A Billion to One (Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 2)

“Well, we’ll see. We still don’t know who is behind those pictures that were taken,” Cash added.

“Well, any advice you could give would be greatly appreciated,” Robert stated. They heard the door open and there stood Marvin. He looked a bit annoyed at seeing Zane and Cash on either side of Chiara. Perhaps the man would make a move sooner or later. Robert knew that Chiara didn’t care for Marvin. But Robert wanted her safe. Chiara could be a bit recalcitrant and Marvin was a rule follower. He could be a positive influence. He was also an attractive and sought-after bachelor. Plus, Robert could control Marvin, even after the company was taken over by Zane and Cash.

“Good afternoon, sir.” Robert shook Marvin’s hand as he greeted him.

“Chiara.”

She nodded her head hello.

“How are you, Marvin?”

“Good, sir, I brought along the numbers.” Marvin pulled out some papers from a leather portfolio.

Marvin looked at Robert.

“You trust these men, sir?” he asked. Robert gave a smile and nodded his head. It seemed that Marvin was always looking out for his best interests, as a president of a company should. That was the kind of man he wanted for his daughter. He needed to be sure that she was taken care of. With the recent threats on his life, he questioned his mortality, his decisions, and what he hoped would be a relaxing future after such hard work. Losing Patricia had changed everything.

* * * *

Chiara stared at Marvin as he showed Cash and Zane the papers. Both Cash and Zane flanked her sides and pressed a thigh to her thighs. She was sandwiched in the middle, and the thought aroused her. She pretended to listen in as Cash asked Marvin some questions. Marvin was concise with his explanations and descriptions.

She stared at Marvin a moment. His thick brown hair, high cheekbones, and structured jaw were in fa

ct appealing. He was even in great physical shape, but there just wasn’t an attraction there. She looked down at the papers again. She had a perfect close-up view of Cash’s hands, Zane’s hands, and Marvin’s hands.

There was no comparison.

Zane and Cash had very thick, long fingers. Looking closely, she could see the muscles that stretched from fingers to forearms. The men smelled so good, too. Their cologne was clean and fresh. They’d dressed casually in dress pants and polos today, not wanting to seem too corporate or draw attention to themselves. But they did. Chiara heard the whispers, and saw the women in the offices staring in awe. These men had sex appeal, dominance, and control that oozed from them.

She thought about how those strong, dominant hands might feel caressing her skin, cupping her breasts or stroking her—

“Chiara, Chiara, are you listening?” Marvin asked.

She swallowed hard. She nodded her head, but it was obvious that she wasn’t listening.

She felt the hand on her knee under the table and nearly jumped.

Looking to her right she watched Zane who appeared innocent and unknowing. But it was his hand caressing her knee. She recrossed her legs and moved in her seat, making his hand fall.

“I went over this with them earlier.”

She looked down at Marvin’s hand that was holding on to the paper, palm down. He had decent hands, but nothing compared to Zane’s and Cash’s. His fingers were thin and long, but when she looked at them, she knew she didn’t want to look further up. Not like she did with Zane and Cash’s.

What the hell am I doing? I’m analyzing men’s hands. I’ve lost it. That’s it. I’m calling Heather, and we’re going out this weekend. I need to do something, and maybe hooking up with one of Heather’s old no-strings lovers might be the answer.

She turned toward Cash as she felt his hand on her knee this time. When she looked him in the eyes, he looked so serious. She swallowed hard and he gave her knee a squeeze. She started to pull away, and his hold firmed.

She felt her nipples harden and her pussy react to his control. She was done in for with these two. She couldn’t let this go anywhere. She couldn’t allow them to do this to her.

A ménage encounter? I’m going to hell in a handbasket.

Chapter 5

“Tell me, tell me, tell me,” Heather said as they stood to the side of the ballroom. It was a good two hours into the fund-raising event. She did her job greeting everyone and getting more monetary donations for the children’s hospital, but she kept looking for them. Zane and Cash told her that they were attending, but she hadn’t seen them yet.

“I know that look. Who are you looking for?” Heather asked.

“Stop with the third degree. I am not looking for anyone.” But then she scanned the area and saw Cash and Zane. Like they were some gods or chick magnets, a swarm of desperately-seeking-a-billionaire sluts surrounded them.