The Casino Billionaire

Chapter 14

By the time Shawna and I drive into the city, it is already after eleven in the morning. We head into the spa recommended on the navigator. When we walk in the staff gives us the old up and down look and turns their noses up at us. We didn't dress for success but, we didn't wear our worst clothes.

The woman at the desk looks to me, "May I help you?" In an 'I'm better than you' tone.

"Yes, we would like facials, massages, hair, and makeup done for the evening." I hold my head high and slide the credit card toward her. 

She looks at it, "One moment please." She raises her head so high I can see up her nose and goes to the back with the card. She is not gone long. She steps out with a wide smile, "Whatever you need Miss. Blake."

What the hell was that about? Did that wench seriously think we stole that card? Now that she knows we didn't we are treated like princesses. Shawna and I are taken into the back, given plush robes and told to go in and get naked. Come out with nothing but the robe. Mr. Joens said he wants us to have the best. Did she call Jason? Wow! Now I definitely feel like I fell into Pretty Woman. I don't like this much. His money means nothing to me. His body and mind on the other hand, well, I want to jump them like every moment, every thought of him makes me shiver inside.

On top of the facials, massages, we are both getting a wax. Never done this before. So scared! It hurt like all hell! I will stick to my razor in the shower along with all the chances of falling and cutting myself over having that done again. Shawna agreed when she was seated in the salon chair next to me ready for our hair and makeup. That was brutal. Her face was so red. She swore she didn't scream when they ripped off her pubs. Surely can't say the same for myself. We laugh as the stylists go to work on our hair. 

When they are done with us, I hardly recognize Shawna. She looks so beautiful. She just stares at me. Looking in the mirror, I see that they left my hair down putting soft waves throughout. My makeup is done to perfection. Never could I accomplish this on my own. The absolutely wonderful gay man that did our faces hands us each a bag with sample bottles of the things he used so we can freshen it up before going out tonight. He turned us each to the mirror and explained what to do like we will remember any of it. Staring at yourself looking that beautiful, I heard nothing he said. Shawna's voice broke me from the mesmerizing woman in the mirror telling him that she's got me, no worries.

Before we leave, the woman at the front desk tells us that there are three boutiques to the left and a block over that will carry what we need for dresses and shoes. They are her favorite shops and the employees will help us put together the perfect outfit to fit our body types. What does that mean? That woman is stick thin and flat-chested. Maybe she is jealous that Shawna and I have curves and t**s. Who knows. We thank her and head out the door. 

I didn't like anything in the first two shops, Shawna found a stunning dress that she can wear for a casual night or a fancy dinner. It looks beautiful on her. When we walked into the last store and it immediately caught my eye. A long black dress with a plunged neckline, no back, spaghetti straps, and a slit up the side that goes up to my hip. It looks like it is made of silk. Thankfully, they have it in my size. These kinds of shops run in really small sizes. I'm not fat, but I'm not a size zero either. 

When I step out of the dressing room, Shawna just stares at me, "What? Does it look bad?" I start to question my decision.

"If I was a lesbian, I'd so be after you right now." She covers her mouth and laughs, "It is perfect."

My smile grows, "You think so?"

She nods as the saleswoman brings a pair of six-inch heels over to me. These scare me. I wear steel-toe boots and tennis shoes, not heels! I see a sprang ankle coming in fast. Slipping them on, I grow so tall. They aren't bad. Surprisingly comfortable and walking around does not seem so hard. Shawna claps her hands at the whole look. I feel so very awkward like this. She pulls out her phone and starts taking photos of me. When she shows me what the camera sees, I almost cry. Who knew I could look this good. 

"Jason did," Shawna says as if she could read my thoughts. My eyes grow big and she winks at me.

