Page 31 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

“I don’t need a personal ad, but if I did, it wouldn’t say that.”

“What would it say?” I roll my eyes.

“I don’t know. I don’t think I would need to put up anything. The women, they just…” He puts his hand up. “How did we get onto this topic of conversation, Sabrina? Let’s talk about something else." He looks over at his brother and sister, who are discussing something fervently while looking at their phones. I don’t know if Miles and Erica have paid attention to any of our conversation, but I sure hope they haven’t. Because it’s been a lot of very hostile and flirty banter going back and forth between me and Wes. And I don’t know if I really understand it.

“Did you know that oysters are an aphrodisiac?” he says. “Is that why you ordered them?”

“No, we ordered oysters just because we like them. Same with the caviar.”

“Okay, well, hopefully, you don’t get too horny tonight.”

“Excuse me?” I stare at him, and he throws his head back and laughs.

He’s so handsome when he laughs, and his dark, silky hair is begging to be touched. My entire body is shaking, sitting next to him. Then, when he shifts closer and I feel his thigh against mine, I feel like I’m going to explode. There’s just something about Wes that I cannot stop from activating something in me.

He is absolutely the most infuriating man I’ve ever met, but also, the most delicious, the hunkiest, the sexiest.

I have got to stop thinking about him in that way. I’d like to wipe that cocky smile off of his face, but I need to come up with a plan. Something that would throw him for a loop.

I smile as I stare back at him, and an idea hits me. I know exactly what I’m going to do.

Chapter Ten

Wes

I feel slightly guilty for teasing and taunting Sabrina. I can tell by the look on her face that she’s shocked by some of my words. In fact, I’m shocked by some of them, as well. But I couldn’t help myself. There’s something about her that brings out the bad boy in me. That makes me want to flirt. That makes me want to cross over lines that I wouldn’t normally. Something that has been dormant in me for a year. But she's going to graduate soon, and she looks sexier than I've ever seen her. I know I should stop, but teasing her has become one of my favorite pastimes.

I look across the table and see that both Miles and Erica are watching me with curious expressions. I wonder how much they've seen and heard. Hopefully not enough to make them suspicious. And if they are suspicious, I may have to think of an inconspicuous way to get the focus off me.

“Can I help you?” I ask them wryly, staring back just as curiously. They exchange glances, and then Erica picks up the menu and shakes her head in slow motion. Miles looks around for a few moments and offers me a sly smile. “This isn’t the sortof establishment you normally enjoy. Now that you know the women are safe, we can leave if you want to."

All eyes are now on me as I stare at him, slightly confused and annoyed. Why would he even make a suggestion like that? I don't want to leave. There is nowhere I'd rather be right now than here. Which is actually ridiculous. I have several contracts to read over, two calls to make to Japan about another deal, and some trades to put on the docket for Monday morning. I have a feeling a certain niche paint manufacturer is going to blow up in the next couple of weeks, and I want to make sure I’m invested before the collaboration deal with a major hardware store is announced.

“What do you mean leave? We just got here.” I look at him like he’s crazy. "Why would we leave? I'm hungry. And I have more than forty dollars to pay for a meal. And we know these two can eat a horse." I look over at Sabrina and smirk. She’s glaring at me, her big green eyes like spitfires. Her lips are ravishing, but seem to have doubled in size since I last saw her.

"Did you get stung?" I ask her, frowning slightly. Her lips, though juicy-looking, are oddly proportioned right now.

"No. I didn't. And what do you mean we can eat a horse?"

"I'm just saying that you and Erica have healthy appetites. A man needs more than $40 to feed you." I chuckle. “You don't want me to leave, do you?” The words hang between us for a few moments.

“Yes, I would,” she says, eyes still flashing. “Very much so.”

“What fun would that be, though?” I grin at her. Her cheeks are rosy, her long hair shining in the artificial light. She looks stunning, ravishing even.Get your mind out of the gutter, Wes.

“I don’t know that it will be fun with you here. It would probably be more fun watching paint dry than sitting here next to you at dinner.” She smiles sweetly. "Or I could be watching ants walk across the street. That would also be more fun."

Not more fun than sucking my cock. Or sitting on my face.

"Why are you smirking like that?" she asks, frowning. "That wasn't a compliment."

I wonder if she'd frown if I slipped my fingers under her skirt to check if she had on any panties. If I made her come right here on that seat.

"Wes, why are you chuckling?" She snaps her fingers in front of my face. She is certainly feeling comfortable around me again. Which I'm glad for.

"You don't want to know, doll." I look down at her legs and back into her eyes. "I was just thinking of ways I could make my company more attractive to you than watching paint dry."

"You can't," she retorts quickly, but I see the dark red hue spreading up her neck.

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