by Jolie Day
The Billionaire Agent
BBW Mystery Romance
Jolie Day
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The characters, places, and events portrayed in this book are completely fiction and are in no way meant to represent real people or places.
Warning: This story contains mature themes and language. It is intended to be enjoyed by an 18+ audience only.
Copyright © Jolie Day
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About this Story
She never thought that the authorities would find her.
Jenni
Jenni lives a life on the edge. She’s a streetrat and she loves it. Looking at her, all soft, girlish curves, you’d never take her as a threat. But underestimate her and you may just end up missing a few things.
Gavin
Gavin is a secret agent who is handsome, secretly rich and alpha sexy. He should pose a threat to Jenni, but she feels drawn to him. The chemistry between them is palpable. He recruits her into a mission he is working on, and she has no choice but to agree.
But she has no idea that he has other more dark and lecherous ways to use her…
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The Billionaire Agent
The Billionaire Agent
Jenni’s fingers slipped over something wet on the floor as she scrambled to get away from broken glass in the darkness. It smelled metallic, and she knew it was blood. Footsteps approached from the hallway behind her, heavy and pounding in the quiet of the house. Doing her best to hold in her frantic breath, Jenni stood and stumbled in search of an exit. Her hand hurt from using it to buffer her landing in the pieces of shattered material.
The footsteps came closer, so Jenni worked her way toward the door on the other side of the room. She found the handle and tugged on it, but it wouldn’t give. Come on, I don’t need this! she thought to herself in desperation. Twisting the lock, the door slackened, and she was able to open it, slipping out into the cold and wet night.
Jenni tore from the house and slipped into an alleyway separating two closed clothing stores. She worked her shaking legs with as much effort as she could, fixated on getting back to her hideout swiftly. Although her body was frightened of the experience she’d just gone through, her mind was exhilarated. She almost smiled to herself as she backtracked toward her home. She felt in her pocket with her uninjured hand, closing her fingers around a thick wad of cash. The pain and fear had been worth it. Once she got home, she’d spend the next half hour counting just how much she had managed to thieve from the sucker owning the house that she’d broken into.
The only thing Jenni really worried about was her hand. She hadn’t looked at it yet, but she knew that the blood she felt on her palm was thanks to the glass display case she had bumped into and knocked over when turning the corner directly out of the hall. She didn’t worry about the cut’s deepness, infection or its pain. What she worried about was the owner of the home noticing her blood on the floor and calling the authorities. They would certainly use that as evidence and possibly run it through some DNA testing if the homeowner was really serious.Jenni supposed it all depended on how much money she had actually stolen from the armoire in his bedroom.
Jenni reached the city library and walked up to the back doors behind the building. She wrenched one side open and stepped in. The lights were off in most of the library. The only one still on was over a desk in the back corner of the building where Jenni’s good friend Vince worked. He practically lived at the library, and he kept the back doors open just for her. They had a mutual understanding. Vince was the owner of the library, but he wouldn’t have been so successful if it weren’t for his dabbling in the thieving arts in the past. When Jenni had come to him for help, he told her she could use the library to her advantage.
Jenni wiped some of the blood off on the inside of her hoodie before leaning up against a bookshelf. She tugged the stack of money out of her pocket and flipped through the bills, counting. A slow grin spread across her lips as the number grew higher and higher.
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred...
The back door closed and clicked.
Six hundred, seven hundred...
“Hello?” came Vince’s voice. “Who’s there?”
“It’s just me, Vince,” Jenni called across the books. She finished counting. Eight hundred dollars total. Her mind swam with the thoughts of what she could do with that much money. Maybe she could have something nice to eat one of these nights, or even spoil herself and rent a hotel room for a day. She didn’t want to spend it all in one place, of course. That would raise suspicion.
This was the biggest success she’d had in a long while. Maybe she could even share a little bit of the find with Vince.
“Are you alright back there?” Vince called. “You’re awfully quiet.”
“Just getting ready to celebrate,” said Jenni as she straightened from the bookshelf and walked out and into view. Vince sat with several books piled up on his desk. He was in the process of removing old date stickers on the inside covers and setting them aside to form another growing pile opposite of the first one.
“Celebrate? For what?” he asked as he watched her approach. Vince was an older man with graying hair and glasses. He always dressed nice and Jenni sometimes wondered if his expensive tastes were left over from his years as a burglar and swindler.
Jenni had put the money back in her pocket. She smiled at him with a hand still on the roll of bills. “For being financially successful.”
Vince frowned and closed the cover of a book still in his hands. “You got a job?”
Jenni snorted with laughter. “Do be dumb, Vince. Do I look like I have the reputation it takes to get a job anywhere? You know me better than that.”
Vince chuckled and leaned back in his chair. “Alright, alright. I’m assuming this is another successful robbery then.”
Jenni looked around cautiously at the library.
