Chapter 6
Abigail
These people are no different than me. I have nothing to worry about, and besides, I’m with the most eligible and desired bachelor in New York, no one is going to care about me. At least that’s what I hoped.
My eyes widened in surprise as our car pulled up to the venue. There was a line of reporters on either side of a blocked off walkway with numerous, and intimidating, security personnel positioned on either side. Shit, I didn’t plan for this. I was so concerned about what other attendees of the event would think that I never considered there’d be reporters looking for a story. And what better story then a billionaire who falls for his maid. Boy, wouldn’t that be a fun headline. Right out of that movie, Maid in Manhattan.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”
My gaze left the crowd outside of the vehicle and to Devon. I tried to keep my expression cool and indifferent. “I’m sure it will. I’m not worried.”
“Bullshit. You don’t get to where I am in life by not being able to read people.”
“It just so happens that you’re mistaken on this account,” I announced as the chauffer opened the door on my side. I slid out without giving Devon the benefit of another glance, giving the driver a nod and smile of thanks.
As soon as both feet my were on the cement, the flashes of the cameramen began, nearly blinding me. I blinked and shielded my eyes from the intrusive flashes of light. While attempting to gain my bearings, I felt Devon put his hand on the small of my back and gently nudge me forward.
Gulping down my fear, I allowed myself to be ushered forward.
“Just smile and nod, I’ll do the talking.”
“Okay.” I looked over at him, and he gave me a smile of reassurance. I felt slightly better. I could smile and say nothing, easy-peasy.
As we moved forward, I did as told, smiling, but not really paying attention to what was going on around me. My mind was fixated on the entrance that was approaching, though not soon enough for my liking.
Just another ten feet, five feet. And then we were there, walking through the entrance and away from the prying eyes of the paparazzi and their flashing cameras. I released a sigh of relief.
“The hard part is all over. Now you get to enjoy the rest of the night.”
“If you say so.”
“I’m an excellent dancer. You’ll see.”
My brow furrowing, I looked up at him. “What do you mean by, I’ll see? I really don’t dance.”
“Then it’s a good thing you’ll have a partner that does.” He winked at me and I blushed despite myself. “Besides, any woman can dance as long as they have a partner that knows how to lead.”
“And you know how to lead?”
“Better than just about anyone I know.”
Mischief shone in his eyes and it got me thinking that he was talking about more than just dancing.
Walking into the ballroom, I was blown away by the elegance of the décor. As we strode past one extravagant floral arrangement that stood six feet tall, I had to stop and check out the flowers. There’s no way those were real. But they were. There had to be at least a dozen different arrangements around the room. Filling all the massive vases with fresh flowers at this time of year must have cost a fortune.
Couples were mulling about the room, the men dressed in tuxes and the women in varying types of gowns. All the gowns were high fashion and fitted around slender figures, with only a few exceptions to the rule. It was as if I’d stepped into a different world.
“Holy shit!” I stopped short, not wanting to stare but I couldn’t help it. It was my favorite television star, Ryan Cain. “Devon!” I spun to face him and gave him a swat on the shoulder. “Do you know who that is?”
“First, shhhh.” He placed his index finger on my lips. “Yes, I’m aware of who it is. There will be a number of actors and musicians here. It’s not a big deal.”
He removed his finger. “But, it’s Ryan Cain,” I repeated in a hushed voice, leaning into him.
“So you’ve said.” He didn’t seem overly impressed.
“You’ve never seen his show?” My eyes widened in surprise. How could he not be as excited as I was?
“No.” He had an amused gleam in his eyes as a smile touched his lips.
“Oh wow. We’ll have to watch it when we get home. Isabella and I watch it every Thursday night, and have seen the entire series on Netflix several times.”
“Doesn’t it get boring watching the same show over and over?”
“Nope. Not his show. No way.”
“Would you like to meet him?”
A surge of excitement raced through me. I felt like a teenager with a crush again. Holy crap, meet Ryan Cain! Devon could make it happen? “Yes! I’d love it.”
“Okay.”
I looked over my shoulder at Ryan again, my grin so wide it felt like it was going to split my face in half.
“On one condition.”
My mood dropped a little. A condition? Shit, my hopes dropping a little. As I turned to face him again, I was curious to see what this condition could be. “A condition?”
“Uh-huh.” His smile turned wicked as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled something out.
My eyes narrowed at I stared at his closed fist. “What’s that?” I’m not sure that I wanted to know to be honest.
He jerked his head towards a less crowded area and began to steer me towards it. What in the hell was he up to? Once we were where he wanted us, he stopped and turned to face me opening his hand in the process. Sitting on his palm were two silver balls attached together by a thin string.
“What are those for?” I had a pretty good idea, I was hardly naive, but asked the question anyway.
“If you want me to introduce you to Mr. Ryan Cain, then you’ll put these on and deal with whatever happens.” Reaching into his other pocket, he produced a remote. “Would you like to me to go into detail on what this does?”