After changing back into my regular clothes, purchasing everything, including some gorgeous silver and diamond jewelry to accent the dress, the total made me want to pass out. Shawna takes the credit card from my hand and gives it to the saleswoman. That just cost more than three months of my pay. Shawna has to take my arm and lead me out of the boutique. I can't breathe. That is too much money. She sits me in the car and drives us back to our apartment. The whole way home all I want is for her to turn back and return all of this. How can someone spend that much money on one night out, just for the outfit! The spa didn't bother me because we got something out of it, this dress, I will wear it one night and then what? It will hang in my closet forever? This just doesn't seem right.

It is nearly seven when we get home. Rushing in, Shawna gets me to change, I was still fighting it. All that money. She takes me into the bathroom and touches up my face and hair. She has me ready to go just before the knock comes from Rex to pick me up. Shawna answers the door smiling, "She is ready to go." Then she moves to the side and Rex grins.

"You look lovely, Miss Jennifer." He steps in and puts out a hand for me to take, "Shall we take you to Mr. Joens?" All I can do is nod.

"Have fun." Shawna wiggles her eyebrows at me. 

On the way out the door, I could swear that Rex gave Shawna a look that I can only explain as lustful. What is going on there? He pulls me into the hall before I can ask any questions. Outside is Jason's limo waiting to take me wherever it is that we are going tonight. He never did tell me.

We drive for a while. Pulling up to a tall building that looks like apartments. Rex opens the door for me. Offering me his hand, helping me out of the car. "Go in, the elevator is to the right. Hit the top button for the penthouse." He smiles and opens the door to the building for me.

Butterflies are fluttering so hard in my stomach, I want to vomit. Why am I so nervous? What if he doesn't like this? I am amazed at how well I clean up. What if Jason isn't into it? God this elevator ride is too long.  might chicken out. The doors finally open at the top floor to the most astonishing apartment I've ever seen. There is a wall of windows that look out over the city, plush leather furniture, a fireplace that is roaring. The lights are dimmed, and there is music playing softly in the background. Is this his place?

"Hello?" I call out. Is anyone here?

Jason comes around the corner in a tuxedo. My knees get weak. I play it off the best I can and smile widely to him, "Wow. Jennifer, you are stunning." He walks up laying a soft kiss o my lips. In these heels, we are the same height. 

He twirls me around to get in the full effect, "Do you really think so?" I ask shyly.

"I couldn't ask for anything more. You are so beautiful." He walks me to the dining room where dinner is all set up. The table is set for two, there are candles, champagne, and fancy place settings.

"We are staying here?" Tilting my head. Why did I have to get all gussied up to have dinner in his apartment?

"Yes, I am not sharing you with anyone else tonight." He takes me into his arms, his eyes sparkle in the candlelight.

"Oh, alright." I feel a bit awkward. Does he not want to be seen in public with me? Was this a test to see if I could look this good before he lets anyone else see me with him? 

He can tell that I am having a 'What the f**k' moment, "We have not had time for just us. I don't know much about you except that you care deeply for the ones you love and are so independent, beautiful, smart, cunning, and make my heart desire you." 

Well, that was straight forward, "You pretty much hit it on the head, Mr, Joens. You are the one that perplexes me. I am not sure what you want from me. We are not compatible in a public setting. When people find out that I am just a girl from a poor city that works in a foundry to pay her bills, they will tear you apart. Though my heart screams to be near you, We cannot be outside of this."

"I do not care what anyone thinks. What we want is all that matters. Ever since that day I opened those doors and saw you there with those idiots hands on you, in your dirty coveralls, face a mess. I saw the most incredibly gorgeous woman. I couldn't believe my eyes. Your beauty shown through. No matter how you look, I know you are the woman that I want in my arms, my mind, my heart, and my bed." His lips crash into mine with a fire he had not had before. This kiss was not sweet or soft. It was full of want, desire, and need.

When we break free, I struggle to catch my breath. In my entire life, no one has kissed me like that. I believe that Jason Joens has the same feelings for me as I for him. Now, what do we do? Just grasping that a man like this wants me is inconceivable. One thing I do know is that I will not let this man go easily. My only hope is that he will fight as hard for me. On we go into this with eyes wide open and our hearts on our sleeves. I say a small prayer that this man never lets me go.