Masked Indulgence: A Billionaire Holiday Romance (Nightclub Sins Book 2)

by Michelle Love

  As Angela lay back in her luxurious one-woman spa and glanced at the nozzle, she wondered when she would find a sweet man who could be with her, pleasure her, and share a life with her. Angela didn’t date very often. She found most men her age were immature and just weren’t ready for a serious commitment, which was strange because she was thirty-two and that was considered a fairly late point in a person’s life to be settling down.

  She had heard stories of couples hooking up through those online dating sites, and that seemed to be a fairly popular option these days, but Angela was just too much of a romantic to go down that route. All her friends were trying it, but she just had a different picture of how she was going to meet her soulmate. She was going to meet him at a benefit, for instance, and their eyes were going to lock from across the room. He was going to approach her from across the dance floor and hold out a hand. “Care to dance?” he would say. They would have a romantic dance; his hand would caress the small of her back; and they would get lost in each other’s gaze.

  That was how it was supposed to happen. That was how it would happen. She promised herself that night that she wouldn’t settle for anything less than perfection in her romantic life, for it would be worth it when the time came. She reached for the nozzle and spread her legs, lowering it into position.

  After her bath, she put on a beautiful silk robe and moved into her living room. She plopped down on her comfortable couch and grabbed the remote. She flipped through the channels until she came to the news channel. Apparently there was a big takeover at the city’s largest consulting firm and this bid would result in the largest company of its kind in the country. She could already imagine the share prices skyrocketing. Too bad she didn’t own any of those shares, she thought.

  After a few more minutes, it was revealed that Angela’s law firm would be handling the majority of the legal work surrounding this takeover. It was Saturday today, so she had another day of rest ahead of her, but she knew that Monday would be chaotic. She could already picture her boss bellowing orders at her and the staff. She shuddered briefly.

  Finally, she decided that it was time to turn off the TV and go to bed. She walked over to her bedroom, passing by the fridge to get a quick snack of a piece of cheese and some fruit, and then brushed her teeth and got into bed.

  That night she dreamed of the merger, and of the new CEO, Anderson Cromby, who would be taking charge. He was a very handsome man who dressed well and had nothing but the finest tastes in the arts, sports, and whatever else he was passionate about. He also happened to be a billionaire, having made his fortune in investing in technology companies, and was only a little older than Angela. She had heard all of this through the grapevine at work. And now, perhaps, she might even get a chance to be in the same room as him—a chance to meet him!

  Her dream was pleasant. She and Anderson were dancing together at a ball and he had some really smooth moves. Then he asked her to come back to his expensive penthouse in the city and they cuddled and watched movies together until the sun came up. When Angela woke in the morning, she was left with a longing in her core, for it was obvious to her, through the dream, that she needed a male companion. She needed one badly.

  She showered, got dressed, and made herself breakfast. The clock only showed 7:30 a.m., so she had a couple of hours before she had to start getting ready for the day. She spent that extra time at the gym working out. She loved working out in the mornings. It made her feel good all day, and it also made her feel good about her already stunning body. She looked great for a woman her age. Men had even confused her for a twenty year old on several occasions.

  Her plan for today, once she had finished her routine, was to meet Maxine for brunch at the Carlisle club across town. Maxine Palmer was her closest friend. They had known each other since college. Maxine was a professional tennis player and spent her time traveling from circuit to circuit. She made quite a lot of money doing that. She wasn’t quite at the highest level yet, but she was getting there. She was also married, to an accountant named Henry Palmer. They were happily married and Maxine had recently told Angela that she was expecting. The two of them couldn’t have been happier. They even said that they wanted Angela to be the kid’s godmother when he was born.

  Angela didn’t drive, so she took a taxi all the way to the Carlisle club and entered the large wooden doors. She was greeted by a doorman who offered to show her the way to anywhere she needed to go.

  “That’s okay,” said Angela. “I’ve been here before.”

  The doorman nodded and smiled pleasantly. Angela walked over to the dining area and approached the busboy.

  “Angela, for two,” she said. He showed her to a beautiful table by a large glass window overlooking the street below. Maxine was already seated and was engaged in smelling the floral decorations that adorned their table.

  “Hiya, babe!” exclaimed Angela excitedly.

  “Darling!” responded Maxine, rising to hug her dear friend, who returned the loving embrace. “You look great, girlfriend!” she said.

  “So do you!” responded Angela. “You are positively radiant!”

  “Not bad for three months, eh?” said Maxine jovially, and she twirled around for her friend to see how great she looked.

  “Let’s order some seafood! And I’ll get a sangria!” suggested Angela happily.

  “You and your sangria. I’ll get an orange juice, and I will enjoy it!”

  They ordered their meals and within about fifteen minutes they arrived. They each had a shrimp cocktail, and an assortment of cheeses, crackers, and fruit was set out before them. They hungrily ate, all the while chitchatting about their respective lives.

  Maxine was complaining that she was missing training time because of the pregnancy. Angela was saying how nervous she was about the big deal that was cooking in the merger world.

  “I’m sure you’ll knock them dead, Angela,” said Maxine reassuringly.

