Billie Bossa Nova

15.

"¡Que Hermosa! Ai, querida mia, you look tan perfecta. All the men will be mesmerized by you."

Billie smiled at Juanita's overzealous praise. Tonight was Tyla Gibson's big fashion palooza, which would be hosted at Moonlite Casino to show off Tyla's new clothing line. Which was why she wanted to look tan perfecta, as Juanita had said. The models would be looking extravagantly gorgeous, and if she looked average she would stick out like a sore thumb.

As for impressing men, there was only one in specific who's attention she'd prefer to attract. He was the one who chose the dress, after all, and she was glad that it fit like a glove.

After the incident at the kitchen, Billie couldn't pull herself to look at him the same again. How could she, when she had fiendishly slipped her hand under his shirt like a starved, desperate scavenger? Although, he seemed to like it (the way his voice grumbled out of his chest and his hold on her gripped for dear life was enough of a clue), she still couldn't help but feel like she should have put some restraint onto herself. The man held complete control of the situation while she writhed and breathed like she had just been under water for too long and was just passing the surface for the first time. She couldn't ultimately blame herself, Kai had those soft rose lips against her skin while he let her trail her hands over his smooth, rocky abs. Anyone with working senses would lose control over their lungs.

Finneas would lose his mind he found out what she'd done. She knew the moment she walked into the kitchen and came across his sleep-deprived self, his usually neat and perfect hair all unkept in a manner that made him seem beastly and hot. She knew she was walking into something she would never be able to walk out of. Something both of them could never forget.

And, Christ, was it unforgettable. Kai clearly knew what he was doing. She could tell from the way he was teasing her, the way he barely touched her but managed to drive her to the edge. The way he expertly kissed her neck, no vigor, no rush. Just patience and ease. She was mad-driven. She was crazed. She was on the brink of giving into him completely.

She didn't. Couldn't. The mission depended on it. Finneas' trust on her depended on it. The lives of many women and children depended on it. Finneas was right, Kai would serve as a distraction. He would divert her attention completely and she would lose concentration. Kai was not a luxury, he was a liability. She needed to understand that.

"Thank you, Juanita," she replied as the hair dresser continued to curl the last remnants of uncurled blonde locks. They were in her bedroom by the dresser, Juanita towering over her along with many makeup artists and hair dressers who were hell bent on ensuring she looked anything beyond stunning.

"I'm sure you will even outshine those models, how beautiful you are!"

Billie chuckled. "I'm sure that's not true. Tyla Gibson's new line is supposed to be a show stopper in. His resurrection, they say."

Juanita waved a dismissive hand at her words. Billie lifted from the chair when the dressers announced that they were done. Some adjusted her dress and patted her curls to add finishing touches before they let her leave.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Juanita was right, she had never looked better. Her dress, most of all, scarlet silk, low shoulder straps and tight around her curves. It hugged her chest perfectly, exposing her milky thigh with the slit opening high her right leg. The heels she wore made her legs seem to carry on for days, black and red-bottomed while lifting her three inches off the ground. The small black purse she had on had gold straps, keeping her phone, minimal makeup supplied and some tissues inside.