“Don’t worry so much,” he continued. “The place is locked up for the night. There’s absolutely no one in here but us two.”
Jenni bit her lip but looked back at Vince with wide and excited eyes. “You know that uppity old man who lives just off of Welder Street? He was loaded.”
Vince raised an eyebrow. “You stole from an elderly gentleman?”
Jenni scoffed. “There’s nothing gentlemanly about him. It was just karma getting him back for how horrible he’s been to other people in the neighborhood.”
Vince shook his head in disapproval, but the smile on his face showed that he still had a youthful respect for Jenni’s criminal instincts.
“I was thinking we could maybe share a little of the fortune,” said Jenni. “I could get us a nice dinner one of these nights.”
“That’s kind of you, Jenni, but I have everything I need now. Why don’t you go invest that money in something nice for yourself?”
“I suppose I could, but I wanted to be nice and repay you for letting me sleep in your library. Isn’t there anything that you want?”
Vince shook his head a second time and lowered his eyes back down to his books. “No, I’m perfectly fine. Speaking of sleep, it’s awfully late. You ought to sleep while you can, you know.”
Jenni smiled a little. “You’re right. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay, Vince?”
“Goodnight, Jenni.”
She headed for the back of the li
brary. Vince was always like that, acting like a grandfather. She didn’t mind though. With no family to rely on or even any that wanted to be associated with her anymore, Vince was all she had. He was her only friend and her only family now.
Jenni walked up a small set of stairs at the very back of the library to a nook with a collection of children’s books. Most of the books were no longer in any condition to be distributed by the library, so Vince had cut off the small play area from the rest of the building for Jenni to use as her own space.
She shed her hoodie and dropped it beside a pile of other blankets and old cushions that she used as bedding, and then addressed her hand.
Several small cuts marked her palm, as well as a larger gash across the center. She checked each abrasion for glass and then began the slow process of cleaning them all, with a bit of antiseptic that she’d stolen from the local grocery store on Main Street some time ago. Once cleaned, Jenni wrapped her hand in bandaging, which was also stolen, and then lay down on her bedding.
She wrapped herself up in one of the blankets and turned onto her side, staring at the book-covered wall. Although she wanted to sleep, her thoughts of money rolled over and over inside her head. There were so many possibilities with that much money--so many things that she could buy or do with it.
I could get a music player, she thought with excitement. I could have my own music to listen to whenever I wanted. I could even get a cheap bike with that much. It’d be so much easier than running around everywhere all the time.
Eventually Jenni’s thrilled thoughts melted into incoherent shapes and words, and before she could realize that she was exhausted, she fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.
*****
Jenni awoke feeling rejuvenated. She sat up in her makeshift bed and combed her fingers through her tangled brown hair. As she flexed her left hand, she winced and remembered the sacrifice she’d made the day before to carry those eight hundred dollars out of the house by Welder Street. Ah, yes...the eight hundred dollars. She smiled when she thought about it, and so she picked up her hoodie and pulled it back over her head before checking her pockets. The money was still there, untouched. After putting her shoes back on, Jenni stood up and started down the stairs then rounded around the lit “No Entry” sign marking her nook off from the rest of the library.
There were voices centered around Vince’s desk. Jenni checked the clock on the wall. It was very early in the morning. It wasn’t even close to opening time for the library, so she wondered who it was. She paused by a bookshelf, keeping quiet, and peeked around the corner.
Standing on the other side of Vince’s desk and speaking to him was a tall man with dark hair wearing a black t-shirt and worn jeans that clung to his hips in a sexy way. He was wearing dark sunglasses and she could see an intricate tattoo peaking from under the bottom of his left sleeve.. . He had a very muscular build and by his face, Jenni guessed that he was in his early to mid thirties. He’d just finished saying something to Vince, and the two of them chuckled like it was some sort of joke. The stranger paused and tilted his head just a little.
“You can come out here. I don’t bite,” he said.
Obviously speaking about Jenni, she sucked in a breath and walked around the bookshelf to approach the two men. How had he heard her? She was practically silent when sneaking. No one had ever been able to notice her before--not even Vince.
“How did you hear me?” Jenni wondered as she tried to read his face.
The man turned to look at her. He was about a head taller than she was. Jenni was short, so this wasn’t much of a surprise, but the look almost made her feel intimidated. He smiled.
“You weren’t that quiet,” he said.
Jenni frowned, but before she could retort, Vince spoke up.
“Jenni, this is Gavin. It seems that he’s looking for someone who is deft with their hands in lock picking and trickery.”
Jenni frowned in confusion, looking at the two of them several times. “Vince, you didn’t...”
“I didn’t say anything,” said Vince, indicating that he hadn’t sold her out.
“Well, that’s obviously not me,” Jenni said in a huffy manner, folding her arms across her chest and giving the one named Gavin a cold look. “You said I wasn’t very quiet.”
