Admit You Want Me (Irresistible Billionaires 3)

“Okay, so what’s your issue?” she asked.

“What do I wear with this?” I asked, holding up the jeans.

“Gray or white.”

“That’s it?”

“Well, I know who I’m dealing with. I’m giving you something that you can handle.”

“What about shoes. Oh, I have to tuck it in, right?

“No. Don’t use one of your work shirts, use one of the others. No tie. Don’t tuck it in. Shoes? A boot or loafer would look good.”

“Okay. Belt?”

“No need if you don’t want it.”

“Okay, okay,” I said, pulling clothes from the rails.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah. I’m good.”

“You seem a little flustered.”

“I am. That’s why I called you.” I put the phone down and took my shirt off.

“Whoa,” she said. I looked at the phone.

“What?”

“You’re naked.”

“Not yet,” I said, unbuttoning my pants. I had stood the phone up so she could see me. “You want to watch?”

“No. Don’t take your clothes off.”

“Hang up then, if you don’t want to see it,” I said, pulling my pants down. I looked at the phone. She was still watching me. “You want to stay with me for the show?”

“Don’t you need me to approve the outfit once it's on?” she asked. I laughed, kind of enjoying her teasing. Who was I to tell the woman no? I wasn’t planning on it, but I took my underwear off and tossed it to the side.

“You want to join me in the shower?” I asked, making sure she knew I was naked but not letting my cock in the frame.

“No need, just take a couple of steps back,” she said. I laughed. She was blushing, telling me to let her see me naked. Why didn’t she just say yes? She wanted me and I wanted her. It made sense. I didn’t want to give her what she wanted though.

“I’m going to the shower. I’m hanging up,” I said.

“Do it. The show wasn’t worth it anyway,” she said. I laughed again.

“Take your top off and I’ll flash you,” I said. Now she was laughing. What are you doing tonight, I wanted to ask her. I wanted to stay on the phone with her. I wanted to do that way more than I wanted to go to dinner with Alex and Toby. I liked her. I liked her a lot.

“I don’t think so,” she said.

“I have to go anyway. Thanks for your help,” I said.

“Not a problem.”

We hung up and I stared at my phone, physically trying to stop myself from calling her back. That was my idea of a perfect Friday night; being on the phone with Missy. The only thing better than that was the two of us together in real life.