Free How to Seduce a Billionaire by Portia Da Costa Page A

to it!
    She imagined him sitting there reading it, somewhere, in car, at his home perhaps? Maybe in a lull in a high powered meeting?
    Me too! See you soon. E
    What the hell had she done? This was crazy. Anything might happen. But she
wanted
it to happen.
    I might end up having sex with you, Ellis.
    The final frontier.
    I want sex.
    True.
    But not meaningless sex.
    He knew she was a virgin. Could he possibly understand what a huge great big enormous deal it would be to her,
not
to be one any more? Some women, younger women, slipped off their virgin status with barely a second thought, but for her it’d be tantamount to metamorphosis.
    Ellis McKenna was a beautiful man, and the odds were that he was an experienced and skilful lover. But he’d probably lost his virginity in his teens. Twenty years ago? And it wasn’t the watershed for boys that it was for girls, surely?
    But I could wait for Mr Right another ten years or so, and then I might have a horrible time of it, even if I love the man. Why not take a gamble on a gorgeous billionaire? You’ve fantasised enough about it, you silly mare.
    Yes, she saw his face every time she touched herself now. And his body. Stifling her cries in her pillow, she’d pleasured herself every night since she’d met him, picturing him naked again and again, or maybe partially dressed, his flowery shirt unfastened. His lightweight linen trousers open … Clothed or stripped it was so easy to imagine a sleek and lean, magnificent physique.
    Take a chance, Jess. Stop dithering. Stop debating. Stop just dreaming and start doing! You’ve got a date with a real life sex god, so just go for it!
    Even if she did meet her one true love one of these days, he’d expect her to have some experience at her age, surely? Nobody seemed to care about virginity any more, except her, so the man she eventually married or lived with would probably actually be pleased that she knew how to ‘do sex’.
    When she reached home though, she ran upstairs and flung open her wardrobe. Where was Cathy when she needed her? But her friend was out again, with her own bloke, off to a concert straight from work, and probably not experiencing the slightest qualm whatsoever about the possibility of sleeping with him. In fact, eagerly looking forward to it!
    Primping and preening probably more than she’d ever done for any date before in her entire life, Jess tried to keep her mind in neutral, focusing on the tasks in hand.
    The trouble was, now the decision was made, the fantasies flooded in, distracting her.
    It always came back to Ellis McKenna’s body again. Muscular or sleek? Smooth or hairy? Big or average? Not small … no, not small.
    Images from life drawing class jostled in her head, phasing into her own imaginings of what lay beneath the linen suit and the flowered shirt. She saw Ellis reposing on the sheet-covered couch, or standing on the plinth, unashamed, a man she actually desired rather than a convenient human shape that happened to be male.
    Stop it, Jess. Get on with what you’re supposed to be doing. You don’t even know if you’re going to see anything tonight! It might be just a nice dinner and chat!
    Easier said than done. In case of ‘the eventuality’ she had to look good from the skin out, and none of her lingerie was really of the seductive category, just pretty and not especially provocative. All her clothes were like that, she realised. Smart and well chosen, elegant and flattering, but nothing to knock a man dead. No wonder she’d had no enthusiasm for getting out and meeting someone; she hadn’t even provided herself with the right tools for the hunt.
    Finally, it came down to a dark rose pink silk top and matching skirt. A wedding outfit that had drawn some compliments. It
had
even led to a date, but just one of those very occasional and awkward encounters that she specialised in. He’d been nice enough, but there’d been no second outing.
    And there probably won’t be one after