On His Orders (The Billionaire's Way 1)

I try on the dress and it seems as though this item was designed for my body. It shows off my strong shoulders and my chest. That’s not to say I have big ti**ts. But it works for me. I sit down and begin to apply my eyelashes and makeup. The suite has this incredible vanity desk which appears to be over a hundred years old. For a moment, I just stop to admire the craftsmanship of the furniture. The desk is white with gold leafing. You can tell the item is handmade. The thought of some artisan working weeks on end - on this one item of furniture - really makes me appreciate the finer things in life.

Let me just say that I am really enjoying this. Playing dress up, going to the Monte Carlo casino with Mr. Peak is just too much. I begin to forget about the danger that awaits me. Just when things seem fun and light, something in the back of my brain whispers,“This is serious business. Be careful.”

I slip on a gorgeous pair of heels and check myself out in the mirror. All that is missing is the jewelry. The right bling to attract my prey. Ha. Ha! First, I place that huge diamond necklace on my body. Then I drape this diamond studded presidential Cartier watch around my wrist. Next I apply the earrings and the bracelets. Finally, I look at that ring which has never left my finger. I rub that huge, sharp diamond mounted on the platinum band. Yeah, that big rock can cut down King Kong, if need be.

As I walk past the walk-in closet something catches my eye - a feather sticking out of a hat box. I walk up to the box and open it. I look inside and discover the perfect hat for this outfit. It is adorned with about a dozen white feathers. I place the hat on my head and check myself out. Oh my God. I am a pure white swan.There is no way I will be ignored.

When I am done, I walk over to the living room. I see Mr. Peak’s back. He is looking out over the marina. Damn, that man looks good in a suit. He instinctively knows I am watching him. My boss turns around and looks me up and down. There is a small smile on his face. That’s not an easy accomplishment.

While Mr. Peak admires my appearance, I stare at my billionaire decked out in a sharp black suit and a white silk tie. He runs his fingers across the white feathers. He likes what he sees. And I certainly like that my master is happy. “I would f**k you right now if we didn’t have business to attend to,” Mr. Peak says as he puts on a top hat. Damn, he couldn’t give a girl a higher compliment.

My boss grabs a large bag and carries it himself out of the Presidential suite. This is odd since I have never seen him carry his own bag before. I think about asking about the bag. I don’t. If Mr. Peak wants me to know about the bag, he damn well will let me know at his convenience.

We walk down to the Hermitage lobby. People look at us like we are royalty. They know Mr. Peak is a billionaire and they know we are going to the Monte Carlo Casino. It feels good to be the center of attention.

We enter a chauffeured Rolls-Royce. When the doors close, Mr. Peak demands my full attention. “Sergey usually likes to play dice. But when he is in Monte Carlo, he plays Baccarat because that is where all the big shots play. The men sit at the table while their women stand behind them for good luck. That is where you will be situated. Sergey will notice you and immediately make his move to anger me. You will pretend to be attracted to him. He will want you to stand behind him for good luck. And that’s exactly what you will do. I will become upset and agitated. You will further anger me by submitting to Sergey. He will be seen as stealing you away from me. At that point, you will see me leave the table. That’s when I will rendezvous with General Zhukov at a secret location. You will keep Sergey, and his men, distracted for the next four hours. You will most likely be taken to Sergey’s docked mega-yacht along with a dozen other women. Keep an eye on him, especially if he begins to wonder on the whereabouts General Zhukov. After a few hours, Sergey and his men will become drunk and hostile. Many of the other girls will be throwing themselves on Sergey. Begin to slowly act uninterested in the young man and he will most likely ignore you. Then leave the ship. I will pick you up on Avenue J.F. Kennedy at exactly 3 a.m. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

We pull up to the Monte Carlo Casino. The doors to the Rolls-Royce open and Mr. Peak takes my hand. A chill runs up my spine. We are not walking in there as boss and as**sistant. For this evening,I am his date.

We make our entrance and the casino is electric. I see some famous faces. I see people who look like royalty. The best thing is, people are looking at us like we are famous, like we are royalty.

A casino host escorts us to the VIP section. We walk past the masses in the Grand Casino and enter a more private area with a high ceiling, grand arches and a crowd of people right out of a James Bond movie. Every man is in his best suit. The women are covered in diamonds. In short, we fit right in.