The Setup (The Dark Billionaire, #1) (4 page)

Would Bruce show the same kind of generosity and feel as excited if he knew who she really was?

Would it make any difference for him to share these moments with the woman she actually was, instead of the woman he thought she was?

Probably, Jennifer thought. 

They went back home at the end of the afternoon, and had dinner earlier than the day before.

“I have a surprise for you. Tonight, we are going out...” Bruce said with an air of mystery.

“Where will you take me?”

“We're going to see the opera La Cenerentola.”

Jennifer had no idea what it was about.

“Really? Well, I’m not dressed to go out...”

“I know. I’ve sent a picture of you to my assistant and he brought the model I requested while we were outside.”

Benny, Jennifer thought...

“But... are you sure the size will be fine?” She asked skeptically. A mere picture couldn’t be accurate enough.

“I asked him to take three different sizes to make sure you find the one that fits perfectly. They are waiting in your room.” Bruce said, giving her a wink.

How thoughtful...

“Can I see the picture you sent? I just want to make sure you sent a good one,” Jennifer said, giggling.

In fact, she was now worried that Benny would recognize her in the picture. The last thing she wanted was to let everybody know at the office about her adventure. It would create such drama, and Bruce would be ridiculed because of her. Please, please, she silently prayed.

Fortunately, the picture Bruce showed her didn't include her whole face; only her chin. Relieved, Jennifer took a deep breath, and told him she would go and try all three dresses right away.

***

T
he limousine stopped in front of a red carpet. A man in uniform opened the door to let Bruce and Jennifer get out of the long, luxurious black car. 

He was wearing an elegant black tuxedo that emphasized his broad shoulders. Standing next to him, holding his arm, was Jennifer in a gorgeous, long deep blue evening dress. The two of them formed an outstanding couple.

“Welcome, Mr. Wilson. This way please.” Another man in uniform came to greet Bruce and Jennifer, and led them to their seats, in a private box.

“As you requested, Mr. Wilson. There won't be anyone to disturb you.”

Bruce gave the man a hundred dollar bill as a tip, and nodded to let him know he could go. As they sat next to each other, Bruce looked at Jennifer.

“Close your eyes” he said. Slowly, she closed her lids, not sure what he had in mind. Suddenly, she smelled a masculine, musky perfume next to her, and felt the delicious, soft lips of Bruce against her mouth.

This simple touch was enough to give her goose bumps. Without opening her eyes, she opened her mouth to let him in with his tongue, and raised her hand to grab his head.

As soon as his tongue was in her mouth, she felt a warm woman juice soaking the crotch of her underwear. Quietly, she moaned. Then, she lowered her hand from Bruce's head to the bulge in his pants. He was hard as a rock. She rubbed him gently, which made him breathe more heavily.

He likes it
.

Encouraged by Bruce's reaction, she unzipped his pants and slipped her hand inside his underwear. She grabbed his huge shaft and felt his velvet skin in her delicate hand.

Feeling Bruce's cock so hard while he was invading her mouth with his tongue made Jennifer horny as hell. She started to stroke him, and quickly felt the need to taste him.

Suddenly, they were surrounded by darkness. The show was about to beginning. She pulled away from Bruce, and looked around.

“Nobody's watching,” Bruce said. “I chose this box so we could be completely alone.”

Jennifer used both her hands to hold Bruce's underwear and free his erection from his fly. His hard rod was now completely out, proudly standing in front of her eyes. She gasped. Her mouth was watering for a taste of that thick pole, and she instinctively started to wet her lips. She glanced at Bruce, who was staring back at her. She knew what to do.

She leaned forward and closed her eyes. She teased the swollen head of his cock with her tongue, licking the slit, tasting his delicious precum. She licked him down to his balls, making his whole length slippery, and sucked each ball tenderly. She stayed there for a few minutes, hearing Bruce panting. She moved back up, rubbing her lips against his cock, and went up and down like this for a while, stroking him with her wet lips.

Finally, she wrapped her generous lips around his head, and grabbed his balls with her hand, eager to gobble him up.