  “Thanks, buddy,” said Angela, and forced herself to smile in return.

  After their bill was paid and their bellies were full, they decided to go for a steam in the club’s steam room. They walked up the stairs to the workout area and wandered into the changing room. They got undressed and Maxine’s smooth black skin was positively radiant. Angela could see where her belly bulged out as only a woman who was just finishing her first trimester could.

  Angela took off her clothes and hung them in one of the wooden cupboards. She draped a town around herself and the two friends walked to the steam room. It was very hot and moist inside the room, and they took a seat in the far corner. There were two other women sitting opposite of them engaged in a discussion. They were talking about the big merger and about Anderson Cromby, who would be the new CEO. Maxine was quiet, settling into the comforts of the steam room. So Angela listened.

  “You know, he is just so dreamy. Most CEOs are old and unappealing,” said the first woman.

  “I know. You know, he looks a little bit like my husband, Ron. Minus the red hair, of course. Anderson’s hair is so thick and brown. I would love to run my fingers through it. I would love to get ahold of him and do things to him,” said the second woman.

  “Tell me about it. I mean, I would just take his dick in my mouth and suck it like there’s no tomorrow!” said the first woman.

  “Erica!” said the second woman, embarrassed. “There are two other people here.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you two. I hope we are not disturbing you,” said Erica.

  “No, it’s okay,” said Angela reassuringly. “Believe me, our mouths are much dirtier. This is my friend Maxine, and I’m Angela. Nice to meet you two.”

  After the steam room, the two friends went back to Angela’s place and put in a DVD. They lounged there for a few hours watching the movie, until they decided it was time to do something different.

  “So, what are you going to do if you actually get to meet Anderson Cromby?” asked Maxine.

  “What do you mean
, what will I do? I’ll just play it cool, like I normally do. He wouldn’t be the only man who was ever interested in me, by any stretch,” replied Angela.

  “No, but if you do meet him he will likely be the first billionaire you have ever met,” retorted Maxine.

  “That’s true. Okay, so you want to know my honest feelings? I haven’t made up my mind yet. He seems great, but what are the chances he would go for a woman like me? Who knows if he’s really my type or not? There are just so many unanswerables.”

  “Well, I guess you’re right. This is all just conjecture at this point. But it’s fun to dream, huh?”

  “I swear, Maxine, sometimes I think you are psychic. I actually had a dream about him last night.”

  “You don’t say! I’d love to hear all about it.”

  The two friends spent the rest of the afternoon lounging about and talking about various things. Maxine kept reminding Angela that she might have the opportunity to meet Anderson. It was almost as if Maxine wanted Angela to get into a serious relationship. Angela wasn’t sure if she wanted that or not. She just wanted a dreamy guy to fool around with. She didn’t quite know if she was ready for a serious commitment or not.

  Work Habits

  The following morning at work, Angela settled into her regular routine. She answered some phone calls, sent out a few emails, and chatted with her coworkers. The main topic was clearly the firm’s new acquisition of Anderson’s new conglomerate file.

  Handling the merger would be a big task, and there was lots of work to be done. It would take years to fully sort out all the paperwork, but Angela’s firm was the best in the city at handling that sort of thing. In the afternoon there was a staff meeting in which Eric Taylor, the firm’s president, laid out the details of the file, dispelled myths, and answered questions about what the new business would require. Apparently Anderson would be paying a visit to the firm the next day, as he wanted to see what kind of business theirs was.

  Angela couldn’t help but get goosebumps when Eric said that Anderson wanted to meet everybody. That meant he would be circulating around her part of the office and perhaps they would have a chance bump-in. Angela made a mental note to wear her best suit. She even decided that she would go for a hair appointment that evening and get a mani-pedi as well.

  After the staff meeting, the rest of the day seemed to fly by. Everyone was abuzz about the news, and it seemed as though all the women in the office were already starting to swoon over Anderson’s announced arrival.

  That evening, as Angela was getting her manicure, she made small talk with her manicure artist. She was a short Asian lady with beautiful brown eyes and long black hair. She looked to be in her early twenties. She hadn’t heard of Anderson Cromby, however. Angela tried to explain to her how important a man he was, but she didn’t seem to be excited about him. Perhaps it was only businesswomen who understood exactly how much of a catch this bachelor was. Although, the fact that he was a billionaire probably should have set the manicure artist off.

  What would I do if I was a billionaire? Angela thought. She realized that she could have whatever life she dreamed of if she was privy to that much money. She could imagine it now: skiing trips, lavish vacations in the Caribbean, expensive yachts, caviar and champagne … the dream was endless. But she hadn’t even met this guy yet, and already she was imagining what kind of lifestyle they would have together. Get a hold of yourself, Angela.

  Angela paid the bill and left the spa. She was only a couple of blocks away from her home, so she decided to walk it. As she was walking, she bumped into an old acquaintance of hers.

  It was Mark Stevenson. They had gone to college together. She had studied art history and he was a biology major. They had been great friends. There had always been a lot of flirting between them, but nothing had ever happened. She had thought he was cute; in fact, most of the girls back then thought he was cute. He was tall, about six-foot-one, and had a muscular build. He had well-kept thick black hair that was parted to one side. His face lit up when he recognized who he had bumped into.

