The Billionaire's Game [PREVIEW ONLY]

Chapter 7 : Code Red [MATURE]

She grasped his hand. "Call me?"

"Of course, I —"

She kissed him. Hard. Her hand moved up to the back of his neck and pulled him closer as her tongue pushed persistently into his mouth.

He could taste oranges and wine on her lips. She was sweet and flagrant, and breathless with desire.

"Mmmm... right," he gasped as he pulled away as gently and respectfully as he could. "I, uh, had a lovely evening. I will call you."

"Promise?" Rachel pouted. "You're not gonna break my heart, are you?"

Mason smiled and patted her hand. He felt another twinge of guilt, but he managed to extricate himself from her arms and walk out of the restaurant.

He couldn't help throw a glance at Ines when he passed her table.

She looked up from her meal and gave him a little smile.

.

.

"Friend of yours?" John said, seeing Ines smile at Kilborne.

Ines shook her head. "Not really," she said. "He works in film."

"Actor? I'm sorry, I didn't get to see his face."

"He's a producer." Not that Kilborne didn't have the looks to be in front of the camera. Or the body. He was in terrific shape. And tall. It was almost as if he was too perfect—

"Ines?"

"Huh?" She covered her mouth with her fingers. "I'm so sorry, John, I was..." She shook her head. "Never mind. You were saying?"

"I was just wondering if you ever dreamed of being an actress yourself."

She laughed. "Oh God no."

***

Mason sat on the sofa, remote control in hand as he clicked through all the channels on the television. Shite, all of them. A thousand channels and not a single thing he could stand to watch.

Where the bloody hell was the girl? It was fifteen past nine, and Ines still hadn't shown up. He'd been waiting in his suite for the past forty-five minutes.

With a sigh of frustration, he paused his channel surfing on the BBC news channel. He picked up the wireless phone on the table beside the sofa and dialled reception.

"Good evening, Mr. Kilborne," said a velvety female voice. "I'm Imani Smith from guest relations. How may we be of service?"

"Yes. I'm expecting a guest tonight."

"Yes, sir. You've given us her name. And a description. She hasn't come by the reception desk yet."

"Well, just ..." He paused. "Just send her up directly."

"Certainly, sir."

***

"Can I give you a ride?" John said as they walked through the hotel lobby.

"Thank you, I brought a car," Ines said. She decided it was best not to tell him about her meeting Kilborne tonight. That is, if he would still agree to see her. It was a little after nine p.m., and she still had to get her manuscript out of the trunk of her car.

"Well, it's been a pleasure seeing you again, Ines. Please give my best to Piper."

"Of course. I'll be in touch with your assistant. I'm sure Piper will want to set another date for dinner." Ines wasn't sure why, considering how callously her boss had stood him up tonight, but she had the feeling Piper thought meeting him was important.