My beautiful billionaire player

CHAPTER 12

"And how are things with you?"

A very interesting range of beverages. I'm intrigued to the point where I think I ought to give it a shot. As I give Lois my order, I make eye contact with her. "I'm going to have an orgasmic scream as well," the speaker said.

I take off my coat and toss it on the empty chair that is next to me as I sit down. "Do you have to dress up all the time?"

"When I have professional engagements, I do so."

"I was completely unaware that you had a meeting this evening."

"We got out of that one quickly." She looks at me in a curious manner as I undo my tie and unbutton the top button of my shirt. My cuffs are rolled up on my forearms, and my sleeves are unbuttoned. "Do you dislike the suit?"

"That is really cool, but I'm interested to see what else you have in your wardrobe."

"I suppose we'll have to get together again some time in order for you to find out."

I hand our waitress my credit card as soon as she comes around with our drinks so that she can start a tab. "For the next few days, I won't be wearing anything at all. Would you be interested in making a trip to the manor house where I'll be staying tomorrow? It would be my pleasure to take you on a tour of the vineyard."

She looks at me while she's sipping her screaming o****m and peering over the edge of her glass. “Okay.”

Yes, yet again. Even though it's not the one I'm looking for, it's a good starting point that might eventually lead me to the one I need to listen to. “Perfect. If I come to get you at ten o'clock, we'll have plenty of time to make it back to the restaurant for lunch. Does that make sense to you?"

I need some one-on-one time with her to persuade her to say yes so that I can get the yes I desperately need for tomorrow. I need her to say it

Mandy Eliot

After four screaming orgasms, Stephan and I make our way into the backseat of his car. This is an increase of two from my typical number of orgasms. I am only able to make it to the middle of the seat as I glide across it, which means that our legs will be touching when he gets in beside me. The material of his pants is the only thing that keeps our skin from touching, but just the sensation of his touch sends shivers down my spine.

Michael glances back in the car's rearview mirror at Stephan. "Mister, where do you intend to go?"

He inquires about my response to a question. He most likely anticipates that I will tell him that I am interested in going home with him tonight, but I am not. I have not yet given in to this insanity.

"To Miss Marcus," he tells Michael.

I've had four cocktails, and I'm starting to feel the effects of them. My veins are bursting with the liquid courage that I need. I'm feeling brave. And prone to flirting. I rest my hand on Stephan's leg and use the tip of my finger to make what I imagine being the symbol for infinity. I am able to feel the contraction of the muscle in his thigh even though he is wearing jeans. "Michael, does he have any idea what it is that you, Mr. Damion, do with the women that you keep in your company?"

Michael reaches for the volume control of the radio without being prompted to do so and turns up the volume of the music in the front of the car. I only catch a fragment of "Talk Dirty to Me" before he switches the radio station to one playing classical music. Or perhaps opera. I've had so much to drink that my memory is hazy. In any event, I do not appreciate it.

I move one foot in front of the other. “Michael. It should be returned to Poison."

I am able to see in the rearview mirror that he is looking at his manager. I can once again hear Dan Jones singing in the background as Stephan politely nods.

"This song is one of my favourites."

"I do as well, but I'd much rather it if you sang it to me rather than Poison," she said.

It's possible that I'll comply with your request.

"Me too. You are welcome to make fun of me whenever you like."

My sensitivity has been heightened as a result of everything about this man. As he gets closer, you can hear his breathing, and the scent of him gets stronger and more masculine. The feeling of his leg beneath my finger is very enjoyable to me. "You didn't respond to my question. Does Michael grasp the nature of your interactions with females?"

The lighting is poor, so I can't make out his face. "I pay Michael to be there when I need him, and he always comes through. Because he is not someone I can confide in, we don't talk about the relationships I have with the women I date."

I say it in a low voice as I turn to face the window and look outside. "The women you date." The flashing of the streetlights is similar to that of strobes as we go by. If you want me to be the thirteenth, just say yes. I don't see how that will end up successfully. The number thirteen is considered to be extremely unlucky.

My leg gets warm whenever he places his hand on my knee, and the warmth spreads up to my thigh. "I'm interested to know what's going through your mind."

His personal action has captured my full attention at this very moment. "Please give me the thirteenth seat," I replied.

I cannot say for certain, but I believe that my observation was humorous to him. "I have no doubt that you would be."

I believe in the power of superstition. This has always been the case with me. "It's unfortunate that the number is so high."

"I don't believe so. I was born on the thirteenth of the month."

If I continue in this manner, something will go wrong, and this man will hurt me. I'm certain of it because I'm currently seated next to him and can experience firsthand how strongly he influences my desire to respond in the affirmative. "How could you possibly believe that something that's this hot could exist without causing one of us to get burned?"

I can make out a grin on his face even in the low light. "Are you feeling excited about what we're working on together?"

A stop is made by Michael in front of the building that houses Mike's apartment complex. It is never a good idea to add gasoline to a fire that is already burning, which is why I choose not to respond to Stephan's argument.

After Michael has unlocked the door, Stephan and I will exit the vehicle together. When we are approaching the entrance to the building, he reaches for my hand as we walk up the sidewalk. This is such a thoughtful and personal action on your part. "Do you have a private bedroom?"

“No. Sasha and I are the only two people staying in the guest room."

“Good.”

What? Was he under the impression that Mike and I were sleeping in the same bed together? What if I actually am? It was not his place to touch me in any way. Yet. "Did you suppose I was asleep somewhere?"

"Because these apartments are so small, I was completely unaware of this fact. On the other hand, I have no doubt that the brother of your friend would give anything to have you sleep in his bed. However, I would feel the same way, so I'm not sure if I have anything more to add."

Once more, he is speaking his mind and saying whatever comes to mind. I'm not sure whether I should be grateful for his honesty or whether I should just brace myself for whatever is going to happen next. "Do you not have a filter, or is it a Canadian thing to utter every inappropriate thought?"

We are currently positioned at the building's main entrance, and I have the uneasy feeling that something unfavorable is about to occur. It's ingrained deep within my skeleton. In addition, my groin. He's going to kiss me any second now. And I'd like him to. Badly.

But he doesn't act like that at all.

He pushes me until I am against the wall of the building. My escape is impossible because he is pinning me with his hips. There is no way out, not that I would bother trying to find one anyway. His eyes dart from mine to my mouth and back to mine again as he examines me. Because I don't have time for meaningless games, I say exactly what's going through my head. You know I don't put on airs, and this is a perfect illustration of what I mean when I say that. I want you to be completely aware of everything that is happening inside my head.

It is unsettling the way in which his eyes pierce mine. "And what exactly are you considering at this very moment?"