A Billionaire With Benefits
She had issues about abandonment, which was why her previous relationships didn’t last too long. The only difference was this guy had money and he was the best looking one to ask her out, yet. She was becoming materialistic, shallow. She disliked the idea of it.
He saw that she didn’t say anything, or she didn’t want to. He nodded, taking that as a no. This was that rare moment where silence meant no. He spun around, when she heard her take a breath. She was about to say something. That act of kindness hit through her, just the way he wanted it to.
“I’ll go on that date,” she began, as his back was still turned.
He didn’t face her yet. He knew she was going to say something else, make some terms about it, if her flustered mind was quick enough to come up with something.
“I’ll go on that date, but you won’t leave me like that anymore.”
He turned to face her. “I don’t think we’re canoodling anytime soon after that. You’re not the only one that’s got a lot in the head.”
There was a part of her that was disappointed. She had enjoyed that night immensely. She hadn’t been laid in so long. She’d never had anyone like that. He was unquenchable. She took a breath, determined to keep those lustful thoughts away.
She nodded. “Fine. My shift ends at four. You can pick me up at my place. Don’t bring an expensive car. And don’t dress too fancy. I don’t have much nice clothing.”
He nodded. “That is taken into consideration. I will see you at five-thirty.”
She nodded and watched him leave but before he did, he eyes her. “Are you going to take that bracelet or should I throw it away myself?”
Her hands slowly inched for the box and she took it, clutching the box tightly. He gave a small smile. “I’ll see you,” he said before he left.
She watched him leave. There was a Mercedes Benz waiting a few meters ahead at the curb and he got in the back seat. He had a chauffeur; of course he would have a chauffeur. Lynne wasn’t joking when she said that he was rich, like filthy rich. She waited for the car to leave before going back inside.
Mary Ann was looking at her, expectant. “So you asked me to cover for you for five minutes and it became ten? That wait had better be worth it.”
“I said yes to dinner.”
Mary Ann nodded. “Good. It was totally worth it then.”
Totally worth it. Which part? That she had landed a billionaire that was completely interested in her or at least pretending to be? Or that she suddenly wanted to be physically worth the effort? She wanted to dress nice, but not too nice, in case he thought she was trying hard. She had nothing tastefully expensive to wear. All she had were plain clothes, great for everyday wear but not for a date. She felt a bit of panic. What was she going to wear? How would she approach this date? This was a chance that she could get to know him and a chance that he could get to know her, aside from being a complete potty mouth.
She decided not to tell Lynne yet. Maybe after the date. Maybe. Depending on how it went. She hoped it would go well. This was a real date and she was frankly getting too excited for a date when the day still had eleven more hours to go.
Chapter5
The contract was tucked away safely in his penthouse. He had dropped it there first, before driving over to her place in the most ordinary car he had in his garage. It was his BMW Series 7, a glossy black sedan that would blend in fine. He had figured he could take her to a casual dining spot, Marmalade Café. He hadn’t eaten there, but he figured it was casual enough.
She was ready by the time he was at the bottom of the steps. He received a text from her just as he was about to ring for her doorbell.
I’ll be down in a bit. He read the message.
I want to see your place, he texted her back.
She didn’t reply, but instead he found her in front of him in three minutes. She still wore jeans, which was a shame since he liked looking at her flawless and well-proportioned legs. She had on a plain and pale yellow tank top which suited her fine, and plain sandals with bare toenails. That screamed she was low maintenance, which was good.
“I told you I wanted to see your place.”
“What for?” she said. “So you can check out to see how tiny my place is compared to your bathtub?”
“Harsh. I just want to see where you live.”
“It’s this building.”
“I would like to see where you live,” he said firmly.
She sighed and opened the door to the apartments once more. “This way.”
He followed her up four flights of narrow stairs. The building was old, but it was maintained to the best of the landlord’s abilities, from what he could see. The tenants were quiet, which was a good thing, too.