Not Daddy Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 2)

“What part of Victoria’s date is this?” Beau asked over my shoulder.

I turned to face him. “This isn’t a Love Match date. This is our date.” He grinned at me; he was catching on. “Follow me.”

In less than two months, we would be walking these same stairs and taking our seats in the bleachers for graduation. Tonight, I didn’t want to think about what was going to happen in May. I only wanted to be with Beau.

We took the steps down to the field level and passed through the manicured hedges that bordered the football field. I read the numbered lines running across the grass until we reached the center. Before I picked Beau up tonight, I had stashed a small blanket in my bag just for this moment. I retrieved the blanket and pressed the corners, flattening it into the fifty-yard line.

“Last time I tried this, the guard at Gimghoul Castle ran us off. What do you think the chances are we can actually sit here on the fifty-yard line and do some stargazing?”

Beau laughed as he sat next to me. “You are better at checking things off my list than I am. Stargazing at Kenan?”

“That’s not all. I brought drinks.” I reached into my bag and pulled out two beers.

“Is that like a Mary Poppins bag or something? You can fit anything in there.” Beau lifted the corner and peered into the side pocket.

“No. I just know how to pack.”

“We have to make a toast.” He raised the glass bottle in my direction. “To Carolina nights.”

I smiled and let my bottle tap his before taking a sip.

From where we sat, the sky looked like it was littered with diamonds. They stretched from one end zone to the other. It was a new moon, giving us the perfect night to find constellations.

“Now, about that rose.” His seductive eyes were watching me squirm.

Beau wedged his beer into a patch of grass. His eyes looked hungrily at my mouth. With an unexpected fierceness, he lunged at me, sending me back on the blanket. I threw my arms around his neck as his lips took mine. So much for stargazing.

He paused, letting his hands trace the edges of my face. “London, I can’t keep my hands off you. This project is going to kill me.” My body bowed toward him as he playfully nipped at my neck with his teeth. “I want it to be over so we can stop sneaking around. I want to touch you whenever I want.”

Project. Shit. I still hadn’t told him what was going on. “Beau, we need to talk about the project.” It was barely a whisper.

His hand cupped my bottom and he squeezed until I was pressed against the center of his body. “Just kiss me, London. We can talk later.”

As he brushed his lips over mine until my mouth parted for him, he worked the zipper down on my jeans so his hand could slip between my legs. I groaned. We could definitely talk later.

It was after two before I pulled into the driveway. I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling pieces of grass out of the long strands. I giggled. I closed the front door behind me. The lights in the house were off as usual, but the TV was on. I glanced around the room before I saw the huge moving mound on the couch. Oh no. Someone was under there.

I held my breath and tiptoed across the floor. Maybe if I were quiet enough, whoever was under the blanket pile wouldn’t know I was home. No need to embarrass one of my roommates and her guest.

I had just made it to the kitchen when I heard, “Nina, someone’s in here.” I scuttled to the wall so that I could stay out of view. My heart was racing.

“Derek, you’re crazy. Don’t stop.” Nina’s voice was low and husky.

Quickly, I darted into my room before I heard another breathy movement. Ick. I muffled my laughter as I gently turned the handle on my bedroom door. Well, she had finally done it. Sunday breakfast was going to be interesting in our house.

12

The details were sketchy at best. Nina wasn’t as excited as I thought she would be after her four-year conquest had been achieved. Getting Derek to sleep with her didn’t produce the magic between them she thought would be there.

“It was good, but it wasn’t all fireworks and hotness. You know?” Nina was still in her pajama pants and her hair was in a ponytail.

I eyed her over my mug of tea. Of course I knew. Everything with Beau was fireworks. I couldn’t imagine anything else. “I’m sorry it wasn’t what you wanted, Nina. But hey, now you know. You can move on.”

“Move on? I’m not giving up after one night. He just wasn’t focused.” She bit into a piece of toast. “I’ll give him another chance.”

We made breakfast at noon—normal breakfast time for us. I didn’t go to sleep until after three. Beau kept texting me until my eyelids wouldn’t stay open. There was no telling what time Derek finally left after a night of un-hot sex.

“Honey, I just don’t want you to get your heart broken. Derek hasn’t been the most receptive and willing participant in all of this. There are other guys out there. Guys who would love to date you and sleep with you.”