Page 22 of The Billionaire

We approached a beautiful fountain with red lights coloring the clear water. The lengths to which this place went to evoke a sexual, passionate, luxurious feel, did a pretty damn good job. Talk about having a party here, or to vacation here! It could rival any luxury hotel in the world.

To the right was a velvet couch tucked nicely in a corner with hanging lanterns dimly lit. The sheer curtains were pulled back.

“Why don’t we sit?”

His voice was low and scruffy.

I followed him and we sat. I found myself sitting at the edge of the corner as he comfortably draped his arm along the couch.

A woman in red lingerie approached us with red cocktails in short glasses with gold rims.

“This is jack and soda. It has a little kick to it.” He said behind the dark mask that only revealed the bottom of his nose and his lips and jaw.

I gladly took the drink and downed it coughing horribly at the burning spice that warmed the back of my throat. I definitely was not expecting that to be in there. I couldn’t stop coughing as I gasped to breath. It was so spicy!

“Jalapenos. I was just about to tell you but well, you finished it already.” A smile hung on his lips.

The server handed me a glass of water.

I felt ridiculous.

“That was also a double of jack. Hope you can hold your liquor.” The voice teased.

The sexy server took the drink from me with a sly smile.

“Will that be all sir?”

He nodded.

“Very well, sir.” She closed the sheer curtains, sauntering away with a string of lace dangling in her butt cheeks and I watched her walk away feeling self-conscious. I had never been around so many beautiful women in my life.

I looked down at my lap feeling keenly aware of this. Okay, I was a more than a tad bit self-conscious! But the sexy feel of the lingerie fabric against my skin, was doing a number on my sex drive. I felt my inner lioness being born. I was roaring on the inside with desire.

“I think I might be able to hold my liquor.” But even as I said it, I knew it was not true. Wow, that had hit fast.

“Oh really?” He rested his arm on the armrest and tilted his chin. He had a nice defined jaw. Yet many of them did. What was their secret?I wonder if his jaw line is natural. They probably have the best plastic surgeons at their disposal. I studied his jaw line more definitively. Wow, this sure was buzz-reasoning talking in my head. I needed to snap out of it! His hand rested on his chin and he stroked it a bit, studying me intensely.

What was he thinking?

Shit. Maybe it isn’t him and this guy’s a plastic surgeon and he’s totally analyzing my facial symmetry.

“You’re not a plastic surgeon are you? Analyzing my symmetry, because I already know it. The left side of my lip is a tad bit more fuller than the right. Lip liner is my savior.”

I took a nervous sip of my water and I stared at his mask and the eyes behind the mask but suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable. It was sort of creepy staring at a dark mask. And he wasn’t even talking! Just staring!

“Yes, well to answer your question, I can hold my liquor. I might have been a pre med student my whole undergrad, which translates no social life outside of study groups, but my best friend drug me to many frat parties.” Oh man, I sounded like a stupid teenager! Oh listen to me, I hang out with the popular girl! I snapped my lips shut feeling incredibly silly. I always got talkative when I teetered that line!

Well, at least I wasn’t feeling terrified which is what I felt moments ago.

I was just about to ask if I should be terrified, and for what reason, but I shook my head and scolded myself. I inhaled deeply trying to pull it together. The way he stared at me, sizing me up, I had no idea what he was thinking and what he was planning and plotting to do with me, or if in fact, he was analyzing me.

“You strike me as one here not seeking experience.” He held out his glass and tilted the liquid to the left.

“Everyone keeps saying that!”

He shook his glass in small motions. “Let me guess, sex to you is an intense emotional connection, like most women. You’ve never watched a porno, never touch yourself, and there are certain sex acts you’ve heard of but have never dared to try.”

My jaw dropped open but I quickly shut my mouth again. Feeling completely Honest-Abe from downing that double jack, I pursed my lips together. “Hm . . . your assessment is mostly true, but—”

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