Page 5 of Billionaire In Vegas

He smiled and shook my hand. “You better head on up. He’s going to wonder what’s taking so long.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right. Well, wish me luck. Hopefully, I won’t be too much of a sweaty mess when I get there.”

He shrugged. “Trust me, Mr. Foster either won’t notice or won’t care.”

“He’s a pretty laissez-faire type of boss?” I asked hopefully.

“Mr. Foster’s a character.”

I wanted to ask more, but I needed to get a move on so I waved my goodbye to Pete and started up the path to the estate. And it was then that I saw that the ground wasn’t flat at all. It was hilly.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I said out loud as I made my way up the first hill, huffing and puffing as I went. I knew I should have been impressed by the beauty around me; the immaculately kept lawn, the overhanging trees along the path that must have been hundreds of years old, the gardens that begged to be on the cover of a gardening magazine.

But I was miserable. The flowers aggravated my allergies and made my nose run. My eyes were watering and I couldn’t stop sneezing. My calves were on fire and I felt sweat running down my thighs. My granny panties were uncomfortably tugging in weird places and I hazarded a look behind me just to be sure no one was watching as I reached under my skirt and attempted to tug them back into place. And it was then that I heard the laugh.

Startled, I looked to where it had come from and saw a man standing there with a smug smile on his face.

I could feel myself blushing as I opened my mouth to explain myself, but then I promptly closed it as the man grew nearer. I immediately took a step back. I recognized him and if the stupid smile on his face was any indication, he clearly recognized me.

“Please tell me you’re not Mr. Foster.”

He smiled widely at me. “Hate to disappoint you, but I am.”