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Billionaire Beast

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“No,” Buzzed Girl says. She starts laughing again. It’s not a pleasant noise. “She hasn’t yet.”

Ah, a little depravity. That’s what I was looking for.

“Do this sort of thing often, then, huh?”

“What do you think?” she asks, rubbing up against me.

The whole scene makes the elderly man standing next to me shift anxiously. I can almost hear him praying for the elevator to just reach his floor so he can get out.

“There’s just not a good answer to that,” I whisper.

For once, I’m the one trying to be discreet.

“I guess you’re about to find out,” she says.

She turns around to face me, and I can see the man next to me turn his head.

For a moment, I’m worried this chick is going to drop my pants right here in the not-so-private elevator, but she eases that particular fear with a deep kiss, her arms wrapped around my neck.

I’m a fan of kissing. It’s probably my favorite part of the whole game, you know, except for everything else.

That said, this chick is biting my lip hard enough that I push her away.

“Fucking ease up,” I whisper. “Planning on taking that home with you?”

“Only if I can bring the rest of you, too,” she whispers in my ear.

With those words, my goal for the evening has just become trying to nail her roommate.

It’s a lofty goal, but unless this chick can come up with something less clumsy to say to me, I don’t know that I’ve got much choice.

I pride myself on my game, and having a partner who’s not pulling her own weight is a turnoff.

If the roommate thing doesn’t work out, though, I guess I’ll manage.

“Two more floors until we reach heaven,” she whispers, palming the front of my jeans.

“Shh…”

She thinks I’m worried about the other people in the elevator.

In reality, I just want to get her to stop saying such ridiculous shit.

The elevator slows to a stop, and I’m wondering what God this man standing next to me pissed off so much to end up on the floor right beneath—you know, whoever this woman still groping me said she is.

He hurries out of the elevator and Buzzed Girl turns around, rubbing herself against me a little bit more before we get to her floor.

The sweetest sound in the world is that elevator door opening again.

“You have no idea what kind of shit you’re in for,” she tells me.

It’s a challenge.

We’re on her floor and she’s testing me to see how I’m going to react to such a bold statement.

Believe it or not, that kind of thing is enough to make a lot of guys nervous.

“We’ll see,” I tell her.



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