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low rumble of
the engine.
    “Who's the best of the best now?” he said to
himself in the rearview mirror and then sped away.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Five
    The Next Day…
     
    Braxton watched from a safe distance as Mr.
Legard opened his front door and looked down at the stoop. He
frowned at the wooden box and then bent to pick it up. Turning it
over in his hands, he looked for a label.
    Curiosity getting the better of him, he
pulled off the lid and peeked inside. His eyes grew larger,
rounder. His eyebrows rose high on his wrinkled forehead. He pulled
the bottle from its resting place, and his jaw dropped open
slightly. Then his gaze jerked up, and he looked around the street
suspiciously before backing into his house and closing the front
door.
    Brax pulled out his cell phone and sent a
text message to Zeus.
     
    Done.
     
    The End

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Chapter One
     
    From: [email protected]
    To: [email protected]
    Subject: The Bet
     
    Blush By Incognito
     
    You have 7 days.
     
    Christopher Pillow glanced down at the
digital readout on his watch. Eight-forty five. In roughly one day
he would either be pulling off the biggest heist in the history of
Milan Fashion Week, or he would be stuck in some Milanese jail.
    He looked around the tiny club. The place was
so small it barely boasted a dance floor at all. That didn’t keep
the semi-drunk and horny men and women from flinging their bodies
to the music. Any other time he’d be out there, too, rubbing up
against those models until he found a willing partner to go home
with.
    From his perch at the end of the bar he could
see everyone as they walked in. He needed to stop looking at the
gyrating bodies and concentrate on why he was here. Alessia
Dommine. The one woman with what he needed.
    Five minutes of nursing that damned ginger
ale before his waiting paid off. A group of stick thin models
walked in and on their heels was the woman he’d been looking for.
She was a knock out. Full lips, a pert nose, and her genuine smile
charmed him. Her thin gold shirt showcased a nice set of rounded
breasts and a slender waist.
    She laughed at something one of the
hopelessly thin women said then threw her honey-kissed hair over
her shoulder. Oh yes. He was definitely going to enjoy the next
twenty-four hours.
    Christopher signaled to the bartender. “One
glass of your best champagne to the young woman in the gold top at
that table.”
    “I’m sorry, sir, our best champagne only
comes by the bottle.” The snooty man turned up his nose.
    Christopher grinned and handed over several
thousand-dollar bills. “Send her a bottle then.” He could afford
it. Hell, it’d probably surprise that bastard to find out just what
he could afford.
    The bartender hurried off. If he pulled this
off it would be worth a hundred times the cost of that bottle. One
bet. One week. And one chance to be the best. And he was the
best.
    A waiter left the bar with a large bottle and
headed to the table of giggling women. When the man set the bottle
down, Alessia tried to wave him off. The waiter paid her no
attention and set down seven flutes then pointed at him.
Christopher lifted his hand in a tiny salute. He smiled at the wary
look on her face.
    Her friends held none of her reserve. They
popped the bottle open and poured. She reluctantly accepted a flute
and raised a toast to him. The movement caused her shirt to stretch
wide across her breasts. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric
of her shirt. Is she wearing a bra? He doubted it, and his
cock hardened at the thought.
    Christopher downed the rest of his drink,
then turned and stood. He made his way to her