The Billionaires Mistress (6 page)

The next morning she had moved into the kitchen, leaving her crutches behind, finding her foot nearly back to normal. In the kitchen, she had been surprised to see Ryan sitting drinking coffee, seeing the look on his face.

“OK miss, where are they?”

He had said in a disapproving tone, as she had breezed back.

“My foot is a lot better thank you Ryan........and as of tomorrow it will be a week and I can finally leave you in peace”.

She had seen as Ryan’s lips had twitched.

“Really?”

He had questioned softly.

“So.........you aren’t planning on starring in Tom’s video?”

Jenna had dropped into the chair, groaning softly.

“God I forgot about that” she had mumbled, her tone pained.

“But I can move back to my hotel........do the video and then go on to Florida a couple of days later”.

Ryan had chuckled.

“Yes because the Paparazzi will leave you alone now, once they find out that you are going to be the star in his video”.

Jenna had looked at Ryan, her expression one of dumbfound disbelief.

“Godddd...I hadn’t thought of that” she had cried, letting her head fall into her arms.

“They are going to hound me” she had moaned, her voice muffled, as he had nodded.

“Yep you are going to be one popular lady”, laughing again hearing her groan once more.

“No........I think that the best thing for you to do Jenna is to stay here”.

With that she had raised her head, her face beseeching.

“Ryan.....you have put up with me long enough......I can’t stay here any longer”.

She had seen as he had shaken his head.

“Jenna, a few more days will not kill any of us...........and beside from what I heard you did kind of save the day”, smiling impishly at her, “again”.

Sighing in defeat Jenna had moved to make herself some tea.

“So when is the video shoot?”

She had said her voice resigned.

“I forgot to ask”.

Ryan had smiled again.

“Next Friday” he had said softly, seeing as she had frozen with disbelief.

“But....but that is over a week away...........I thought that it was in a couple of days”.

Pushing his chair back, he had given her a sympathetic look.

“Nope...........seems we Trudeau’s are destined to play havoc with your round the world plans”.

He had laughed, seeing as she had nodded dismally.

“Yes, seems I will have to suffer in the lap of luxury for yet another week”.

She had chuckled back, her face full of mock hurt.

“How will I manage?”

Ryan had watched her, a contemplative look on his face, before he had said slowly.

“I am glad your foot is getting better...........and I think I might have a way to get the press of your back”.

Jenna had looked over at him, her face questioning.

“How?” she had asked.

“There is a ball on Wednesday, and you could be my date. If the press see you with me...then they will assume that your interest is not with Tom...but with his older brother...moi”.

Jenna had given a small half laugh, ducking quickly into the fridge for milk so that he would not see the strange expression on her face.

“Sounds like it would work”.

She had said, her voice shaking slightly.

“Except for one thing........I know that you most likely hear this a lot..........but I honestly do not have a thing to wear”.

She had heard the laugh behind her, as Ryan had nodded.

“Yep, I have heard that line a couple of times”.

He had mocked, before looking her up and down, seeing the flushed look on her lovely features.

“However, I know somebody who can fix that”.

Pulling out his phone he had punched in a few numbers before talking to somebody over the phone. As she had listened in disbelief, she had heard him arrange for somebody to come to the house the following day to fit her out for a dress.

“Ryan, I ...I can’t let you do that”.

She had said uncomfortably, only imagining how expensive such a dress would be. However, he had waved her comment away, smiling softly.

“It is about time that you got to have some fun Jenna, you have done so much for us........it is only a small thing so you can’t stop me”.

Despite her continued protestation, he had moved to the lift, picking up his briefcase, smiling that wonderful smile of his as he had wished her a good day before disappearing into it.

The following day Pierre Laront had appeared at the penthouse, Jenna totally shell-shocked that the famous designer himself had come to fit her for a dress. He had looked over Jenna, raising his finger as she had tried to tell him how much she loved his clothes, although she noted a small smile had appeared on his face. Going silent, she had done as she was directed, turning when he requested it and raising her arms when told to. Finally as though he had all the information he needed, he had stood back.

“Bien!”

He had cried, “yes you will look glorious in one of my creations”.

He had then stood back and snapped his finger, his assistant opening a large trunk they had brought with them.

“The blue dress” he had barked out, his assistant quickly producing the most wonderful dress Jenna had ever seen.

“Please put it on”.

He had said, Jenna wordlessly moving to her room to put on the wonderful cocktail dress. It had fitted her perfectly, showing her curves off to their best as it had pulled her cleavage up making Jenna blush with just how sensual she looked.

As she had moved out to Pierre and his assistant, he had clasped his hands to his chest, smiling widely.

“Yes...yes.....it compliments your colouring perfectly......as I knew it would”. Snapping his fingers once more he had demanded shoes. His assistant quickly handing over a fragile looking set of heels.

