Admit You Want Me (Irresistible Billionaires 3)

“Sure,” he said. I introduced them to the girls who, knowing all about him, did not speak a word of what they knew the two of us had done together. They only knew the half of it though because I hadn’t told them about the second, much hotter, much better time that we had had at the spa. I knew what they were going to tell me, so I didn’t need to hear it. I had resolved not to move forward with him anyway, so I didn’t need to say anything to them. I hadn’t said anything to him either though, so things were kind of still up in the air.

If you ignored things long enough, they just disappeared, didn’t they?

Yeah, that was how it worked.

Unless he said something and blew the lid off of our secret.

He wouldn’t do that, would he?

My mouth dried out as I went down the line of women.

“So, you’re her latest guinea pig,” Eddy said, laughing when I introduced them. “I know all about what it's like getting my fashion sense insulted by this one.”

“Has she ever made a mistake?” he asked.

“Oh, more than a few. I owe some of my worst looks from school to her,” she said, laughing. I rolled my eyes. Nobody had a good fashion sense at school. Fashion sense got better with time like wine.

“Don’t listen to her. I know what I’m doing, and she does too,” I said.

“Does he know about the teal dress?” she asked.

“What’s this about the teal dress?” he asked. Oh god.

“We were at college, wait, what’s that here? Eleventh grade? Well, we were in school and I wanted her help with an outfit. She put me in an awful teal dress with these balloon-like sleeves and had the gall to add a matching headband. I looked like a Teletubby.”

The two of them laughed. I laughed along, uncomfortably.

“That was so long ago, Eddy.”

“Okay, you want a more recent example?” she asked.

“You know what? I don’t need to stand here and have my character assassinated,” I said. “Want to dance, Maggie?”

She did. I linked arms with her and fled for the dancefloor. My face was burning. I never expected to see him tonight, much less for him and Eddy to hit it off like that. I danced with Maggie, paying attention to the music. Peering over at our section, I realized he was looking over at me. Talking to Eddy, his eyes kept cutting away in my direction. Satisfaction swelled in my chest.

If he wanted a show, I’d give him a show.

19

Easton

I wasn’t sure how I had gotten caught in the middle of the two women, but there I was. Missy had bailed, leaving me with, was it Brenna and Eddy? Wait a minute, one of them might have been Maggie, there was definitely a Maggie. I wasn’t so sure which one she had disappeared to the dance floor with. She hadn’t gotten very far away, she was still in my sights. Thank God she was wearing a bright pink dress.

The fact that she was visible from far away wasn’t the only reason that I was thankful for the dress. She looked stunning. It was skintight all the way down her voluptuous figure. I had never seen her in a color so right and eye-catching before, but I liked it. I knew she had a side of her that was fun and liked to party, but I had never met that woman before. I wasn’t really enjoying the limits of our work relationship at the moment. Not that it was typical in any way, but there were definitely things that I couldn’t say or do out here now that her friends knew we were working together.

She wasn’t on the clock right now though, was she? I mean, we were at a club. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her. Why didn’t she say anything on the phone earlier? Not that anything would have happened, or, who knew? I didn’t know what to expect with her anymore. The only thing I knew I would definitely get when I was around her was a boner. She needed to add ‘dancer’ to her resume. Her tight pink dress made sure I never missed a single gyration of her body.

“Has she been very hard on you?” I heard someone ask. It was the British friend, their names were a little hard to get straight. I forced my attention away from Missy, back to her friends who had sat me down in their section and had been peppering me with questions.

“Sorry, what did you say?” I asked. I made sure to lean forward like I hadn’t heard her. It was a good thing the music was so loud in here, it was a convenient excuse for why I wasn’t paying attention.

“Sorry, I just asked whether Missy has been very hard on you? I know how she works since she has dressed me before, but since I’m her friend, I reckon it’s probably not the same as she is with her real clients, you know what I mean?”

That one, the British one with the red hair and the blue eyes, I was pretty sure that one was Eddy. She and Missy had grown up together in England. From what I gathered, she was also quite wealthy. She talked about going to boarding school and, that sounded pretty posh. She had also mentioned that her husband was Niall Bridges and I had heard of him. He was definitely loaded.

“I realize that she could probably be worse, but she’s mostly just reacting to my behavior,” I said.

“I really want to see her at work, she was made for this job. I can’t believe she waited so long to actually do it.”