Billionaire Misery by Lexy Timms

anymore.” Craig shook his head while Jessie figured she had a pretty good idea that she could shock the shit out of him still. Craig continued, “Wait till you hear the plan. Blake Wilkes is having a fucking gala tomorrow night. Katie suggested we all get all dressed up and just waltz right into it. She said nobody would question her right to be there, and if we were there as her guests, well...even better.”
    “Wow.” They couldn’t be seriously considering it, could they?
    He nodded. “Yeah, it’s one hell of a plan.”
    “I don’t know. There’re so many variables we can’t control. There’re bound to be men there who we can’t afford to tangle with, and what if Wilkes has bodyguards who know about Katie, what if the cops he pays are waiting for her, or us? Shit! It might be our only chance.” Her mind raced, discarding and seizing on one scenario after another.
    “I think we just have to risk it.”
    She nodded and sighed. “Me too.”
    Craig held up the bottle of wine. “Cheers to crazy.”
    Jessie accepted the wine and drank directly from it as well. “I think we’re going to need another bottle of wine.”
    “Why?”
    “I’m guessing we need to go shopping. You don’t own a tux, do you?” What the hell was she going to wear to a billionaire’s house?
    Protection.
    She was going to need a whole lot of it if she wanted to get out of there alive.

CHAPTER 6
    S he should have gone shopping with Katie. Morgan and Craig went to rent tuxes or buy them, Jessie had no idea. She hit a shop with the money she had from Nate. The red flowing gown she bought was off the rack. The shocked store clerk muttered something about how a size four with large breasts and small hips didn’t exist naturally. Jessie had paid the bill and didn’t bother to say everything she had was real, nothing synthetic.
    She stood in front of the mirror, in the red dress with the high slit. It showed a lot of leg, but not enough to hide the garter holding her gun, which sat tucked neatly inside her thigh. Her raven hair was up in a classic twist. The tattoo on her arm was the only hint of non-conformity to the rich life.
    Craig opened the bedroom door and whistled. “Damn, woman.”
    She turned and stared at him. He wore a black tux and slipped his jacket on as his gaze moved down and then slowly back up her. She smiled. “Damn, yourself.” The tux made him look bigger, like he was more buff. “You clean up nice.”
    He nodded curtly and checked his watch. “We need to go.”
    She stared at him, his nervousness clearly apparent. She didn’t feel the same nervous energy as him. She’d been undercover, and this was just one more job in a sense. There was a lot more riding on this one, but every time she went undercover there seemed to be more pressure. She just had more experience hiding it.
    They were all nervous when they met up later on a secluded little side street. Jessie and Craig had walked to where they would meet Morgan and Katie.
    Jessie shivered and got into the back of the car, and they headed out. She stared at the back of Morgan’s neck and tried to think of a single thing to say to either of them, but found she couldn’t. She didn’t know Katie very well, and she knew Morgan even less well. The silence was tense and thick, and she tried to sit back, but as soon as Craig’s body hit hers she felt a blush of passion and immediately jerked away.
    Craig was a sexy distraction, but a distraction nonetheless, and any distraction could get all of them killed. She needed to focus. Tonight was going to change everything for all of them somehow. She wasn’t nervous, but she needed to focus and be prepared.
    The impatience that had been slowly simmering the past few weeks burst into a full boil as the car slid through the city, headed for the mansion in which Wilkes lived. What would they find in that safe? Was Craig wrong about what was in there? Had he been right, and could Blake have moved that stuff