He didn’t need to. I knew. My first instinct was to tell him to shove those balls up his ass and let me play with the remote. Ironically, I was pretty sure there were people in this world where that’s exactly where they went. On the other hand, I did really want to meet Ryan. However, there was another reason why I put my hand out and accepted the balls. The bastard was challenging me. I could see it by the smug expression on his face and gleam in his eyes that he didn’t think that I’d go through with it.
“Are they properly cleaned from the last girl?” I cocked a brow up at him, and gave him a smirk.
Chuckling, Devon shook his head. “Brand new, just for you.”
“How thoughtful.” He dropped the balls into my hand and I was immediately surprised by how much weight they had. I’d never actually put balls into me before, though my roommate liked to use them for her Kegel exercises. She said they worked wonders on tightening, but I couldn’t have cared less. My vagina wasn’t a man’s playground. I didn’t have sex as a physical release, I had it as an expression of my feelings towards the other person. Perhaps I was old-fashioned, but that was how I felt. I was a mother first and foremost. I was looking for love and a life-partner, not some quick romp.
“So, do we have a deal?” he pressed.
Closing my fist around the balls, I hit him with a look of defiance. “You don’t think I have the cajones to do this, do you?”
“I never said that.”
He didn’t have to say it, I could tell by the look in his eyes he didn’t think I did. Well, to hell with him. I’d show him who had cajones. “I’ll be right back.” Spinning on my ungodly high heels, I marched my way towards the woman’s restroom. I’d show him…
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Devon
Damn, that woman had fire! Seeing her get angry was both amusing and arousing, and I was currently sporting a semi. The flash of defiance in her eyes was sexy as hell. It was going to be a fun time watching her squirm every time I pressed the button to activate the vibrations of the balls. With any luck, I’d have her in my bed by the end of the night.
Some small part of me perversely hoped it wouldn’t be quite so simple, that she’d actually make me work for it. Women had become way too easy for me and, since I enjoyed the thrill of the chase, pursuing women that threw themselves at you and did everything you asked had made the sport lose some of it charm.
She was gone for a long time. Maybe she took off through a window in the bathroom? As absurd as that sounded, as the minutes passed it seemed more and more likely. I know I’d said I wanted a challenge, but not to the point where I had to chase her down after she escaped.
“Devon, man. How’ve you been?” I felt a hand on my shoulder and my gaze shifted from the direction of the woman’s room to see none other than Ryan Cain. Ryan lived in the penthouse of one of my buildings – the very building I lived in, to be exact. I failed to tell Abigail that it was only a matter of time before she ran into him without my assistance. To my mind, that was need-to-know information that she didn’t need to know just yet.
Turning to face him, I grinned and we briefly shook hands before Ryan took a step back and pointed to his date. “This is Becca.”
“Becca,” I repeated, extending my hand and taking hers. “So nice to meet you.” Becca was a pretty girl; typical blonde with sapphire blue eyes and a slender figure. No doubt an up and coming television star if she knew Ryan, but since I didn’t watch much television, I couldn’t say for sure. I’d known Ryan for years, and the only women he ever seemed to date were actresses.
“You too.” She had a nice sincere smile.
“Who’s your date to this shindig anyhow?”
Just as Ryan asked the question, I heard the click-clack of heels on the marble flooring. Turning, I gave Abby a smile, amused by the look of surprise on her face as I motioned for her to come closer. Once she came within reach, I placed an arm around her waist and pulled her tight to me. Leaning into her, I caught a whiff of her strawberry perfume. So nice. My dick did a little jerk in my trousers.
“This is Abigail Whitney,” I responded.
“Abigail, so nice to meet you,” Ryan stepped forward and offered her his hand to shake.
I couldn’t help but be amused watching her mouth drop open as Ryan began to engage her in conversation. They’d eventually get to the point where what she did for a living would come up. I suppose how we’d answer that question was something we should have discussed. But, whatever, we could wing it. I had a feeling she wouldn’t be too happy with me if I outed her as the maid, so I kept my mouth shut.
“You were just in the most recent episode, weren’t you?” Abigail asked Becca. I’d been so distracted and amused watching Abigail’s expression, like a child in a candy store, that I hadn’t been following the conversation.
“I was.” Becca confirmed. “That’s how Ryan and I met.”
So typical, I thought. Ryan dated almost all of his co-stars. Bored with the conversation, I slipped my hand into my pocket and grabbed the controller to her balls. I fingered the remote until I found what felt like the on button. I switched it to the on position and then hit the activate button.
Abigail was in mid-sentence when I hit the button. The balls worked like a charm, she gasped, her eyes growing wide. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, so I hit the button again, being rewarded with another little gasp, though this one wasn’t as surprised as the first. She looked up at me, giving me a dirty look. I forced myself not to chuckle.
This was going to be so much fun. I really was a cruel bastard.
How wet is she getting? I wondered, yearning to know.
Despite my attempts to distract her, she seemed to be able to continue carrying a conversation. It was sort of ruining my fun. And the worst of it was that I was becoming concerned that the idea of turning her on with the vibrating balls was turning me into the horn dog and not her.