Billionaire's First Mistake

Chapter 1 Aisling POV "I didn't order this," I said as one of the servers handed me a glass of cranberry daiquiri. "I know. He sent it," the waiter pointed in one direction. I followed her finger to the VIP section where a tall figure stood at the balcony, "He told me to ask you if you'd like to join him upstairs." "Don't you dare," Tina growled, "He could be a serial killer." I gave my best friend an amused glance, "Really, Tina? You've been accusing everyone of being a serial killer for the past three weeks. You should cut down on the serial killer documentaries." I winked. She let out a snort, "Fine, but be careful and don't do anything I won't do." A laugh tore out of my mouth because my Tina was a prude. She was a twenty-four-year-old virgin who still couldn't say the word 's*x' without blushing furiously. "I'll try my best. How do I look?" I spun around. "Like glazed chocolate with whipped cream topping," she blew me a kiss and, with a laugh, I followed after the server, and she led me past the huge bald security guard guarding the entrance to the VIP. "There he is," the server pointed to him before walking away. With a deep breath, I fixed a flirty smile on my face, smoothed my palms down my red mini-dress and approached the suited figure. As I reached him, I glanced up and promptly lost my breath. “Oh lord!” I silently gasped. I had met good-looking men, models, movie stars, different kinds of celebrities, but this man was easily the most handsome man I had ever seen in my life. I thought to myself as I continued fantasying about the god in the form of a man before me. His dark hair was cropped short and pushed back from his forehead, revealing a high forehead, full dark brows, an aquiline nose, a short beard framing a full, red mouth and then the most attractive part of his face, his stunning blue eyes. "H-hey," I stammered. Damn it. I had wanted to act cool and lofty and here I was stuttering over this man. "Hello," his voice washed over me like fire racing through my system and I shivered, "I've been watching you all night." "Oh, have you?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows. His mouth quirked up at one corner, and he motioned me to the couch nearby, "Sit." I raised a brow yet again at the callous authority in his voice. He sounded like a man who was used to being obeyed. With a smirk, I dropped into the chair and waited for him to take the one across from me before I crossed my legs slowly, my dress riding up my thighs. I was gratified when his gaze dropped on my exposed legs. "Yes," he continued, leaning back into his chair, arms resting along the sides. He managed to make the chair look small, his broad shoulders and long legs clad in a black, silk button-down shirt and dark pants. I raised my glass, "Can I get another? I have a feeling I'll need it for this conversation." "No," his voice was uncompromising, and I froze, "You won't need to need another, because I don't take drunk women to my bed." Heat curled up in the bottom of my stomach, "And who says I'm going to bed with you?" I asked breathlessly. He shrugged, "I want you. And I'm a man who gets what he wants." "Well, you have to start getting used to being disappointed because you can't have me." I informed him even though I never meant any of it. Preparing to leave this hot strange, I thought to myself. I know I have been many things, but being a bad friend wasn't one of them. There was no way I was going to leave Tina to fend for herself. I dragged her out to Vegas two days ago and out of our hotel tonight. And the right thing to do was stick by her, and I was going to do just that. "Why?" He didn't sound offended, just curious. "Because I don't want you." I faked defended. He leaned forward, peeling away from the shadows, "I didn't tag you for a liar." I chuckled, "You don't know me. I'm many things." "A liar isn't one of them," the man said confidently, gazing back at me with his hot eyes. "You're a bad liar, Red." He concluded. I snorted, "Red? How creative." I was used to men referring to me as red because of the glaring color of my eyes and red. I was disappointed in this stranger for being so predictable. The corner of his mouth twitched, "Do you know the tips of your ears go red when you lie?" My mouth dropped open in shock. Holy s**t! In my twenty-four years of life, only my mother and Tina had ever noticed that. How had this man found out so soon? I cleared my throat, trying to take back control of the conversation, "What can I say, it matches my hair." "You're a fascinating woman, and I want to pull you apart with my mouth, fingers, tongue, and body and find out what makes you tick." Blood drained from every part of my body and rushed to the pulsing junction of my legs at his bold words. I clenched my thighs together as I felt myself get damp, "Too bad you'll have to live with your curiosity." I challenged. "Hmm," he looked amused. "It was a pleasure, blue." With that, I rose to my feet with a smirk, sexily biting at the bottom of my lips to show him what he would be missing. Meanwhile, every part of me was screaming that I should stay, but I couldn't leave my best friend out there. As I turned to walk away, my phone lit up with a text from Tina. "Get out of there now. Dexter is at the club! I've gone back to the hotel room." I froze with wide eyes as I scanned my surroundings. Dexter was my uncle's bodyguard who I had managed to slip away from and flew to Vegas for my last weekend of fun before my life was officially over. I pushed the dark thought from my head. Not now! I groaned. My gaze pinged around the club more carefully this time, but I couldn't see my six-foot-tall bodyguard. He could be anywhere. At that realization, I gasped. “Oh God! I couldn't let him find me.” I muttered silently to myself as I imagined his fierce look. "Problem, Red?" The hot stranger asked from behind me. I turned back to the striking stranger with a pout, "No problem," I pasted on a smile, "How many times can you make me high before dawn?" With a smile curved at his lips, he answered. "Let's go and find out."