My beautiful billionaire player

CHAPTER 8

"Yes, that's my sweetheart. I think it's hilarious that he has to spend the whole day wondering if he'll see you later tonight. When he finally does see you walk in, he'll be in such a bad mood. You are required to arrive late. I have the perfect little black dress that will blow his mind and make him lose his socks. It has such a low back that you can almost see your ass c***k when you sit on it."

She dashes into the room and exits a moment later wearing a black mini dress that exposes virtually nothing. Wow, she does have a point. It is not high. And not too long. Perhaps even insufficient in length. As I hold it up, I know without a shadow of a doubt that it will reach the upper part of my thigh because I am taller than she is.

"Isn't this going to be a bit too quick for me?"

"What do you mean by it being too short? Have we met?"

After stuffing ourselves with Quiche and mimosas on a Sunday morning, my roommates and I like to stay in and lounge around for the rest of the day. Mike is glum for the remainder of the day, and his demeanor gives the impression that he is unhappy about the possibility of our becoming acquainted. Even though we don't communicate much throughout the day, I don't mind it. Even though I am staying with him, I owe him nothing because of our arrangement. Because of his actions, it is a lot simpler to convince myself that I have no reason to feel guilty about going out with another guy tonight.

It's already six in the evening, and I've made up my mind to get ready to go meet Stephan. Sasha wants me to be late so that he will have to work harder, but if I am late, it won't be because I wasn't ready on time.

I immediately get into the shower and shave my legs and armpits twice, just in case, although I have no idea what kind of emergency might arise. While standing, I wrap a towel around my hair and another around my body before begin to apply makeup. I make the decision to wear smoky eye makeup because I think the sexiness of the look will complement the seductive dress and the tall heels that Sasha has picked for me.

I am currently examining the completed task while standing in front of the mirror counting down the remaining twenty minutes until eight o'clock. Hmm, not bad if I do say so myself. My smoky eyes and bright red lips are going to get his attention without a doubt, but the way my hair is swept behind my ears makes my back look like it's begging to be touched and maybe even kissed. Because I am aware of the purpose of me going out, I am experiencing a sensation that I have never before associated with being so alluring or so much like a hoe.

Sasha looks at me and then tells me to turn round. "Mandy, you've got some serious s*x appeal."

Since she is my closest friend, I expect her to make comments of this nature. "It's the dress."

"No way in hell is that true. It's all because of you, and he'll figure it out as soon as he rips that dress off of you."

Someone seems to be in a rush for me to have s*x with this man. "He won't be able to peel j******f of me tonight. I'm just going to talk."

She takes both of my hands in hers, and it seems as though she is about to offer me some sound advice. I make preparations because I don't anticipate her acting in this manner at all. "Listen to what I have to say, Mandy. The best way to get over somebody is to get under someone else."

In any case, her track record is completely spotless. She has not yet given me any profound or profoundly philosophical advice. When I hear the horn of my cab blowing for me, I can't help but laugh. " The cab has arrived."

Before I walk away, she gives me a hug. "I hope you have a wonderful time. Send me a message if you would come late, and I'll try not to worry."

"Yes, Mum."

I cringe as I sit here, but I can't help but look over at where Mike is sitting on the couch. Because he doesn't even look in my direction or make any attempt to interact with me, I decide to leave without saying anything to him. That's probably the best course of action.

After only a few minutes in the car, I arrive at the hotel and am on the verge of passing out by the time I approach the hostess. "I'm meeting someone."

"What's the name?"

I smile as I say it. “Stephan.” It's ridiculous, but for some reason just knowing his name makes me feel like I've accomplished something. One for Mandy. Stephan, zero.

It does not appear that she is pleased that I have arrived. "Oh, yes. He dropped hints that he might have a visitor accompanying him. Right in front of you" She takes my hand and leads me to a table for two in the same dimly lit nook that we were sitting in the night before. As I approach him, he glances up from the menu he was reading. His gaze travels up my body, beginning at my feet and ending at my eyes. He smiles.

I can hardly wait to get his feedback once he turns around and sees the back of this dress.

As he did the night before, he rises to his feet and moves around the room in order to slide out my chair for me. "I was unsure as to whether you'd..." When he stops talking, I know that he is concentrating all of his attention on the back of my dress, or the lack thereof. He speaks more clearly now. "I had no idea if you were going to show up or not."

I have no reason to doubt that he finds the dress to be satisfactory. "I had no plans to show up, but here I am nonetheless."

"I'm very glad you did. You look lovely."

"Thank you, Stephan." His light blue eyes lock with mine, and I give him a smug smile to let him know that I'm pleased with the outcome of the competition.

The smile that he flashes back at me is one of contentment. "How did you feel about the Sauvignon Blanc that I served you the other night?"

"I did."

"Would you like to have that once more, or would you rather try something different?"

I shrug. "That's not a problem."

After placing an order for our wine, he takes a few smug swigs before returning his attention to his chair. "I'm going to assume that you're here to talk about my proposition."

When I become aware that I am slouching, I immediately sit up more straight. If I want to keep my advantage over you, I can't display even the slightest bit of vulnerability. It would appear to be the case.

"Ask me anything." He exudes elegance and self-assurance in equal measure. Dammit, it's unnerving.

My fingers are interlaced, and I rest my elbows on the table. I am aware that speaking out loud like that during dinner is considered impolite, but I enjoy the air of superiority it gives me. You don't feel uncomfortable asking me to carry out this at all. I'm going to assume that you've done this before.

"You can, but for no longer than three to four weeks at a time. Three months is a new length of time for me, but I'm looking forward to experiencing something different."

I can't wait to call his attention to the fact that he has already experimented with something novel by releasing one of his most important conditions for me. "Now that we've established that, I'll call you by your name. Does that mean you no longer have a problem with people not knowing who you are?"

He downs a considerable amount of wine. "Stephan is not actually my given name. Because you required something to contact me, I decided to go with that."

“Oh.” I can feel the foolish optimism of a girl fading away. "Have you done this thing a number of times?"

It's possible that the number is in the hundreds. Or, even worse, it's possible that he has no idea.

"Is that something that really matters?" Because of this, knowing the number is absolutely essential to me at this stage; it has the kind of significance that can make or break the deal.

"I place a high priority on it."

The furrows in his brow suggest that he is mentally calculating something, and I believe he is. "I'm going to guess that there have been twelve."

I'll admit that twelve is a lot less than I expected, but does he really have to guess? Since we aren't discussing one hundred and twelve, is it really that difficult to be sure of something? "When did you first begin engaging in this activity?"