Billionaire Mountain Man

Chapter Eleven

Vivienne

“So what are your names?” I asked the guys as we stood up to follow them to the dance floor. “I'm Vivienne, and this is my friend Angie.”

“I'm Nick,” said one. He had broad shoulders, a strong jaw, deep-set brown eyes and short dark hair that was stylishly cut.

“And I'm Paul,” said the other. He was powerfully-built, with muscles bulging through his dress shirt. He was darkly tanned, and this made his bright blue eyes stand out even more. His blond hair was also fashionably cut and styled.

“And uh, how old are you guys, if you don't mind us asking?” asked Angie, smiling flirtatiously.

“I'm 22,” Nick said.

“And I'm 23,” Paul replied.

I couldn't help but chuckle; these were some young guys.

“So are you guys out cougar hunting or what?” asked Angie with a wink and a smile.

“Cougars?” Nick laughed. “You girls are our age. Don't be ridiculous.”

“Really?” I asked. “You guys think we're the same age as you?”

“No older than 22, I'm certain of that,” replied Paul, his perfect white teeth glowing in the UV light.

“Alright, yeah, we're 22,” said Angie, throwing a wink my way.

“Ha! I knew it!” exclaimed Nick. “Come on, trying to pull that 'cougar' crap on us! Lame joke, ladies, lame joke. Now, let's get downstairs and have some fun on the dance floor.”

“But first,” interjected Paul. “We have to buy you ladies drinks. What are you having?”

“I don't know if I can handle anymore,” I said, leaning over to Angie and whispering in her ear.

She waved a dismissive hand my way.

“Oh come on, it's Friday night! You don't have anywhere to be tomorrow. And do I need to remind you about the jerk who stood you up earlier tonight? Come on, Viv, if you give up and call it quits now, he wins! You'll just go home and end up feeling miserable about the whole thing. I say, let's let these hot young things buy us another drink, and then we'll get down with them on the dance floor.”

“I dunno, Angie, I'm just... I don't like drinking that much, you know, and I'm already tipsy...”

“Yeah, and you're probably feeling like you're some unattractive bag after jerk-face stood you up earlier. There's nothing that'll give your self-esteem a boost like a hot, younger guy drooling all over you and making you feel like you're a goddess. Trust me on this.”

I sighed. She was right, in a way; I was feeling terrible about the fact that Everett had stood me up earlier, and yes, despite how good I knew I looked all dolled up, some reassurance from an attractive guy certainly wouldn't hurt matters.

“Alright,” I said. “Let's do this.”

Angie beamed a broad grin at me.

“Perfect. You're gonna have such a great time, Viv, you really are.”

She then turned to Nick and Paul.

“I'll have another Long Island Iced Tea, please,” she said. “And so will my friend.”

“Coming right up,” Nick said. “Paul will go get the drinks. Now, would you two like to follow me down to the dance floor?”

He took Angie's hand in his and led her downstairs, with me following along behind them.

“The night is only just beginning, ladies!” he said, and with that, we made our way to the dance floor.