Free The Billion Dollar Sitter by Eliza DeGaulle Page B

unbalanced in his favor, so I have little reason to accept them."
    Alejandro. Sweet Alejandro. The only man who had the remotest chance of making my heart pound as hard as Tyson did. He made me wet down there in ways Tyson didn't. I didn't think I felt love for him like I did Tyson. It was something different entirely. All it did was make me think. Even if the storybook miracle happened, would I be happy living my life with Tyson as the only man I was ever intimate with?
    "Why are you going then," I asked.
    "Networking. I have to keep up good relations. More of the posturing I've told you I enjoy so much."
    The sarcasm dripping from his lips burned my shoulder as he kissed it.
    "So where are you going?"
    "Alejandro runs a chain of casinos in Vegas and has made himself quite the rich man. I figure I'll go and enjoy the sights, it's been a year or so since I've been."
    "Vegas?" I'm still nineteen, so a little childlike excitement was excusable from me, my voice got shaky, a smile across my face. "Do - do I get to go?" Instead of nineteen, I sounded like I was only nine.
    "Of course. I am bringing my son, and I can't go without his caretaker, can I? Think of it as a family vacation."
    Family? Did he consider me family now? The nine year old bouncing in excitement for bright lights and white tigers was replaced by the nineteen year old considering the implications of his words.
    "Go. Prepare yourself, I need to make some last minute arrangements."
    He turned me in his arms, and laid one final kiss on me, a long one. He wouldn't kiss me like that if I was just to bear his child and nothing more, right?
    Why did love have to be so confusing?
     
     
     
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    The nine year old came right back as I peered out the window of the private jet as it soared over Vegas. Lights. Pretty! All in the distance, a colorful oasis when everything else we passed over was about as interesting as the clouds - flat, boring farmland. Which was slightly more interesting than the flat, boring desert.
    "It's as if you'd never been on vacation before, Marci." Tyson stood behind me as I smooshed my face against the window.
    "Not really. Couldn't afford it. Most we would get is going upstate to see my grandparents. Never left the area otherwise."
    "Ah, so you're in for a treat. Glad I can break another of your cherries."
    I looked back at him with a smile, one he shared.
    "Come. The evening draws near. When I say it's a vacation, I mean it, Marci. I will arrange for my son to be cared for in your absence."
    He placed a hand on my shoulder, making me stand to meet him. I sighed as I looked into his eyes. It was so easy for him to pull me away from my supposed task of watching his child for his own enjoyment. I knew he cared deeply for Ty. He was as excellent a father as a very successful businessman could have been. Most would have left their child behind on such a trip.
    It just added to the reasons I loved him.
    The plane touched down, and he guided me out. First, of course, was getting us prepared to look like a billionaire and his girl. Tyson wore a more casual suit, still full of class, but lacking a tie. The suit emphasized all of the wonderful hardiness of his body, firm and so very hot to me.
    Me? Another dress, modest but sexy, ending just above my knees, thin straps over my shoulders. A design of black and red covered the fabric, and it was tailored to fit my body perfectly. I had to laugh in the mirror, still unable to believe a girl like me would be wearing such things. Tyson was quick to sweep me up, his arm hooked into mine as he lead me out of the boutique.
    Turns out there's more to do in Vegas than just gamble. Tyson correctly guessed that I wasn't interested in the world of card games and roulette wheels. I saw a magic show. I saw a comedy show. I saw exotic animals. I had the most wonderful dinner surrounded by people who spent enough on the meal they were eating to feed my mother and I for a year.
    As I finished off the ice