Page 62 of The Billionaire

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The energy between us shifted, we were both dressed to the nines. He wore some dark gray designer suit, no doubt, and the fabric had a shiny hue to it. Light 1940’s jazz era music played in the background and the tiki torches lit in rows along the sidewalks lined with fragrant flowers, illuminated his skin, giving him a glowing aura.

As I admired the pinot noir wine, I thought about how I had never had sex this much in my life in one day. Well, except that one night at the club. I still felt slightly tipsy from my champagne with Logan and felt I could say anything and everything.

We talked, enjoying stories from his teenage years and what it was like growing up in a minster’s home. I laughed at all the pranks and jokes he pulled around the church and pictured him as the cutest boy ever with those tender eyes of his.

“So what do you do outside of work?” I asked bravely.

He cut into his steak and said, “I really don’t work that much anymore. I’m retired, I guess you can say.” He finished chewing his meat, his expression becoming serious.

I shot him a look which made him smile a tad.

“How…how old are you?”

He continued chewing as he mumbled the number “I’m 30. I play. I made my money early on and unlike some men, I don’t have to be the richest. I want to enjoy the pleasures of life. I couldn’t spend all my money in this lifetime if I tried. Not bragging by the way. Just the facts.”

“I just…wonder, I mean…no offense, but was just wondering if you know, you ever get bored?”

“Hobbies.”

“Hobbies?”

“I read. I write. I spend time in good company. Oh, and I’m a winemaker. I guess that counts as something since I’m very hands-on and I’m in the vineyards a lot. And like I mentioned earlier, I also have a few orphanages I run so between teaching kids.…”

Oh I was his right then and there with that orphanage talk. He could get into my panties right in that instant. I absentmindedly sighed at this truth. Every moment spent with him I felt more intricately sewn to him like an innate pattern that couldn’t be sliced apart by one swift snap of the scissors. No, there was major weaving happening between us.

“And playing, having sex….”

There was a slight pouring of more wine into his glass that disrupted my thoughts of our sewing pattern. I watched as he studied the liquid sparkling in the candlelight.

“About that. How many…I’m afraid to ask this question. I mean we did meet at a sex club.”

“I’m clean if that’s what you’re asking.” He quickly said as he winked. “I’m always a careful, careful man.” His grin bubbled.

There was no hiding the intimidation in my eyes. He instantly reached for my hand and kissed it delicately. “No other woman I have ever been with strikes me like you do. You are one of a kind, my beauty.”

I shook my head in disbelief.

“I just…don’t get that, honestly. And, confession here. I mean, I’ve only been with one other person. You’ve been with I don’t know how many. I’m quite inexperienced.” I was being total Honest-Abe here with all the alcohol!

He shook his head and sucked in a quick breath. “Oh no,” he said with a growl. “You know exactly what you are doing. Like a natural.” He said as he adjusted in his seat. “See, there you go again, leaving me unable to get up from this table right now.” He bit is lower lip and my eyes stared at that lower pout. The energy between us buzzed and I hung on his every word as I absentmindedly stuck my pinkie nail between my teeth. His eyes focused in on the gesture but quickly looked back to his wine and continued speaking.

“I was lost a bit in my early twenties when I had a sudden wealth situation. I was escaping my upbringing and what can I say, I’m a man. I escaped through—”

“I understand.” I cut him off, incredibly buzzed. “Like a man needs sex, a woman needs—“

“Attention, affection, talking, shopping, diamonds, sweet words, chocolate, and more talking.”

I smiled.

“I know how to take care of a woman and I intend on spoiling you rotten every spare second I have here with you.”

I shook my head and blew a loose tendril out of my eyes. “You don’t have to spoil me for me to like you. I like you, Kyle.”

A moment of silence floated between us as the soothing waves made up for empty chatter. Something shifted on his face and I couldn’t tell what it was. Whatever it was, it went away as quickly as it had appeared and he reached by his side and produced a box wrapped in black velvet with a white satin bow. He pushed it across the table to me.

“I have something for you,” he smiled almost shyly as he scratched the back of his ear.

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