Billion Dollar Bad Boy (Big City Billionaires #1)

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Authors: Nora Flite
I'll send someone to pick you up. Go with them. No questions, no backing out. I don't want this to end here, and I suspect you don't either.
    Enjoy the dress. I'm eager to see you in it.
    P.S. Wear the earrings.
    —S
    Opening the box, I unfolded the glossy, brilliantly silver gown. It had a lovely weight to it, split up one side and with a back that dipped daringly low. It was more beautiful than anything else I owned.
    Bending close, I caught of whiff of something. It wasn't the feminine perfume of a woman. This was a vague, but tantalizing scent of the mountains. It reminded me of a winding trail that weaved beneath ancient oak trees. As I inhaled again, goosebumps rippled over my flesh.
    Is that what he smells like?
    It was easy to imagine S packaging this dress up. His hands would be deft, folding the cloth as he took great care with the present meant only for me.
    For me.
    He'd called me his gift to him. He wants me to meet him tomorrow night? Lifting the letter, I read it again and again. Finally face to face. I'd get to lay eyes on the man who'd been seducing me from afar.
    Once, I would have debated longer. I'd have sat up and paced, trying to weigh the danger against the benefit of agreeing to see a stranger. I didn't know S, I only felt like I did. He could be anyone, or anything.
    I know what he is.
    Sensual.
    Wicked.
    Dominant.
    It was the most unlikely thing for me to hug that dress, and know in my heart what I'd decided. Against all odds, this man had changed me in such a short time.
    After weeks of letters and gifts, of playing this elusive game...
    I was finally going to meet S.

- Chapter Six -
    Alexis
    T he squeak of tires outside turned my anxiety up another notch. Cracking the blinds, I peered at what was waiting for me.
    The limo sat like a great panther, crouched in the shadows out on the street. One bite, and it would swallow me whole. The idea made me nauseous.
    I'd felt so sure about my decision to commit to this meeting, but faced with the moment... I was fraying on my edges.
    All I had to do was not open my door, not cross the sidewalk, and not climb into that limousine. If I sat right here in my unfairly magnificent dress and did nothing, everything would end. I was sure he'd refuse to give me another chance.
    I'd be free.
    It was so simple. But...
    I want to know who he is. That information was being dangled in front of me. After weeks of surprises and alluring letters, how could I possibly cut off contact now?
    Standing, I straightened my outfit and walked stiffly outside. When I appeared, the driver-side door of the vehicle opened. S had said he'd send someone, but I still froze, paranoid this stranger could actually be him.
    The man wore dark, starched clothing. Silver buttons cascaded down the front of his jacket. He was older, weathered and sporting a thick white beard. He tipped his hat to me. “Evening. I'm Jessop, ma'am. Mister S sent me to pick you up.”
    In my gut, I knew Jessop was exactly what he appeared to be—a chauffeur. That didn't smooth the wrinkles in my veins. Rocking in place, I clutched my purse.
    “Please,” he said, opening the door for me. “Climb inside. It's very cozy.”
    He isn't dangerous, I told myself firmly. I had no way to know that, I was just trusting my gut to keep me safe. Inching forward, I tried to match his easy smile. “Thanks. You can call me Alexis.”
    “As you wish.” He had friendly, but perceptive, eyes. I bet he could tell how anxious I was.
    Hell, anyone could.
    Once I was inside the limo, I sank into the soft cushions. Around me, everything was lit up by tiny, fairy-like lights. An open bottle of wine was waiting for me. S was a smart man; in this situation, who wouldn't need a drink?
    Like he'd heard my thoughts, Jessop said, “Help yourself to anything you see.”
    My fingers brushed the neck of the bottle. The name on the label was foreign to me. I'm sure it costs a fortune. But he left it here so I could have it.
    It was a blessing,

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