The Billionaire and the Virgin (The Billionaires 1)

“His other business, right? The Club?”

“You know about the club?” He asked, his voice slower, like he was treading carefully.

“Of course.”

Aidan visibly relaxed. “Oh thank fuck, he told you. I thought I was going to have to pretend forever that there wasn’t a sex club on the floor above us.”

I flinched and was pleased he’d been distracted by lifting up his coffee cup.

“Yes, well I felt if I was his second in command I should know everything.” I lied. “He was cagey in telling me how you knew him though.” I tried to lead Aidan on.

“Well, that’s his story to tell, not mine. But I reckon he’s getting bored with the club and I’m happy to take it off his hands, so put in a good word for me won’t you?”

“You want to buy a sex club?”

“Yes, it will go nicely alongside my new movie studio and publishing company.”

“You own a movie company?”

“Yes, it makes adult movies. GoDown Films. I acquired it recently. The Club would make a fabulous backdrop for a series of movies and could become an extension of the movies, a kind of, experience it for yourself.” He closed his mouth and chewed his lip. “Why, Amelia, you have a way of getting people to divulge private information. I just gave away my business plan to you.”

“I can keep a secret.” I told him.

“Can you?” He said. “Then don’t tell Henry we switched the office for dinner until after we’ve eaten. He’ll think I have ulterior motives.”

“Well, if you did, what concern is it of Henry’s?” I asked, my curiosity peaked. Had Henry warned him off?

“I like my balls where they are, rather than strung up somewhere. Once we’ve had dinner, and he realizes you’re still intact, he might relax a little.”

At his comment my face burned with an intensity that meant I thought I was going to need dousing in water.

“Are you okay?” Aidan asked. “What did I say to embarrass you? I’m so sorry, Amelia, it wasn’t my intention.”

I could see the cogs whirring in that business mind as he recounted the conversation.

“Oh. Jesus.”

“Aidan, please.”

“How old are you? You’re like twenty-four aren’t you?”

“Twenty-three.”

“Then how the fuck?”

I held a finger up to my mouth for him to quieten down.

“How am I intact? How am I still a virgin at the age of twenty-three? Because I’m frigid.” Now my face burned even more. “I get so far and then I just, well, haven’t been able to get any further.” I sit back. “I cannot believe I am having this conversation with you. Please don’t tell a soul, and especially not Henry.”

“Amelia. I wouldn’t say a word. Have you been to see someone about this though? There must be professionals who can help you?”

I shook my head. “No. I truly believe I just haven’t met the right guy. I’ve never met anyone I’ve felt relaxed with, anyone who I honestly wanted to sleep with, and I think it’s my body’s way of telling me they aren’t right for me.”

“Why not go up to the club one night?” Aidan suggested. “Just go to watch and see if anything you see especially turns you on. Maybe you’re attracted to women, or threesomes. You can just observe there.”

“I don’t know how the club works.” I told him honestly.

“I’ll take you Thursday, after dinner.”