by the glossy lipstick.

The three women had nodded approvingly at her.

“Yep, you’re a babe”.

She had laughed rolling her eyes at them all before the group had moved out to the waiting cameras.

Tom had been standing talking to the director, his back to her as she had approached. It had been the other man’s reaction as he had stopped talking and started to stare that had finally made him turn around, his mouth dropping as he had taken in the woman coming towards him.

“Jenna?”

He had mouthed in complete surprise.

“Oh my God.............you look ...you look sexy as hell”.

Having reached him she had smiled.

“OK..........close your mouth Tom.........your starting to drool”.

He had laughed softly.

“It...It’s just ........wow”.

He had repeated, his eyes trailing all over her, as she had adopted a schoolmarm look.

“Behave yourself or I’m putting my jeans back on”.

With that he had laughed, smiling, the air between them once more relaxing.

For the rest of the afternoon she had been instructed to stretch and move seductively, looking sensually at the camera or out of the window. She had been placed on sofas and on a bed, where Tom had joined her, the two of them laughing as he had been directed to lean over Jenna looking lovingly down at her.

Standing once more, the two had been told to stand close, Jenna running her hand down his bare belly, her hands flattening against his abs so visible from the shirt that lay open against him. When she had been directed to kneel before him and look up she had made the whole cast laugh with her once more questioning the PG rating of the video, as he had been told to pull her to her feet grasping her hands in his pulling them to his heart.

As the sun had set they had needed one more shot and Jenna had been told to lean against a pillar her arms outstretched over her head. After several seconds the director not seeming happy and had cried to her.

“Jenna.....close your eyes and picture yourself with the man of your dreams”, making her laugh, before closing her eyes again, this time the image of Ryan coming into her mind, completely unaware as her lips had parted her body flexing as her head had moved slightly. The others had stared silently, many of the men groaning softly at just how sexy she did indeed look.

As they had finished Tom had given her a playful push.

“OK studette.........change, I’m starving”.

Jenna had felt happy that the shoot had not made their friendship weird or awkward and had quickly changed back into her normal clothes her leaving comment to him being that he was paying.

For the next two days, things had returned pretty much back to normal, and Jenna had started making enquiries about her next step on her round the world trip, seriously behind schedule from her injury and promise to star in Tom’s video. When she had the evening of the shoot declared to both Ryan and Tom that she would be leaving at the end of that week, it had been Tom who had tried to talk her out of going, Ryan going silent. She had felt the disappointment fill her at what she took to be relief of her leaving, scolding herself knowing that he had been a gracious host despite the fact that she was an uninvited guest in his home. She had been sure that he would be glad to have his home back to himself, knowing that Tom would also be leaving the following week.

After many hours on the internet talking to her friends she had finally decided to make her next stop on her round the world trip Florida, where her friend Tracey had been so excited to find out that she was coming. That night she had booked her ticket, hesitating as she had hit the confirm button, her mind once more moving to think of Ryan. She had closed her eyes seeing his wonderful dark eyes the night before the shoot, as they had held hers as they had so nearly kissed, Jenna groaning once more at the memory of how badly she had wanted that, aware even now of how even the memory was causing her body to react so strongly. With a decisive motion she had pressed the confirm button printing off the ticket.

She had spent her last day in New York visiting her many friends to say farewell, Mark hugging her so tightly for all she had done for him.

“If you EVER return........and I mean EVER.... you contact me for anything........a job, place to stay...anything”.

He had cried as she had smiled warmly back. Returning back to the penthouse late she had realised that she was the only person home, smiling gently to herself, knowing that the next day she would once more be back to normality, the events of the past two weeks a wonderful memory for her to hold onto for the rest of her life.

Quickly she had packed her clothes into her large carry bag before making herself a quick sandwich. Sighing she had considered having an early night, knowing that her flight was early in the morning but sad not to be able to give Tom a proper goodbye, not prepared to admit that it was Ryan she was most disappointed not to be saying goodbye to.

As she had cleared away her quick supper, the lift had opened and both Tom and Ryan had exited, Tom smiling happily at seeing her.

“OK......I have two things for you”.

He had grinned moving forward and dragging her into the living room, Ryan following slowly behind.

“First” he had said, grandly handing her over a large envelop.

“This is yours”.

With surprise Jenna had quickly ripped the envelop open, gasping as she had pulled out a cheque for ten thousand dollars, her eyes flying to his in shock.

“What...what is this for?”, before she had given him an accusing look.

“Tom.......I told you I didn’t want any money”.

He had shrugged.

“Not from me Jen......that is your fee for the video........nothing to do with me”.

She had looked at it again seeing who had written the cheque, recognising the video company.

“Because you are leaving, I didn’t think you would have time to hit the bank, so I told them to make it out to cash”.