Free Billionaire's Bet (BBW Waitress, Billionaire Seduction) by Moira McGuinness

 
     
    Billionaire's Bet
    By Moira McGuinness
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Copyright 2013 Moira McGuinness
    All Rights Reserved
     
           Billionaire's Bet
    Book Design by Moira McGuinness
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    'It is way too early for this', my cat Delilah said to me with her eyes. 'What are you doing'.
     
    "I know princess", I said to her quietly. "Mommy got a job, I have to leave early".
     
    'Get back to bed. It's warm here. You don't want to go outside do you?'.
     
    "It's only for a few days", I told her. I just need to make some money for cat food, okay?".
     
    Grumbling as only a cat can, she jumped down from the bed to rustle in the litter box. When satisfied, she jumped back onto the bed.
     
    ‘ I’ll just wait here for you then. You need to know that I’m not happy about this though’.
     
    It was the end of a rather long and painful month. June had started well enough - my boyfriend and I were planning a trip to Iceland, he had just been promoted at his work, I had reached the 5 year mark in my job at a bank, and we were talking about our future together.
     
    Apparently this was a bad idea for him. Talk of the future had scared him, the thought of being with one person for the rest of his life filling him with dread. He cooked me dinner, poured me a glass of wine, and broke my heart. Two years we’d been together - not an age but long enough to feel lost without him.
     
    My week only went downhill from there. Going to work the very next day I was greeted by my supervisor at the door. Carrying my personal belongings in a box he told me that there were cutbacks, and that I was the first to go. They did give me a generous severance package, meaning that I could support myself and Delilah for a few weeks at least; but again the sense of loneliness stung. I spent most of my days browsing personal ads and job postings - neither of which filled me with any hope - and talking to my cat. When she began to answer back, I knew that I needed to leave the house and meet real, human people.
     
    Finding myself at the mall, I had been walking through a department store and was trying to navigate my way around the perfume counter without being sprayed. As I hid like an escaping prisoner, watching the guard walk around the watchtower so that I could time my run, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Standing guiltily I had come face to face with a stern looking man, who had given me an envelope. Not saying a word to me he had simply turned on his heels and walked out; lost among the linens.
     
    Scurrying I had quickly found my car, and in the sanctuary that it provided had opened the envelope. Inside was a simple sheet of paper.
     
    I have chosen you to do a few days work for me, from Thursday thru Saturday of next week. You will be waiting tables at a private function. The hours are 9am until 9pm, for which you will be paid $40 an hour. You must wear a black skirt, black shoes, and a white button down blouse. If you wish to be employed please email me at [email protected]. The address of the function will be provided by reply.
     
    Thanking you,
     
    Joseph.
     
    Crumpling up the paper and tossing it behind my head I’d scoffed, almost outraged that someone would just walk up to someone in a mall and give them something like that. Who did they think they were? Who did they think I was? Did I look like the kind of girl who would just take a risk and email someone that I didn’t know? Of course I was, but he wasn’t to know that! Did I look like the kind of girl who needed money? Of course I did, but surely it wasn’t that obvious? 12 hours for 3 days, that’s 36 hours, at $40 an hour - that’s nearly $1500! Did I look like the kind of girl who would rush home, boot up her laptop, ignore the meows of her cat while she emailed this man to tell him she’d do it?
     
    Clearly.
     
    And so here I was. Dressing in the uniform that was requested, getting into my car, and driving to