Heart of the Billionaire (Taming The Bad Boy Billionaire 7)

Before James could scramble up or say no, he dropped down next to James, angled his camera, and took a selfie of the three of us.

I was mortified!

James jumped up and held his hand down to help me up. “Listen, I’m going to need you to delete that picture.”

“Are you kidding me? Nobody will believe I found a lingerie model in my rack of costumes! It’s like a fairytale come true!”

“Listen, we need to be discreet about this. I’ll pay you.”

The man cocked a brow. “How much?”

I bit my lip. “You don’t have your wallet, darling. Let’s work on negations to get our clothes back first.”

“Shit!” James said. “Okay, listen. Is there any way to get back our clothes? Please?”

I shot them a weak smile. “Please just give him back his pants. It has his wallet, and we’ll, I mean, he’ll pay you.”

They looked around but our belongings had mysteriously disappeared. I was sure someone ran off with them, probably to sell on eBay as previously mentioned. Or maybe that one guy took them, the one that was mad we weren’t watching his stellular performance. But hell, I was about to get a stellular performance of my own!

“Please delete the picture,” James said nicely. “And I’ll pay you as soon as I get back to my seat.”

“Oh, girl, please!” a man said. “I’m framing this baby!”

Please tell me he didn’t just say that!

I tried to step in. “How about you delete that pic, and we take another one? One where we’re both dressed properly.”

“Where did their clothes go?” a woman asked, searching frantically.

Another woman approached. “Sorry, but your clothes are gone.” She pulled some purple, satin, baggy, long pants caught in at the ankle, and threw them to James. “Will these work?”

“If I was playing the lead role as Aladdin,” James teased. “Maybe.”

“Unless you want to leave in a dress.”

“No, not really.”

I laughed. I never thought I’d see the day where James would wear Harem pants. But there he was slipping them on. The woman then threw me a genie costume, a turquoise belly top with sheer cap sleeves and satin pants with a headpiece.

“My turn to laugh at you, love,” James said.

I stared at the shiny, glittery material. “I’m not wearing this! Who comes to the opera wearing a fancy gown and leaves in genie outfits?”

“Obviously us.”

“No way.”

James squeezed my hand. “Oh, come on, Jasmine. I think you’ll look pretty damn cute. Bewitching, if I do say so myself.”

“I’m not doing the headpiece!”

“Listen. I know a back way out of here. Nobody will see us. But we can’t leave naked. Because that will draw attention.”

“And sneaking out of here like Aladdin and Jasmine won’t.” I looked at the brunette. “Can you find me another dress, please?”

A stick-thin ran toward us. “Paparazzi is coming!”

“Shit,” I said.