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The driver nodded and then closed the window between the front and back of the limo.<br />
“Hello,” Pierre said, facing me now, grinning and a little ushed. “That went well, I<br />
think.”<br />
“I … yes, it did,” I stammered, while playing with the folds of my dress. It truly was<br />
the prettiest piece of clothing I’d ever worn, let alone seen.<br />
“So. Do you accept the Step?”<br />
I was still wrapping my mind around the fact that the Bayou Billionaire was a<br />
participant in S.E.C.R.E.T. I ashed back to the opening night of Halo, the time I saw<br />
him chatting with Kay Ladoucer in the lobby. I reddened slightly, remembering that<br />
distinguished British man and the things he did with his hands. Was Pierre participating<br />
in a fantasy that night too?<br />
“Cassie, the rules say this is the last time I get to ask: do you accept the Step?”<br />
I waited a beat, then nodded.<br />
His kiss came at me so quickly, it took me several seconds to catch up. When I did, I<br />
had no problem matching his ardor. He pulled me on top of him, kissing my clavicle, my<br />
shoulders, my neck, his arms completely wrapped around me. Then through the limo<br />
window, I caught the briefest glimpse of Tracina holding hands with the D.A. What? No!<br />
“Is that Carruthers Johnstone?” I asked Pierre, breathless.<br />
Pierre turned just as the giant man scooped Tracina up and placed her on the trunk of<br />
a car, kissing her deeply.<br />
“Yes. Bit of a ladies’ man, I’m afraid.”<br />
“Oh, poor Will,” I muttered.<br />
“Cassie.” Pierre cupped my chin, making me stare directly into the greenest, most<br />
mischievous eyes I’d ever seen. “I’m right here. We have to get you out of this dress.<br />
Right now.”<br />
I couldn’t, wouldn’t think about Will right now. Not while I was in the back of a limo<br />
with one of the sexiest men in the city.<br />
“What about the driver?”<br />
“One-way glass. We can see him, but he can’t see us. No one can.”<br />
With that, he reached around me and I felt the delicate zipper of my dress snake down<br />
my back, the bodice peeling away from me, leaving me surrounded by pink crinoline<br />
and sateen, a cupcake melting in his lap. He began to sort through the folds, grabbing a<br />
lush handful of fabric and lifting the whole garment over my head. My tiara caught in<br />
the folds, ripping my chignon loose, so by the time he got the dress fully off and tossed it<br />
to the other side of the limo, I was a ushed mess, wearing only a lacy strapless bra, a<br />
silk thong and my sparkling heels, my hair cascading down around my bare shoulders.<br />
“Unbelievable,” he said, pressing me back into the seat opposite him. “I want to see all<br />
of you. Take the rest off, Cassie.”<br />
I was emboldened by the auction, the dance, the champagne, the privacy of this fastmoving<br />
limo, and his obvious attraction, and so I did. I slowly unfastened my bra and<br />
let it drop to the oor. Then, I hooked one nger under the band of my thong and eased<br />
it down to my ankles, and icked it o with a toss of my foot. Then I pushed back into<br />
the plush seat and opened my legs to him, heels still on. What had become of the shy