Billionaire Matchmaker Book Two: Undone (Billionaire BBW Erotic Romance) by Cordelia Baxter Page A

nervous."
    "You think?" I said, sarcastically.
    "Definitely," she replied, ignoring my sarcasm.
"You should go home and get ready. I'll stay here and close up
shop."
    "Thanks Allison. I don't know what I'd do without
you."
    "Probably run around like a chicken with its head cut
off."
    I stuck my tongue out at her as I grabbed my purse and
headed out the office.

Chapter Two
    I had gone out and gotten a dress especially for tonight. It
was a sexy red number that showed more skin than I normally wore, but tonight
was special. I was making my come-out on Jake Powers' arm. Though I wasn't his
typical lingerie model date, that wouldn’t stop me from looking smoking hot.
    Jake’s car came at 6pm sharp; it was the same driver as the
night of our Maine getaway. I still didn't know where I would meet him. Would
I have to walk down the red carpet alone? Was he going to wait for me at the
entrance? I wish I had asked Amanda when I had her on the phone, but now it
was too late. I didn't even bother asking the driver about Jake, since he
probably didn't know, and even if he did, he wouldn't tell me. I would just
have to get there and find out for myself.
    We pulled into the throng of cars outside the Westmount
Grand Ballroom. There were photographers everywhere flashing their cameras at
the celebrities, socialites and financial gurus that made up the guest list. I
was expecting Jake to meet me before the press line but when the door was
pulled open, he was nowhere in sight.
    “ So much for my grand entrance on Jake's arm ,” I
muttered under my breath. The long press line looked daunting and I was
terrified. I’d never gone to an event where there were press people present,
but there was no other way in the venue so I had to suck it up, square my
shoulders and plow ahead. Luckily, no one knew who I was so I didn't have to
stop to pose for any pictures; though it pricked my pride a bit.
    My annoyance with Jake was growing by the second. A part of
me tried to make excuses. Maybe he was stuck in Philly or he got held up by
a meeting ? Every moment that he didn't show up, slowly killed that part of
me. There was no reason he couldn't call me. He was the one who invited me and
asked me to bid on him, and now he left me standing alone fending for myself.
    I snagged a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and
gulped it down, needing something to do to calm my nerves. I didn’t know anyone
here and was left stranded standing by myself, eyeing the door for the first
sight of Jake. It felt pathetic and humiliating. I turned to my right to grab
another flute of champagne from another waiter when my eyes caught a familiar
form with his back facing me.
    I knew it was Jake from the way he stood with his hand
casually in his pocket. He always looked so leisurely and dashing. My breath
caught in my throat at how gorgeous he was even from the back, and I
momentarily forgot my annoyance with him.
    It came rushing back in full force when I saw who he was
talking to. He stood with a gorgeous blonde who looked up at him with adoring
eyes. She smiled at something he said and then reached up and placed her hand
on his chest as she leaned in to whisper something in his ear.
    I felt a surge of jealousy flow through me, the blood
rushing to my ears causing a pounding sensation. How dare she put her hands
on my man! I took another swig of champagne before marching over towards
them.
    Jake turned around before I reached him as if sensing my
presence. He looked at me with one eyebrow raised and a smug smile on his face.
I had a sudden overwhelming urge to wipe that look off his face, but exerted a
monumental effort to reign in my emotions. Now was not the place or time to
cause a scene. I plastered on a tight smile and greeted him coolly.
    "Hello, I see you've made it here already," I
said.
    "As you see," he replied. I waited for him to say
more, to apologize or explain himself, but he just stood there looking at me
with a bland expression. He was smiling, but