Menage With a Billionaire by Sheila Rose Page A

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                  Lisa brushed out the long sable waves of hair that curled down past her breasts, and then pinned them up on top of her head. She smiled at herself in the mirror, a reminder to treat herself kindly. She would get through this little hiccup of her financial burdens, and come out on the other side victorious. She had already accomplished so much, she knew she would conquer this too.
                  She unbuttoned her blouse and shimmied out of her skirt, tossing the clothes in the laundry basket before stepping into the bath.
                  The hot foamy water was a balm to her tired muscles, and the scents of citrus lifted her spirits immediately. For a moment, she just closed her eyes and relaxed, sipping her glass of wine and savoring the bursts of flavor on her tongue.
                  She felt that aching need between her legs, thinking how nice an orgasm would be right about now. If only she had a nice man to give her one. That was what she really needed, she thought in amusement, a long night of uninhibited pleasure with a delectable man. Unfortunately, nobody she knew at the moment fit that description, so Lisa would have to settle for her vibrator tonight.
                  Once she finished her wine, Lisa took hold of the classifieds, flipping to the job section. It was always hit or miss with these things, but Lisa figured she may as well try.
                  After scanning through several ads that didn’t sound very appealing, Lisa paused on one that did. It was an open position for a server at a well-known catering company. It was a night job, which would suit her perfectly, and from what she knew of the company, they had a good reputation.
                  The only requirements were the ability to carry a tray, and natural grace and elegance. Lisa thought she had those traits in spades, and though she’d never waitressed before, she didn’t think it would be too difficult to carry a tray.
                  As an added bonus, she imagined all the handsome men that would be at the type of events she catered for. Much better than meeting men on internet dating sites, she mused.
                  There was an email address and instructions on how to apply at the bottom of the ad, and Lisa decided she didn’t want to wait.
                  With a renewed sense of determination, she stepped from the bath feeling much better about her future. Sheathing herself in a silk robe, she carried the paper to her study and settled in.
                  It was time to work on her resume.
     
     
     
     
     
    Part Two
    Jeff
     
                  Jeff Pennington sat out on his back Veranda, inhaling the fresh morning air as he sipped from his steaming cup of coffee. Beside him, his wife Claire sipped her own morning tea, digging into a grapefruit. It was quiet, save for the soft lapping of the waves against the dock below.
                  As he stared out at the rippling blue water, it calmed him, just as it always did. The view from his mansion was one that couldn’t be beat, the rolling hill before him dipping into his own private lake. There were a set of stone stairs leading down to his vast expansion of land, and Jeff often reminded himself that he needed to take the time to appreciate it.
                  The scent of crisp pine filled the air, and Jeff closed his eyes to inhale it. This was his own little piece of paradise, and yet, he couldn’t help feel that something was missing.
                  He lived a life of luxury, so he had no right to complain. He was a Billionaire, with more money than he even knew what to do with sometimes. He’d conquered the business world long ago, and attained everything that he ever wanted to go with it, including the trophy wife. Claire was stunningly beautiful with her long blonde hair and pale blue