Amber turned and fumbled in her purse then.
“A card like this,” she said, holding it out to me. “Roman gave me one and I saw you having a good time with that other guy,” she said, her brow creasing. “Didn’t he give you one as well? He should have because I saw him getting out of the hot tub,” she said with a wry smile. “And he looked plenty satisfied.”
I stared unseeing but then exhaled with a huge gust because relief was flooding my veins. I did get a card like this. It was the small white square that the woman had brought over afterwards on a silver platter. I hadn’t read it, merely placing it my purse because I’d been too dazed to think. But now, I scrabbled in my own bag before pulling it out. The card stock was damp and already soft, the ink blurring slightly. But I couldn’t help but notice the heavy cream paper and elegant script, both attributes screaming money.
“But there’s no name on this,” I said, confused, turning the piece of paper back and forth in my hand. “There’s just a number.”
Amber flashed me a smile as she opened her front door before stepping into the small, darkened apartment.
“Exactly silly,” she said, rolling her eyes. “These guys aren’t going to advertise. They don’t want every Tom, Dick and Harry calling their office for random reasons. They only want the cream of the crop, and Kels, we’re it!” she said with an excited flare to her eyes. “I got a card from Roman, and you got one from that guy, so we’re onto the next round.”
Next round? As in a second-round interview? But what did that mean? My head spun with confusion as I trailed Amber into the small apartment. She had the tiniest one-bedroom set-up. It was probably only five hundred square feet total, with a kitchen along the wall and a small breakfast nook off to one side. But Amber turned then, shooting me a patient smile.
“Listen, we don’t have to make a decision now. But all I know is that the Billionaires Club pays really well, and you saw those guys. They’re frickin’ hot. They’re way better than the old dudes who come in and grope my ass at the restaurant. So I want to call the number and see where this goes next. Maybe I’ll see Roman again,” she said, her eyes going dreamy and soft for a moment. “But even if I don’t, I still want to see what they have to offer.”
And with that, my friend disappeared into the bathroom.
“Make yourself comfortable on the couch!” she called. “Don’t you have work tomorrow? Just remember what I said while you’re slinging other peoples’ used towels.”
But then Amber poked her head out once more.
“Oh wait, you were supposed to go out with Rick tomorrow right?” she asked, her eyes sympathetic. “Well, he hasn’t been treating you well either. So that’s just one more reason, okay Kels? You got along amazing with that guy, and he was hot. Ten times better than Rick, and twenty times better than anyone else we know. So what is there to lose? Just go with it,” the blonde finished with a wink before disappearing into the bathroom again.
I plopped down on her couch with a sigh. The sofa was old and puke-green colored, with springs that I could feel through the cheap foam cushion. Shifting uncomfortably, I looked around the small apartment, my mind still churning. Because there was so much I didn’t know still. What was the Billionaires Club? Sure, Amber had provided a vague outline, but it sounded like she didn’t know the details either. And what was this thing about a “second round”? Did we have to go in for an interview? Did we have to prove ourselves again?
As I thought about my situation, my heart pounded and my breathing came fast because I already knew that I wanted to do it. Not because of the money, which my buddy assured me flowed in rivers, or even because of my disappointing love life or dead-end job. It was because of the man I’d met tonight, the one that I’d had a tempting tryst with. He’d been gorgeous, and even now the memory of those blue eyes made my soul flutter as my pussy moistened again, anticipating his fullness.
Because I wanted him. I wanted to get to know him and to see where he led. His gaze had promised me so many things, and maybe I was being dumb, but my heart beat fast as my cunt squeezed together once again. I wanted to be with that man … and to see what would happen after the dirty pool party.
CHAPTER 6
Trent
I wait expectantly in the cabana. The last week’s been hell because I haven’t seen the beautiful Kelsey. That’s right. I know her name although we never formally introduced ourselves because it’s all part of what the Billionaires Club does. We have staff that conducts thorough background checks, so before she even stepped onto our premises, we already had a dossier on the beautiful girl.