The Billionaire's Game [PREVIEW ONLY]

Chapter 7 : Code Red [MATURE]

"That will be fine. Good night."

"Good night." Ines waved at him as he got into a white Lincoln town car that had pulled up in front of the hotel entrance.

She gave the valet her ticket, and asked him to bring her car up so she could get something out of the trunk.

Ten minutes later, she walked up to the front desk, a small slim case containing her manuscript in hand.

"I'm here to see Mr. Kilborne," she said to the petite woman in a dark suit. "I'm a little late but ..."

The woman smiled. "And you are?"

"Ines Andrada. I was supposed to see him at nine, so I'll understand if he's busy —"

"Not at all, Ms. Andrada. He's been expecting you." She raised her hand slightly to call someone. "The floor requires a key card to access it, so Toby here will assist you."

The bellhop accompanied her to the elevator, and held up the card to a scanner before punching in the floor number.

"Have a good evening, miss," Toby said.

"Thanks." She clutched her case and purse nervously to her chest as the doors slid closed.

She wasn't too late, thank goodness. There was still a chance this could turn out well, if she could show him she was professional and dedicated to her craft. And if he liked her script. She'd submitted it to three different film festivals last year, but it had never even made it to the final rounds. This could be her only shot.

It didn't take her long to find the room. She checked her hair one last time, then pressed the doorbell.

She waited about half a minute. Nothing. Panic rose in her chest. Was he asleep? Busy? She shouldn't have been late, damn it. Only she didn't know how to tell John she had to cut their dinner short because she was meeting someone at nine o'clock.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand to the doorbell button. Just one more try, and if he didn't come to the door, she'd leave.

There was a muted click and the door opened.

Kilborne stood holding the door open. He didn't return her smile.

She swallowed hard. "Mr. Kilborne," she said. "I'm so sorry I'm late."

His hair seemed a little ruffled, like he'd run his hands through it a couple of times. He was still painfully handsome up close. When he looked her over, a thrill shoot up her spine.

Calm down, she reminded herself. Breathe.

"Come in, Ms. Andrada," he said. He took one step back, pulling the door open wider.

"Thank you."

She walked in a few steps, looking around the suite. High vaulted ceilings featured a large chandelier. It illuminated the wide living room, with its plush cream sofa and chairs and the lilac-colored carpet with gold print.

It was incredible how rich people lived. Did Kilborne book this room just for a date? The woman must have been pretty special.

"I appreciate you agreeing to see me tonight, Mr. Kilborne." Ines turned around to face him. "I hope I didn't intrude on your date—"

She stopped when she found herself pressed against his hard chest. His hands fell on her hips, his touch sending a blaze of heat through her body.

He kissed her.

All strength left her limbs as his lips ravaged her mouth with a hunger that took her by surprise. Her purse and manuscript dropped from her hands. She opened up like a flower under the heat of his kiss, and only a moan of surrender arose from her throat when his tongue thrust down to find hers.

She whimpered when her eyeglasses pressed sharply against her face. He pulled away too quickly at the sound, his hands releasing her.

"I'm sorry," he said, his breathing uneven and shallow. His eyes were dark, almost angry. "I ..." He ran a hand through his hair. "Could I offer you a drink?"

Ines blinked up at him. Was this the reason he asked her to his room? She was not unfamiliar with the practice of powerful men demanding sexual favors in exchange for career opportunities. She just didn't expect ...

She didn't expect him.

The way his gaze would set her body on fire. Or how she melted under the touch of his fingers, all her mental faculties numb when he kissed her. How she could yield so easily when he pulled her body close to his.

She knew she couldn't do this. She couldn't sell herself for this. Not for anything.

"Ines?"

At the sound of her name on his lips, she felt raw molten heat drip down to gather low in her belly. Wordlessly, she reached up and yanked her eyeglasses off her face. She let them drop by her side.

Trembling, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Kilborne responded with a low growl as he took her mouth, his tongue seeking hers with a roughness that made her quiver between her thighs. He grasped her bottom, and his fingers raked at her dress. The hem of her skirt lifted until her backside was bared to his hands.

He squeezed, and her legs parted instinctively. Reaching lower, he pushed two fingers inside her thong. She moaned when he found her clit, and felt a gush of her arousal where he touched her. A sob escaped her throat as his fingers rubbed her sensitive bud with expert strokes.

His mouth moved down her throat, his tongue leaving a hot, damp trail on her skin.

"Yes," she gasped. "Oh God yes."

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