Jenna had slipped them on, wincing slightly as she had put on the shoe with her bad ankle, grimacing before she had looked at Pierre questioningly.

“How did you know my size and shoe size?” she had asked in surprise. He had smiled.

“Mr Trudeau informed me, he has a talent for telling a ladies size “.

Jenna had given a weak smile.

“Of course he does” she had finally managed, before hanging up the wonderful dress.

For the next few days Jenna had felt the excitement rising within her, not at the thought of the video but at the ball with Ryan, the thought of spending so much time alone with him filling her with so much expectancy. When the day had finally arrived, she had been surprised to find that Ryan had organised for her to be pampered at one of the best boutiques in the city, before having her hair set in one of the most exclusive salons.

She had not seen him during the day, only hearing him calling quickly out to her the time they were expected to leave, as he had moved from the elevator to his room, Jenna in hers fixing her makeup.

As she had again slipped on the dress she had looked at herself in the mirror, whistling softly before giving a wide smile and sticking her tongue out.

Moving into the main living area, she had moved smoothly, her foot now fully recovered. Ryan Trudeau had stood waiting for her, his phone in his hand as he had checked some messages. Jenna had swallowed the small groan seeing him in his tuxedo the darkness of the suit highlighting his own dark good looks.

Hearing her footsteps, he had glanced up, his whole body freezing in stunned surprise as he had stared at Jenna as she moved so gracefully towards him.

Jenna had paused, frowning softly as she had looked down at herself, wondering what was wrong.

“Is everything OK?” she had asked, her voice full of confusion, as he had seemed to come around his voice husky.

“Fine.......everything is fine” before he had slowly looked at her from her head to her toe, seeing the way her hair had been bundled so gracefully onto her head, elongating her already perfect figure, the dress showing every wonderful curve of her body.

“You...you look amazing”.

He had managed finally, almost shaking himself.

Jenna had given one of her large grins, Ryan feeling a strange heat filling him as she had moved alongside him.

“Well thank you kind sir”.

She had quipped “You don’t look so bad yourself”.

With a smile, Ryan had gallantly taken her arm producing from a small table nearby a red rose which he had given to her.

“We need the right props for our friends in the press” he had chuckled, as she had bowed her head, accepting it.

“Ah yes” she had mocked.

“Set the scene” her eyes twinkling up at him.

As they had moved from the apartment block to the waiting limousine, Jenna had heard the snapping of cameras and the confused sound of the paparazzi all talking quickly to each other, surprised to see her on the arms of Ryan Trudeau and not the star Tom Trudeau. Ryan had given Jenna a conspiratorial wink as he had opened the door for her, allowing her to slide into the luxurious car.

“Am I a genius or what?” he had chuckled, seeing as she had nodded at him.

“Yep...it is official......call Mensa now”.

She had mocked him back, hearing as he had laughed with her, the two so comfortable with the other.

That night had been wonderful. Jenna had been stunned to find herself at a celebrity gala event, grabbing Ryan’s arm on several occasions as she had whispered in awe the names of many celebrities that she had been introduced to, her face lighting up with her enjoyment of the evening. The meal had been fantastic and the wine had flowed freely, Jenna having more than her usual share, finding herself becoming very relaxed.

As the music had began, Ryan had taken her hand leading her to the dance floor, his arms moving to hold her to him, as she had hooked her arm around his shoulder, holding on to the top of his arm, her cheek resting on his shoulder as she had sighed softly.

“This is the most wonderful night of my life”.

She had finally spoke, her voice so full of happiness, her body enjoying being so close to him, so aware of the way he had swayed with her as they had melded into the other.

Giving a small noise of contentment, he had smiled against her hair.

“Yeah......it is pretty good” he had responded, his voice soft.

She had enjoyed herself tremendously, and Ryan had marvelled at the way she seemed to be able to quickly relax and mix with the many different people at the party, seeing the way that others had instantly taken to her, this making him feel pleased for some inexplicable reason.

Finally it was time to leave, and with a last sigh, she had moved with him to where fleets of limousines were waiting to whisk away the many guests and celebrities. Seeing the press once more Ryan had given her an impish look.

“OK now to put the icing on the cake as far as you and Tom are concerned” he had chuckled.

“Just play along”, Jenna looking at him with surprise.

“What .........” she had began, before Ryan had bent his head, his mouth closing over hers in a soft kiss.

Jenna had felt her whole body explode with the yearnings for him, as with a soft moan she had kissed him back. She had felt the surprise from him, before his hand had snaked around her waist, his other hand moving to the back of her head, the kiss deepening, as the two had forgot where they were. It was only the blinding light of several cameras from the multitude of paparazzi that had pushed their way forward for the picture that would once more see Tom Trudeau a single man again that had caused the two to pull apart, Jenna seeing that his breathing was as ragged as hers.