Free Seducing the Billionaire: A Billion Dollar Contract Story (The Billion Dollar Contract) by Cynthia Dane Page A

the end of a long week. Could use other things to feel better, though. She looked at the man in a suit. A nice suit. A cut suit, tailored to his body. Money, money, money. This man oozed it, unless he had some benefactor in Italy handing him Armani suits. Either way, Jasmine could dig it. “Lonely night?” she asked, hoping her voice wouldn’t tremble and betray the few nerves left within her.
    She got a furtive glance, but that was it. Whatever was on the man’s phone must have been captivating. Probably porn. Jasmine glanced at the man’s lap. Maybe not.
    “Here for business?” He looked it. This hotel catered to the wealthy businessmen traveling through the area and looking for a cozy place to sleep and shower. And meet their mistresses. Since entering the business world, Jasmine was crestfallen to learn how much cheating went on during business trips. “Or maybe… pleasure?”
    I sound so hokey! The only thing that could make this worse was putting on a terrible grin that advertised what a dork she was. When she gathered the courage to look at the man again, all she saw was a twitch at the corner of his mouth and a tap of his fingers against the counter.
    “Business,” he muttered, a voice cool and firm echoing in his throat. Jasmine shivered. Could’ve been the martini, but she was pretty sure it was this damned good looking stranger.
    Jasmine waited for him to say something else, but the man was too preoccupied with his phone to care about her. There should be a law about being attached to those stupid things. “In town for much longer?”
    Now he looked up, that chiseled jaw and those piercing eyes shooting daggers into Jasmine’s chest. Shit, I picked a doozy! He could destroy women with a look like that. “Only another day. Why? Do I know you?”
    Jasmine sat up straight, her sweater slipping off her shoulder as she pushed her chest out and tossed her dark hair behind her. Think sexy. Think glamorous. Think… I dunno, unzipping those pants and taking him for a spin. Think it! Jasmine didn’t believe in psychic connections, but if they were possible, she was going to make sure Mr. Stranger picked up on every image projecting from her mind. The first one was her hand reaching between his legs to find out how big he was. Oh, and those taut lips nibbling on her ear. “My name’s Jasmine.” She held out her hand, weakly, showcasing how delicate she was. Men liked the idea of going at a dainty gal, right? Think about fucking me. You know you want to. Boy, she was bolder in her brain than she usually gave herself credit for!
    The handsome stranger finally put down his phone and gripped the tips of her fingers. “Ethan,” he said with the confidence of a successful businessman. Got him. Or so Jasmine thought until the man picked up his phone again, Email. Internet. Solitaire. Even solitaire was more interesting than talking to her. At least he touched me. Jasmine resituated herself in her seat and flicked her finger against her martini glass.
    “You alone, Ethan?” What the hell. She had little to lose in this situation. Just her pride. It wasn’t worth much anyway.
    His finger continued to tap his cell phone screen. “Nobody is really alone these days. Big Brother, and all that.”
    “He finding anything good on that phone of yours?”
    At last, she got a laugh out of him. Adorable. Jasmine would bet a paycheck that Ethan’s genuine laughter was a sight to behold. “Afraid not. I’m terribly boring.”
    Jasmine had to make some quick decisions regarding how to take this one-sided flirtation to the next level. I’m determined. She came to that bar to find her a man for the night. She came to Ethan because he was the biggest stud in the room. Now unzip your pants and show me what you got. Patience, patience. “I’m not boring.”
    Tension mounted between them. Hopefully, it was sexual. Either way, Jasmine finally had his full attention, and the man in a suit gazed at her with nothing but