Billion Dollar Bad Boy (Big City Billionaires)(8)

Searching in the box, I found a note.

Pet,

This is a special, unique treat that I believe will bring you great pleasure.

Enjoy it to your heart's content. The idea of that will keep me very, very warm.

And very hard.

—S

Pursing my lips, I folded the paper and put it aside. Lifting the magenta-thing, I twisted it gently in my palms. The small nub on the top of one side was squishy; I prodded it, testing the weight of the device.

When I gave the base a firm squeeze, it came to life.

Gasping, I dropped the vibrating object. On top of my kitchen table it buzzed in place, the fat nub wiggling obscenely.

And then I knew.

I knew exactly what this was.

He'd sent me a damn dildo.

I grabbed the toy, struggling to turn it off. The base had a hidden switch, and after a few presses, the whole thing shut down.

My kitchen was eerily quiet without the constant buzzing.

Sweat caught in the pit of my collar bone. He sent me something like THIS? I'd seen sex toys, I wasn't a total prude. But I'd never owned any, and certainly had never been gifted any.

What did he expect me to do with this?

Flustered, I bit my lip. Right. I know what he expects. After all, he'd said the thought of it would get him hard.

It was such a perverse concept. My mind was vibrating harder than the toy had. This is too much. He can't be serious. How bold could one man be?

Leaning back in my chair, I eyed the toy like it was a snake. Touching it, I jerked my arm back instinctively. Then, breathing into my gut, I cradled it in my palm. The material it was made from was luxurious, not hard plastic.

Even here, S had extravagant taste.

Frowning, I studied the object again. Imagining my benefactor buying this with me in mind... it was another facet to this whole game.

I can't act too oblivious, I told myself. Part of me had to know what this guy was after.

But what was I after?

Accepting clothes and jewelry, building up a slow appreciation and knowledge about this stranger... that was safe. That was in my comfort zone. I suppose I thought, with time, I'd meet this S and it would be—

What? I cut my thoughts off brutally. You thought he'd want to give you flowers and take you on a stroll?

A man who played clever games and talked about sexy photos, lingerie, and... and sex toys... No. I was a fool to act naive.

Gripping the vibrator, I sighed. He was taking us to a new level. My stomach was tingling with the idea. Was I ready to go this far?

Standing, I carried the toy into my bedroom. Just the act of crossing the threshold had me shivering. Did he really picture me using this on myself?

I traded it to my other hand uneasily. Did he imagine me moaning, writhing until I finally came from his gift?

How much would that turn him on?

Blushing, I shoved the dildo into my bedside drawer. I didn't have the guts to trash it, not after thinking about the poor lingerie I'd lost.

I also wasn't ready to indulge in this side of things.

Not yet.

And maybe... never.





- Chapter Five -


Alexis

“You look different.”

Flinching, I stared up at Laralie as she leaned over my desk. “What?” I asked.

She pointed to me, smiling slyly. “Your outfit, the way you walk... Oh my gosh, you're seeing someone, aren't you?”

Scrunching up my eyebrows, I sank low in my chair. “Shh! And no, I'm not. I'm just trying out some new stuff.”

Her stare said she didn't believe me. How could I blame her?

In the past few days my clothing had shifted. S had sent me gorgeous shoes, brand name jeans, dresses with layers and even a Burberry coat.

It was only a matter of time before others noticed.

Rocking in my seat, I pretended my computer screen was very interesting. “It's seriously nothing, Laralie.”

“It's clearly something.”

“It's not!”

“It's—”

A phone call interrupted our banter. Wagging a finger at Laralie to quiet her down, I lifted the receiver. “Salvador and Goldheart, how can I help you?”

“Yes,” a decidedly male voice said. “I'm looking for Alexis Willow.”

My back went ramrod straight. Laralie saw, and she hovered close with a curious gleam in her eyes. “Uh, yes. This is Alexis speaking.”

“Alexis, this is Detective Roose. Do you have a few minutes?”

A detective? My heart started to thump. “What's this about?”

I heard him shifting in his chair. “Miss Willow, I'm going over some old files. This may seem abrupt, but you're familiar with the bank robbery at Old Stone, right? Five years back or so?”

Old Stone.

I clutched the receiver, the edges of my vision going blurry. Had I heard him right? Yes, there was no doubt. But why... why now, and why ever...

“Ma'am? Are you there?”

My ears were burning with a hollow noise. Everything sounded so distant. Laralie was watching me. From her face, I knew I looked terrified.

Clearing my throat, I whispered, “Sorry, yes, I'm here.”

“Did you hear my question?”

Twisting my chair, I half-faced away from Laralie. “Yeah. I remember Old Stone, why are you calling about that?”