“You’d be quiet to anyone besides me,” Gavin clarified. “And you’re not in trouble. I need help with something.”
“Gavin is looking for someone who can get into some very high-security premises to track down a friend of his,” said Vince. “He came to me wondering if I knew someone. Because as you know, back in the day I had the quickest reflexes around. But now...”
Gavin didn’t take his eyes off of Jenni. “I need someone with fire and spunk. Someone headstrong and reckless. Practically an adrenaline junkie.”
Jenni didn’t know how to handle his deep stares. She couldn’t tell if he was checking her out or trying to identify her. Gavin carried an authoritative air that she was very familiar with in a negative way. He gave the vibe of being a policeman. But...he wasn’t, right?
“What do you do for work?” Jenni asked. “Might seem like an odd question, but I’m curious.”
Gavin took a hand out of his pocket and placed it on Vince’s desk to lean on. “I’m an illustrator.”
“That’s how we know each other,” said Vince. “I have a number of books with his art towards the back over here.”
“Right,” Jenni said slowly. She didn’t believe it, not with the aura that Gavin displayed.
“I’m really in need of someone,” Gavin confessed. “Vince may have hinted that you know a thing or two about breaking and entering.”
“Excuse me?” Jenni scowled at Vince who raised his arms innocently.
Gavin shrugged. “Maybe he didn’t quite use those exact words. I’ll pay you back for you help.”
“I don’t need your money,” Jenni retorted.
“Who said it had to be money?”
Jenni thought about it seriously. She didn’t trust Gavin at all. For all she knew, this guy could be some undercover cop. But if she refused, what did that make her look like? What if he took her rebuff as a sign that she had something to hide, and he really was a cop?
“...Fine,” Jenni finally muttered. “I’ll help you out, so long as you give me something really nice for it.”
Gavin smiled crookedly at this, and he pulled himself back into a straight stand, nodding. “You have a deal then. Shall we?”
“What? Now?” Jenni wondered. She still had to do something about that big wad of money in her pocket. Not only that, but her clothes had blood on them. She needed to change.
“Is something the matter?” he wondered with a raised brow.
Jenni looked at Vince for help, but he simply1 shrugged his shoulders. He wouldn’t be of any use to her right now. So Jenni shook her head.
“No, everything’s fine. Let’s go.”
Gavin smiled charmingly and led the way, walking out of the library front doors. Jenni followed slowly, shooting Vince a worried look, but he only gave her a reassuring nod. Whatever Vince was thinking, Jenni didn’t catch it.
“So what do you do, Jenni?” Gavin asked as he walked to a nice expensive-looking black car parked on the side of the curb and unlocked it.
“What do you mean what do I do?” Jenni wondered.
“I mean do you have a job? Do you have a home? Besides the library of course.”
“That’s not any of your business,” she snapped as she opened the other door and climbed in.
“I got it, I got it,” said Gavin after he’d sat down in the driver’s seat. He pressed the key into the ignition and started up the engine.
The car smelled new.. This raised even more suspicion in Jenni, but she didn’t comment on it.
“So where is this friend of yours located?” Jenni asked as Gavin drove onto the street.
“Well, it isn’t confirmed whether he’s actually within the premises of the building or no
t, but I have some pretty good leads. We’re headed to a place that may just give us some more solid evidence.”
“So, you could be sending me to my death with no potential reward,” Jenni guessed. “Haven’t you spoken to the police about this if you think he’s in trouble?”
“I have,” Gavin said shortly. “And I will reward you whether he’s in the right place or not.”
Jenni sighed. “You’re not really a book illustrator, are you?”
Gavin glanced at her before turning a corner. “What makes you say that?”
“In my opinion, a respectable illustrator doesn’t suddenly jump into an expensive car, pick up a street rat, and drive out to bail his mysterious friend out of a highly dangerous situation,” Jenni said candidly.
Gavin opened his mouth to argue, but he then changed his mind and laughed. “You got me. I’m not an illustrator.”
“I knew it. You work for the police, don’t you? Some kind of investigator or something.”
Gavin shrugged. “You can guess all you want.”
“But you won’t tell me flat out.”
“You wouldn’t tell me anything about yourself, so why should I tell you anything about myself?”
Jenni frowned and then dropped her head to the window with another sigh. “Great.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
Gavin shot her another look, only this one was more curious. “You just seem rather upset at the news.”
“I have my reasons,” Jenni said shortly.
“Got something to hide?”
Her mind immediately flew to the money in her pocket. “No.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about. You’re not in trouble.”
Gavin stopped outside a tall office building. “The place might be pretty tight-knit.”
Jenni opened the door. “I’ll be fine. I’m just a throwaway tool for you anyway.” She was about to get out, but Gavin’s hand whipped out and gripped her arm, tugging her back into the car. She gasped in shock as the door clicked closed again.