Free The Billionaire's Bet: A Seductive Deal by Clarissa Wild Page A

intercom told us we’d arrived and the
door opened. The guy stepped outside, took the toothpick out of his
mouth and threw it in a nearby trashcan, before hurrying off though
the lobby. It took me a while to get my composure back.
    I straightened my cut out dress and patted my
hair down before stepping out into the casino lobby. It was packed
with people playing poker at the tables, rolling the dices, taking
their chance at roulette and there were hundreds of people sitting
behind the slot machines.
    I went to the cashiers and exchanged some
money for chips. Deciding I’d squander my time playing a game I’d
never win, I settled for roulette and enjoyed my time betting on
red, because it was my favorite color. I never won anything, of
course.
    When more than a half an hour had passed,
I exchanged my last chips for coins and used them on the slot
machines, drinking one glass of wine after the other. I was a
sucker for the drink that heated my throat and eased my senses. It
wasn’t like I was supposed to be somewhere anyway and my writing
wasn’t going anywhere either.
    I pressed the buttons and let the machine
do its thing, when I noticed that same guy from the elevator was
sauntering through the aisles. I immediately turned my head, afraid he might’ve seen me
stare.
    After a few seconds I felt a strong hand
on my shoulder. His warm breath was in my neck. “Are you enjoying
yourself, Miss?” His husky voice was coaxing me to close my eyes
and liquefy under his hand.
    Am I enjoying myself? With your hand on me,
definitely yes.
    “ Of course,” I said. I caught a whiff of his cologne, the scent
arousing my senses.
    He smiled and chuckled softly. “Good. You
know, you’ll have more luck if you press them within a specific
amount of time.”
    He took his hand off my shoulder and leaned
on the machine. “May I show you?”
    His smile was cheeky and too tempting to say
no. I wanted to keep him here for as long as possible. “Sure.”
    He nodded and then placed his hand on top
of mine, the mere sensation making my heart jump through
hoops. My fingers were
on each of the buttons to make the machine stop, but I couldn’t
move them anymore, too focused on his touch.
    He pulled the lever and waited. “Right at
the exact time they…” he muttered. Then his fingers gently pushed
down on mine.
    Each of the rows stopped on the same
icon.
    “ Voila!” he said. The coins came spilling
out of the machine.
    “ How did you …” I began.
    “ Ah, secret of the trade,” he said, and he
winked at me. “Have a
great time.”
    Then he walked off. My eyes still followed
his every move. He
stopped when an old lady dropped her chips and picked it up for
her. A few feet away there was a boy sitting at the floor, running
his finger in circles across the carpet, just beside the seat of a
much older man who looked just like him.
    Must be his father.
    The guy walked over to the boy and sank
through his knees. When the boy looked up at him, the guy fished a
few chips from his pockets and placed them in the boy’s hand whose
face lit up immediately. Then he ran off and the smirk on the guy’s face was the cutest
thing I’d ever seen.
    A voice called out through the speakers,
saying it was time for the charity event. The guy looked at the
watch around his wrist and walked away again, toward a large room
filled with people.
    I got off my seat and drifted toward the same
room, interested in what was going on, attracted by his presence.
His scent and allure was pulling me in like a bee to a flower’s
honey. And oh boy, did I want his.
    When I peeked around the corner, I noticed
there was a stage in the back. A woman stood there with a
microphone, a handsome man standing next to her, and she called out
prices. Female guests held up their hands and the prices shot up,
while the man made some funny poses.
    They’re auctioning off guys?
    “ Two thousand, two thousand, anyone wants
to bid higher? This piece of man-meat is well worth it,