One Woman, 50 Billionaires

By Arwen Rich

The sexy young Cassie is surrounded by some of the world's most wealthy, powerful men  – and they all want her!

While bartending a cruise-ship party for the ultra-rich, she suddenly finds herself the prize of a heated bidding war, with a crowd of billionaires competing for her. 

 

But everyone's a winner, because the entire horde of horny billionaires are about to have their way with her, leaving her a gasping, quivering mess...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arwen Rich
• Release date: Jul 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781501433757

Arwen Rich

Arwen loves to pen her hottest fantasies. Though best known for her paranormal romance shorts featuring curvy women and alpha shapeshifters, she is currently writing erotica: primarily impregnation and group sex. Arwen aims to satisfy, and hopes you enjoy her stories!

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One Woman, 50 Billionaires

I must have looked better than I'd realized. Yet another huge tip, thrown down on the bar like it was nothing, as the man ordered the most expensive cocktail on the menu. And I guess to these guys, a hundred here or there was nothing. They were billionaires, after all.

And this particular one was pretty sexy. He smiled and winked at me as I handed him his cocktail. With his dark suit and thin red tie, he looked like someone in a fashion magazine. His bright blue eyes gazed into mine for a moment before he spoke.

You look lovely this evening, he said. My heart nearly melted at his British accent. I think he noticed my eyes widening, because he grinned at me.

Thanks, I said, smiling back at him. You're looking pretty good yourself. I had to play into the flirting a little bit – it meant more tips. Besides, he was damn attractive. Why not?

I'd love to buy you after your shift, he said.

What? I said. "Did you just say you would like to buy me?"

Sorry, he laughed. I meant buy you a drink. He gestured to his cocktail and took a sip. I grinned despite myself – the cocky bastard! – and found myself nodding.

Maybe you can, I told him.

I'll see you later then, he said, and then turned back to the party.

I didn't have a chance to talk to any more patrons for a while after that. My end of the bar was swamped. For some reason, all the men were swarming to me for drinks. The other bartender glared at me from the other end of the bar, as if I was somehow stealing her business. All I could do was shrug. I had no idea why they were all