Power Play: Jodie and the Billionaire by Selena Kitt Read Free Book Online Page B

her waist. “We can go skinny dipping.”
    “I
don’t care about him…” She still couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It was
like a dream. “Not anymore.”
    “Well
I do.” He pulled her hair aside so he could kiss his way down her neck, giving
her goose bumps. “We’re going to show him what he’s missing.”
    She
thought of Jason getting that photo of her kissing Dorian and, she had to
admit, some part of her was glad. Maybe he would understand what it felt like
to be cheated on, hurt, devastated. She knew what this was, that Dorian didn’t
love her and she didn’t love him. She had no wild ideas about them living
happily ever after. This was revenge—and it felt damned good.
    “Sir?”
Andrew interrupted them, rolling a tray loaded with food into the suite. “Your
dinner.”
    It
was nearly midnight—a little late for dinner—but she was starving
anyway.
    “You
can leave the champagne and strawberries by the pool. We’ll eat in the dining
room.”
    Jodie’s
eyes widened. “There’s a dining room?”
    There
was, indeed, a dining room, which seated twelve people, but they sat together at
one end, Dorian devouring his steak and Jodie her chicken and waffles. The
cupcakes were red velvet and she moaned as she ate them, licking frosting off
her lips. He watched her with a bemused smile on his face.
    When
Jodie went to clean up, Dorian stood, taking her wrist.
    “Leave
them. Andrew will clean up in the morning.”
    “Who
is Andrew? Is he yours?” she asked, following him into the living area.
    “No.”
He laughed. “He comes with the penthouse.”
    “Wow…
I guess forty-thousand dollars can buy you everything.” She gravitated to the
window, looking out at the pool.
    “Not
everything.” His hands moved on her shoulders, brushing her hair aside.
    Jodie
held her breath as her zipper came down, down, down, all the way to her lower
back. She remembered the underwear she was wearing—white cotton, nothing
special at all—and regretted her choice.
    “Your
skin is flawless.” His lips brushed her shoulder as he slid Lauren’s fifteen
hundred dollar dress to the floor. Jodie stood there in her bra and panties, in
front of floor to ceiling windows, for all the world to see. If they had a
telescope, anyway.
    “Let’s
go swimming.” Dorian opened the door leading to the pool, waving her through.
    Jodie
couldn’t believe the view. She could see every hotel on the strip, all lit up.
You could probably see them from space, she thought, conscious of Dorian’s eyes
on her as she held onto the handrail and dipped her toes in. It was like bath
water.
    “Go
ahead.” He smiled, unbuttoning his shirt. “I’ll join you in a moment.”
    Jodie
waded in, watching as he went back inside. The pool was a giant rectangle with
two adjacent wings. The end of the rectangle hung out over the edge, enclosed
with some sort of clear glass or plastic. She was desperate to see that view
and swam out to the very end, her stomach doing flip flops as she looked down
at the street below where everything was microscopic.
    She
could see Caesar’s Palace in the distance and wondered what the girls were
doing. Probably speculating about what she was doing. Going back and
telling them in the morning would be quite an experience, she was sure.
Although, she had a feeling she wouldn’t be telling them everything.
    “Say
cheese.”
    Jodie
turned and Dorian snapped a picture with her phone. He was down to a pair of
boxers and that fact interested her far more than the fact he’d just taken a
picture of her half-naked in the Palms penthouse pool with her phone.
    “Water’s
warm.” She waved him in, realizing he probably already knew that.
    “Temperature
controlled,” he explained as he waded in toward her. “I like it warm.”
    “Me
too.” She leaned back against the glass, watching him approach. And she’d
thought the man was beautiful in a suit? She liked the Dorian Cole who swept
her into his arms and drove around