CHAPTER ONE

Vicki Thompson’s stomach fluttered with nervous tension as she waited next to her limousine, watching billionaire Davidson Kenner’s private jet taxi down the runway.

Tonight would be one of the most challenging of her entire life. Even so, she shouldn’t be nervous, and she was annoyed at her how uneasy she’d been all night. She’d had over two years’ worth of training by Mirage Confidential Limo Service in how to serve the powerful and the rich, not to mention the ridiculously famous. Why should she be nervous tonight of all nights? She could drive through New York blindfolded. She was polite, discrete, attractive, young…and she knew she looked dead-sexy in her limo driver uniform. If she did a good job, Mr. Kenner would likely sign off on his bill with a huge tip for her.

So why was she edgy? Simple. Davidson Kenner was the hottest billionaire Vicki had ever seen. He had piercing ice-blue eyes, movie-star looks, and a body that—when she’d once seen tabloid photos of him on the beach—had made her knees weak. Tight muscle packed onto perfect proportions and washboard abs. In the picture, he’d been wearing swim trunks and walking out of the waves, so the suit had been clinging to him. Good lord, he’d had a sizable package too. She’d been so turned on while waiting in the grocery store line that she’d had to look away from the front-page photo fast. She’d felt her nipples tightening against her bra cups and her pussy starting that warm ache of sexual need that had her wet and yearning for a hard cock to set her right. And a grocery store checkout wasn’t really the place to be feeling that way.

She’d bought the tabloid magazine, of course. Then, safely home, she’d hurried into the bedroom of her small apartment, pushed up her skirt, yanked down her panties, and finger-fucked herself until she came hard. The whole time she’d fantasized about Davidson Kenner walking out of the ocean, moving gracefully to her, and then bending her over a beach chair and fucking her until she was shuddering with pleasure. That had been one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever given herself…but self-gratification never compared to the real thing. And now she was waiting for the real thing.

The real thing would be in the back of her limo all night, and she’d be waiting on his orders. Heaven help her.

The private jet finished taxing into position. The ground crew moved the motorized stairs into place below the door. Vicki’s heart began to beat harder. She glanced herself over again, double-checking her presentation. The uniform that Mirage Confidential drivers had to wear was very well cut, black with long sleeves, dark gray gloves, a jaunty cap, and slacks that complimented her bold curves. Black leather boots that came to mid-calve. She was curvy, not skinny like a supermodel, but she had good proportions, so she often got compliments from her clients on her appearance, from both males and sometimes even females. The key was self-confidence. That was what made a woman beautiful, and Vicki was confident enough to show it.

Usually.

But as soon as Davidson Kenner stepped through the airplane door and began to walk down the stairs, all her confidence vanished in a puff of smoke. Damn, he was so attractive it almost hurt to look at him. It hurt because she didn’t want him to read her desire in her eyes, and that meant battling her own desires to keep them hidden.

Worst of all, Mr. Kenner was one of the Big Apple paranormal ultra-wealthy—a werewolf billionaire, in fact. He’d been part of the big paranormal world-reveal that had brought all the supernatural creatures into human society peacefully. Vicki was human. If she got all wet and hot for him, his sensitive werewolf nose would scent her out right away. He’d know the sight of him made her want to lie down and spread her legs for his hard cock. Oh God, don’t think about his cock…

Davidson Kenner had reached the bottom of the stairs and spotted her. When his blue eyes found hers, it took all her strength to stay professional and not melt into a warm puddle at his feet. He smiled and started toward her. She smiled back, years of training giving her a bright, friendly smile no matter what kind of inner turmoil she was experiencing.

Another man walked alongside Kenner as if he were an equal. He was big, dressed in a good suit—not as nice as Kenner’s, but still high quality—with shoulders she bet they could land an airplane on. He was heavily muscled and had a shaved head. As handsome and friendly as Kenner was, this man appeared serious and focused as he scanned around the night-dark private airport runway that was used exclusively for VIPs. He must be the bodyguard…though she wasn’t sure. In her experience, bodyguards generally didn’t walk right beside the people they guarded.

Her attention returned to Davidson Kenner as he closed in on her. She stood perfectly straight, shoulders back, chest out as she’d been trained. She couldn’t help but bite her lip when Kenner’s gaze trailed from hers down to her chest and the rest of her body as if he owned her. It was such an alpha male thing to do, but she wasn’t annoyed. When he met her gaze again, she would’ve sworn she recognized the heat of desire in his eyes. It was a decadent and intense consideration, and his smile told her he liked what he saw. Her heart was about to beat its way out of her chest, she was so…so…what? Excited? Terrified? Turned on? All of the above? Davidson Kenner was even sexier in person, something that probably should’ve been illegal in all fifty states.

She’d always heard that sex with shifters was supposed to be life-changing. Nobody fucked better, according to Vicki’s best friend Samantha. Vicki had never indulged, even though she’d had offers, and she routinely drove werewolves around the city. She had nothing against shifters, and God knew she was tense enough these days that she could use an orgasm to leave her poleaxed into relaxation, but she’d never gone through with it. She wouldn’t be fired for any dalliance with a client as long as she was discreet and it was her choice. Mirage Confidential Limo Service specialized in catering to the unique needs of the rich, powerful, and famous paranormal clientele, and as long as everyone went home happy…

So why hadn’t she indulged? Because she liked to play it safe. Safe driving. Safe with the clients. Sure, she might be passing up mind-blowing sex, but then again, it kept things simple. Uncomplicated. She loved simple and safe. Her whole life had been that way.

Safe. And boring.

Davidson Kenner had reached the limo. She opened the door for him and bowed slightly. “Welcome, Mr. Kenner.”

He dropped his blue-eyed gaze to the embossed nametag on her uniform, then flashed her a brilliant smile that made her feel like the center of the universe for a wonderful few seconds.