The Billionaire's First Christmas - Contemporary Romance Read Online Free

one who bought you for the
day.”
     
    “Don’t I get to know your
name?”
     
    “Not just yet,” he said. I wondered
what all the mystery was about. “I have my chauffeur on his way to
your apartment. He’ll be dropping off a costume for you
soon.”
     
    Oh great, a kinky
one , I thought. But then he went on to say,
‘He will also have a car full of presents which you will drop off,
in costume at the local orphanages and elder care homes. The driver
will know where to take you and the presents are wrapped, but
marked with the appropriate place to drop them off.”
     
    “That sounds like fun!” I said, “I
love Christmas!”
     
    He didn’t respond to that. Instead, he
said, “When you finish that task, you’ll be contacted again with
further instructions.”
     
    “Sounds like a plan!” I told him,
excitedly. I was looking forward to the day, and hopefully to
finally meeting him later on. He must be a really generous man to
hand out presents all over town, and I just couldn’t get that voice
out of my head. As I was pondering it all, my doorbell rang. I
opened the door to an older man in a chauffer’s uniform, holding a
box.
     
    “Miss Hurst?”
     
    “Yes,” I told him. “But please call me
Robyn.”
     
    He smiled slightly and said, “I’m
Jeffrey. This box has the costume for you to wear and I’ll be
downstairs waiting with the car when you’re ready.”
     
    “Okay… hey Jeffrey, who sent the
costume?”
     
    This time he smiled outright and said,
“That’s not for me to say, Miss.” He tipped his hat at me and
turned and left. I shook my head and carried the box inside. I sat
it down on the couch and pulled off the ribbon that held it
together. When I slipped off the lid I was surprised to find a
green and red elf costume inside. It was a green, sparkly dress
that came to about mid-thigh with red fur trim around the neckline
and sleeves. There were slippers with pointed toes and silver bells
attached to them and even a hat to match the dress with pointed
ears sewn on. I was ecstatic! I loved stuff like this. This was
what Christmas was about.
     
    I got ready as quickly as I could;
knowing Jeffrey was waiting for me. When I finished dressing I
looked in the mirror to see the perfect reflection of an elf. I was
tickled and looking forward to this a lot. I grabbed my bag and
keys and headed down to meet Jeffrey. He was standing next to the
car and when he saw me, an amused expression lit up his face. He
opened the back door of the giant limousine for me and as I slid in
on the supple leather seat he said, “You look fabulous,
Miss.”
     
    “Why thank you, Jeffrey. I feel
fabulous.”
     
    He closed the door and went around to
his side. There was a partition between us that I assumed was for
privacy, but I didn’t need any and the car was so big, I felt
lonely in the back all alone. I tapped on the window and Jeffrey
lowered it a few inches.
     
    “Did you need something,
Miss?”
     
    “It’s just lonely back here, Jeffrey.
Can we leave the partition down?” He smiled and lowered it the rest
of the way. That felt better to me, I could breathe, and Jeffrey
and I could talk.
     
    The first place we stopped was a home
ran by social services where kids who came into the system were
sent while they awaited a spot at a foster home, or court with mom
and dad, or adoption. It was a large, three story Victorian home
that had been converted. Jeffrey told me they knew we were coming
and should be ready for us. I knocked and was let in by a plump
middle aged woman whose red dress and dark red cheeks reminded me
of Mrs. Claus. She introduced herself as the “headmistress” of the
house, Mrs. Grover. She led me and Jeffrey who was carrying a large
sack and an armload of packages behind me into a big open room with
a Christmas tree in the center and about twenty small children
gathered around it in a circle.
     
    “Hi! I’m Robbie the elf!” I had made
up the “Robbie” at the last