The Setup (The Dark Billionaire, #1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

was Jennifer's heart, not Aleksandra's.
    Would Bruce show the same kind of generosity and feel as excited if he knew who she really was?
    Would it make any difference for him to share these moments with the woman she actually was, instead of the woman he thought she was?
    Probably, Jennifer thought. 
    They went back home at the end of the afternoon, and had dinner earlier than the day before.
    “I have a surprise for you. Tonight, we are going out...” Bruce said with an air of mystery.
    “Where will you take me?”
    “We're going to see the opera La Cenerentola.”
    Jennifer had no idea what it was about.
    “Really? Well, I’m not dressed to go out...”
    “I know. I’ve sent a picture of you to my assistant and he brought the model I requested while we were outside.”
    Benny, Jennifer thought...
    “But... are you sure the size will be fine?” She asked skeptically. A mere picture couldn’t be accurate enough.
    “I asked him to take three different sizes to make sure you find the one that fits perfectly. They are waiting in your room.” Bruce said, giving her a wink.
    How thoughtful...
    “Can I see the picture you sent? I just want to make sure you sent a good one,” Jennifer said, giggling.
    In fact, she was now worried that Benny would recognize her in the picture. The last thing she wanted was to let everybody know at the office about her adventure. It would create such drama, and Bruce would be ridiculed because of her. Please, please, she silently prayed.
    Fortunately, the picture Bruce showed her didn't include her whole face; only her chin. Relieved, Jennifer took a deep breath, and told him she would go and try all three dresses right away.
    ***
    T he limousine stopped in front of a red carpet. A man in uniform opened the door to let Bruce and Jennifer get out of the long, luxurious black car. 
    He was wearing an elegant black tuxedo that emphasized his broad shoulders. Standing next to him, holding his arm, was Jennifer in a gorgeous, long deep blue evening dress. The two of them formed an outstanding couple.
    “Welcome, Mr. Wilson. This way please.” Another man in uniform came to greet Bruce and Jennifer, and led them to their seats, in a private box.
    “As you requested, Mr. Wilson. There won't be anyone to disturb you.”
    Bruce gave the man a hundred dollar bill as a tip, and nodded to let him know he could go. As they sat next to each other, Bruce looked at Jennifer.
    “Close your eyes” he said. Slowly, she closed her lids, not sure what he had in mind. Suddenly, she smelled a masculine, musky perfume next to her, and felt the delicious, soft lips of Bruce against her mouth.
    This simple touch was enough to give her goose bumps. Without opening her eyes, she opened her mouth to let him in with his tongue, and raised her hand to grab his head.
    As soon as his tongue was in her mouth, she felt a warm woman juice soaking the crotch of her underwear. Quietly, she moaned. Then, she lowered her hand from Bruce's head to the bulge in his pants. He was hard as a rock. She rubbed him gently, which made him breathe more heavily.
    He likes it .
    Encouraged by Bruce's reaction, she unzipped his pants and slipped her hand inside his underwear. She grabbed his huge shaft and felt his velvet skin in her delicate hand.
    Feeling Bruce's cock so hard while he was invading her mouth with his tongue made Jennifer horny as hell. She started to stroke him, and quickly felt the need to taste him.
    Suddenly, they were surrounded by darkness. The show was about to beginning. She pulled away from Bruce, and looked around.
    “Nobody's watching,” Bruce said. “I chose this box so we could be completely alone.”
    Jennifer used both her hands to hold Bruce's underwear and free his erection from his fly. His hard rod was now completely out, proudly standing in front of her eyes. She gasped. Her mouth was watering for a taste of that thick pole, and she instinctively started to wet her lips. She glanced at Bruce,