Free The Billionaire's Largesse, Part One (The Billionare's Largesse Book 1) by Aurora Rhodes Page B

at random (as long as you didn’t do it on a novel by Stephen King or any of his pseudonyms, it’s not as though anyone was ever going to notice). She’d convinced herself that Spencer hadn’t been serious about the five thousand, but she wanted the shop to look its best for the event. His employer was still paying something for the hire, after all, and some of his guests might decide to pick up a few books afterwards.
    After she’d finished sprucing the place up, Mary looked at her watch. There were still fifteen minutes before the shop opened for the day… without making a conscious decision, she found herself drifting towards the faded curtain that divided the shop floor from the crowded storeroom. She waded through the shoulder-high piles of books and into the slightly less cluttered small back office.
    She kept a lot of her personal stuff in the shop, so she could go straight out on the town after closing in the evening without needing to pop home to change. She’d already decided to wear heels today to present a more professional image to the businesspeople that would be coming in the afternoon. But as she studied her full figure in the full-length mirror on the back wall, she realised the sparkling shoes were a bit wasted against her comfortable but dowdy calf-length skirt and wool sweater.
    She reached to a hook on the wall and lifted down her date dress, the ocean blue number that Joe seemed to have been enjoying before his Rand bomb. She held it to her body and smiled into the mirror. Well, they matched the hell out of the shoes, but it would be overdoing it for running a bookshop, even for an event!
    But there were still a good ten minutes to go, so why not see how it looked on her at least?
    Marvelling at the naughty smile on her face in the mirror, Mary pulled the skirt down over her round hips, then hoisted the heavy sweater over her head. She stood in front of the mirror in a sturdy bra and her black lace knickers and was taken aback. Her legs seemed to go on forever thanks to the heels, and as she half-turned to check out the rear view she couldn’t resist giving her reflection a cheeky wink.
    “Not bad,” Mary told herself with a low whistle. She picked up the dress, but frowned. Its thin straps really weren’t going to work with the bra she was wearing today.
    “Well, I’m just playing,” she thought, and pushed her bra straps over her shoulders and down her arms. She unclasped the bra and felt that blessed moment of release she only usually got to experience when she got home and changed into pyjamas for an evening in front of the TV with a glass of wine. She sighed as she watched her full breasts spring free in the mirror with a pleasing little bounce. For once, she’d not even been wearing the bra for long enough to get any angry red lines across her chest. The gentle drafts of the air conditioning stirred across her skin, raising all over Mary’s body, and coaxing her nipples to bud and swell.
    She was aware that she had a body, of course, but Mary didn’t often make the time to take a good look at it, and the sheer novelty of wandering around her office virtually naked at quarter to nine in the morning was exhilarating.
    Out in the shop, the radio was pootling through some light jazz, and Mary found herself raising her arms high above her head, and swaying her hips in a gentle dance, her eyes half-closed as she enjoyed the chill air on her statuesque curves.
    “Ah, I’m so sorry,” The voice came from the curtain, and Mary turned sharply. Spencer was standing in the entrance to the storeroom, looking a little awkward if not actually embarrassed.
    “What are you doing here?” Mary squealed, her hands on her hips.
    Spencer hefted a case in his hand. “I thought I’d see if I could get the laptop and projector hooked up in advance. The door was open,” he concluded with a raised eyebrow.
    The breeze that had aroused Mary so recently now reminded her that she was standing in front of