  “Angela!” he exclaimed very excitedly. “Fancy meeting you here!”

  “Likewise! What are you doing in this part of the city?” asked Angela.

  “Just going for a stroll. I am in real estate now, and I was just appraising a building not too far from here. Is this where you live? Gosh, Angela, you look great. We should go for a drink sometime. You know, to catch up, for old time’s sake.”

  “How about right now?” she ventured.

  Mark could see in her eyes that she was dead serious. He could also tell, past her fierce bravado, that she was incredibly horny. She needed to get laid, badly. And so he jumped all over it, as any warm-blooded heterosexual man would have.

  She leaned into him and grabbed his crotch. He could smell her womanly scent and whatever mild eau-de-toilette she was wearing.

  “I want you to fuck me, Mark.” she whispered plainly in his ear. “Fuck me like you never did in college. I have learned a thing or two since then.”

  Mark got hard in his pants and her grip tightened. She could already tell he was a good size. She stroked him through the fabric of his linen suit-pants, and Mark let out a sigh of release.

  “Where do you live?” he asked.

  “A few blocks away.”

  They walked hand in hand to her apartment, took the elevator up to her floor, and immediately started undressing one another as they entered through the door. Their clothes were scattered all over Angela’s apartment.

  They worked their way to the bed, making out as they went. Angela took off her shirt, then her bra, and then her pants. In her red satin panties, she felt very naked—and loved it. Mark removed his shirt and pants and took off his underwear. His giant manhood bounced to attention and he had a full hard-on. It looked as though he measured in the eight or nine inch range.

  Angela grabbed him and pushed him down onto her bed. She stood there for a few moments, hovering above the bed, taking a moment before diving in.

  He scanned her body. Her tits were even more perfect than he had imagined. They were full and round and hung in perfect teardrop fashion. He thought to himself wistfully that she could have been on the cover of Playboy. That was how perfect she looked.

  When she slid out of her panties, he could see that she was completely shaved down there. She crawled onto the bed next to him and placed a hand on his erection.

  She whispered into his ear, “I have dreamed of this ever since college. What is your fantasy?”

  “I want to fuck you good, Angela,” said Mark honestly. “I have always dreamed of ravaging that perfect body.”

  “Then let’s get to it.”

  They fucked passionately for close to half an hour. Mark’s rhythmic penetration was exactly what Angela had needed. She came a few times during their fuck session, and at last Mark said he was close. She sucked him off the rest of the way and swallowed his manly load. After they finished, they crawled under the covers next to each other and cuddled for what seemed like an eternity.

  Later that evening, after a brief nap in which the two lovers lay nestled in each other’s arms, Angela got up to take a shower. When she came back into her bedroom, there was no sign of Mark, just a note that he had jotted down and left on her unmade bed. It read:

  Dear Angela,

  I had a wonderful time this evening. I don’t want this to turn into one of those ‘things,’ so I’ll just say that I’ll be around. You can reach me at the number on my business card, which I am leaving.”

  Angela could read between the lines. She’d had no notion that their engagement this evening would lead to a relationship. That’s not what she wanted with him anyway. She had just wanted sex with a hot guy. And he had delivered.

  A big smile made its way across her face as she crumpled up the note and tossed it in the trash. She took his card, which had his business address, telephone number, and email address on it and placed it in her purse. That night, as she lay in b
ed, thoughts of sex and romance made their way into her dreams. She had the distinct feeling that her life was going to take a drastic turn for the better. In many ways, it already had.

  The next day at the office, Angela was very nervous and excited at the same time. This was when the big news was going to be released to the staff. She wore her best outfit and looked great. She even received some compliments from her co-workers on how great she looked. The morning passed by fairly quickly and after lunch she didn’t have a lot of work to do, so she called up Maxine to check in and see how she was doing. Maxine had a tennis match that morning and at that point was at home icing her ankle, since she had twisted it.

  “Have you seen him yet?” asked Maxine.

  “No, replied Angela. Not yet.”

  Finally, at around 4:00 in the afternoon, her boss got the staff together and let them know that Anderson would be coming by the office to “check things out,” so everyone was supposed to be on their best behavior and put their best foot forward.

  When Anderson arrived with about four other lawyers as his entourage, Angela’s heart skipped a beat. He was very attractive, about 6’0, and had thick, dark brown hair and blue eyes. He seemed to be walking very quickly and scanning the area, as if to get a quick impression on how things were done around the office. He didn’t really spend time in any particular area, but just kind of perused around at his leisure. He then walked up to Eric and shook his hand. They discussed some matters for a few minutes. Angela couldn’t really tell what they were talking about. But Eric kept nodding and smiling.

  Anderson’s eyes surveyed the room. At one point, Angela could have sworn that Anderson made eye contact with her, but it was sort of impossible to tell. Finally, Anderson turned around, walked back to the elevator, and took it back down to the ground floor with his entourage. That was as close as Angela got to Anderson that day. What a thrill.