Bruce grabbed her by the hair, and she took it for a signal to go further. Eager to comply, she relaxed the muscles of her throat, preparing herself to swallow him entirely. Bruce applied a soft pressure against her head, and she literally impaled her face on his huge cock. She could feel the thick base of his pole, and she felt a tingle of excitement in her pussy. She continued to suck him tenderly, slowly, playing around with her tongue.

She could tell Bruce loved it, by the sound of his breathing. He tipped his head back, and whispered. “Oh my God, I can't hold it anymore...”

Jennifer stopped sucking, and looked at him. “I can handle it. I want to feel you in my mouth...”

Bruce looked at her, a puzzled look on his face. “Are you sure?” he said, panting.

She didn’t reply and accelerated, making the friction more intense, pushing Bruce over the edge. After a few seconds, he arched his back, and his penis exploded inside Jennifer's mouth, filling her with his hot cum. Jennifer moaned and swallowed everything, making sure his cock was perfectly clean.

My God... I gave a blowjob to Bruce. I just sucked my boss! Does he even imagine his assistant just blew him? Jesus, he is so hot!

Bruce smiled at her, and gave her a sensual kiss, obviously not bothered that she just swallowed his cum.

“Your turn...”

Jennifer gasped, and felt her juices soaking her already wet underwear. He was going to return the favor! She could barely handle the horny anticipation. He stood up and kneeled in front of her. He raised her dress around her waist, and slipped her panties off. Her pussy was dripping, and the odor of her juices permeated the box.

Jennifer spread her legs to allow him to stick his tongue to her wet inner lips. She moaned loudly. Then, he went straight for her clit. The pleasure was so overwhelming that Jennifer arched her back. As she was grinding her clit and her lips against his face, she grabbed her left breast, and sucked her right finger. She was panting, twisting her body, trying without success to control herself.

Suddenly, Jennifer rolled her eyes. She tipped her head back, and opened her mouth, fighting to avoid making too much noise. Her hands ran through Bruce's hair more rapidly, and she arched her back. Her clit rose up hard, and she felt powerful waves of pleasure shoot through her entire body, while she pulled his head closer between her thighs.

“My God,” she said, catching her breath. “You made me cum so fast...”

“I can do better next time,” Bruce replied, with a big smile on his face.

Jennifer blushed. “Let's enjoy the play now.” 

They both collapsed in their seats, smiling to each other, their hair and clothes completely disheveled. 

***

“W
hat will you take?”

Bruce was behind the bar, his white shirt unbuttoned and his black bowtie around his shoulders.

“A glass of white wine, please,” she said.

“How did you like it tonight?”

Jennifer blushed and smile. “You mean... the opera, or...?”

Bruce chuckled “I don't know. Both?”

“Well, I didn't realize we were watching a Cinderella kind of story. It was very good, though,” Jennifer said, ignoring the other aspect of the question.

“Yes. I don't know how I would react if the woman I loved was in fact someone else...”

Jennifer felt like someone had stabbed her in the chest. Her face turned red, and her heart started to beat like a drum. “Does it really matter? You can't always control these things ...” she said.

“I’d still be pissed,” he said.

“What would you do?”

Bruce, one hand in his pocket, took a sip of wine, leaned against the bar and looked at the ceiling. He whispered, “What would I do...?”

Jennifer could see that he was thinking about something. He had a blank stare in his eyes, and he suddenly looked extremely preoccupied.
What's going on in his mind?

“Are you okay, Bruce?”

Bruce looked at her and finished his glass. “And you Aleksandra. What would you do?”

He looked at her as if he was trying to dig inside her soul. Jennifer looked down; he had taken her completely off guard.
What the hell am I supposed to say?

“I don't really know,” she said. “I never thought about it, but I guess... I guess I would try to understand. If that person is really special, I would make compromises; or even sacrifices.”

“Hum, I see,” he said, thinking. “I don't know if I could do the same honestly... I hate people who lie.”

They both kept silent for a moment, looking at each other. The atmosphere in the room had suddenly changed and was now tense. Jennifer was sweating.
Is he saying that to me? Does he know my true identity? Why does he seem so mysterious and distant all of a sudden? Maybe he knows, and he's really disappointed. Maybe he...

