His for One Night by Octavia Wildwood Read Free Book Online Page B

thing from my mind.
    Rushing through the rest of my day’s work, I hurried home.  I only had a couple of hours to get ready but I wanted to make the most of them. 
    I started by running myself a bath, soaking in the tub for a while before shaving my legs, not to mention everything else.  I took my time and spent a few minutes massaging lotion into my skin, wanting to be silky smooth for Hayden.  Ever since his unexpected visit, I’d been on edge, horny as hell.  I wanted to touch myself but I knew I didn’t have time for that.
    Hair and makeup were next.  A sophisticated up-do and a smoky eye were essential, I decided.  I left my lips a neutral shade of soft, inviting peach.  After that I spritzed some understated floral scented perfume in the air and stood beneath its cloud, letting the mist envelope my naked body.
    Then came the challenging part:  selecting an outfit.
    It was hard to choose between the six different cocktail dresses Hayden had given to me.  They were all so stunning in their own unique ways.  Eventually I settled for a short but classy silk one that hugged my curves in all the right places before gently skimming away from my hips.  As I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom scrutinizing my appearance, I had to admit I looked good.
    I finished off the outfit with a pair of silver stilettos, one of the few pairs of heels I owned.  Then I grabbed my seldom-used black and silver clutch from the place it resided in the back of my closet.  As an afterthought, I snatched a red wrap from the coatrack on my way out.  Hayden hadn’t given me many details about the party and, on the off chance it was to be held outdoors, I wanted to be prepared.
    As it turned out, I managed to get ready just in the nick of time.  Moments later, I saw headlights turning into the driveway of the small house I rented.  My ride had arrived.
    To my delight, Hayden had sent a stretch limo for me.  I’d never ridden in a limo in my life and I had to admit, climbing into it while the chauffeur held the door made me feel pretty important.  I was, however, disappointed to see that Hayden wasn’t inside.
    “Mr. Slate regrets that he couldn’t pick you up himself,” the chauffeur said as though reading my mind.  “He had some business to attend to before the party but will meet you there.  He asked you to give me this,” he said, handing me a small box before shutting the door and getting back behind the wheel.
    I switched on the light in the back of the limo so I could see.  Then I carefully opened the box.  A note tumbled out.  It read:
    Daniella,
    I saw this in the window of a shop today.  It captured m y attention, much like you did.  I decided it would be much more beautiful on your wrist than in a display case.  Enjoy.
    Hayden
    Inside the box was a delicate tennis bracelet adorned with diamonds.  I stared at them breathlessly as they glistened in the light.  I could understand why the bracelet had caught Hayden’s attention; it was magnificent.  But for him to buy it for me…well that just seemed like too much. 
    After taking a moment to admire it, I slipped it back in its box.
    Hayden had told me the drive out to the billionaire’s mansion only took about twenty minutes, but it felt like an eternity.  The closer we got, the faster my heart pounded.  When submitting to Hayden at the party had been nothing more than a naughty fantasy, it had been thrilling.  Now that it was about to become reality, I was getting nervous.
    I wasn’t sure when I’d decided playing it safe wasn’t for me.  I’d always been the kind of girl who doesn’ t take risks…until recently.
    I suppose d my shift in thinking had begun a couple months back when I was at Mark’s place.  He was busy shopping online, in a bidding war for some stupid hard-to-find video game he just had to have.  I’d been in the kitchen making lunch.  He yelled to me to bring him a paper from the pile on his kitchen