Her thoughts were interrupted when Bruce came out of the bar and approached her. From her seat, she had to tip her head back to look at him. From this angle, he looked really impressive, his broad shoulders and massive chest intimidating. He looked her straight in the eyes, with the dominant expression that she’d seen many times at the office.
My God, he's going to fire me...

“It's been another great day,” he said. “I think I really like you.”

What?

Then, he leaned forward, grabbed her head between his large hands and kissed her sensually. Jennifer, who expected Bruce to get mad at her, was completely speechless. Before she could say anything, he turned his back and waved his hand, walking back to his bedroom.

My God, that was a hot kiss!

Jennifer felt dizzy, her head spinning.
Clearly, I can’t continue like this. I have to do something. I can’t handle the pressure anymore. The joke has gone too far now, it’s time to stop. The longer I wait, the harder it will be for me to get out of it. Tomorrow morning, 8:00 a.m. sharp, I will tell him everything. 

W
hen Jennifer opened her eyes, the sun was already high in the sky. Her naked body was wrapped in the silk bed sheets, and she felt hungry. She grabbed her cellphone to check the time. 12:00 p.m.
What? Oh no, where's Bruce? I have to talk to him, now!

She quickly got out of bed, and saw an envelope on the floor, next to the door. She picked it up and opened it immediately.

Dear Aleksandra,

Unfortunately, I won't be able to spend the day with you. I have to prepare an important contract for next week, but I should be done by the end of the afternoon.

As soon as you wake up, just go downstairs and call Gerard, my butler. He will bring you anything you want to eat. If you need anything, just ask him.

I gave him special instructions to take care of you.

See you tonight.

Bruce.

She read the message twice, and realized she wouldn’t be able to tell him the truth. Not until the end of the day, that is.

She went to the bathroom, thinking Bruce was probably working on his deal with Mr. Sakamura. She took a shower, put on her makeup and got dressed. As she looked at herself in the mirror, in her luxurious room, she couldn't help but think this was all crazy.

There she was, sleeping in Bruce's mansion, treated like a princess when in fact, she was lying to him. It looked so unreal. Just a few days ago, she was simply his overworked assistant. And now, her head was filled with memories and experiences she’d never known before. 

But she also knew it couldn't last very long. She had no idea how she was going to tell Bruce that she just wanted to give him a lesson; that she didn't mean to go that far. She didn't mean to play with him but was he going to accept it?

Her situation was now much more complicated and stressful than she had anticipated. At the end, she was happy that she could take a break for a few hours, in order to gather her thoughts. It all went too fast and she definitely needed to be alone, to go through all her options. 

First though, she needed to have lunch. She went downstairs, and found Gerard waiting for her.

“Hello, Gerard. Is Bruce going to be back soon?”

“Hello, Ms. Andrei. Unfortunately, Mr. Wilson won't be back today.”

“What?” 

“He will spend the night outside of the city, in his beach home. After lunch, I will send you to the airport, where his private jet is waiting for you.”

“Where am I going?” 

“To his beach home, Ms. Andrei. He will meet you there tonight, after his business meeting.”

Interesting
.

After lunch, Jennifer went back to her room to pack her bags. After twenty minutes, she was ready to go and called Gerard. He brought her to the same limousine she’d used the day before to go to the opera with Bruce; her first opera. Her first orgasm with Bruce.

She tried not to think about it, but she couldn't control herself. As she spread her legs to enter the luxurious car, she felt her wet panties plastered against her crotch.

She quickly thanked Gerard, who closed the door behind her and told Jack, the chauffeur, he could go. She couldn't wait to see Bruce again. She wondered if he was thinking about her at that moment, and closed her eyes to relax.

That night at the opera had been incredible. Jennifer was surprised that she didn't even think twice before sucking Bruce in public. She just did it, without worrying about anything else. Nobody saw them, but still: it was a pretty bold move, and she never thought she could do this kind of thing.

For some reason, she didn't mind doing that with Bruce. She felt protected around him, and she was actually happy to pleasure him, even if it meant giving him a blowjob in public. She admitted that the experience had been very exciting. Her very quick and intense orgasm that night was something she would never forget.