Page 53 of Billionaire Bachelor
“Maybe?” She shivers as my fingers skate down her arm.
Fuck. I can’t get over how responsive she is. If I wasn’t already obsessed with this woman, that would be the clincher.
“Maybe?” I repeat. “Care to elaborate?”
She nibbles her lip for a moment before replying. “Dear god, I can’t believe I’m about to admit this, but it’s you, so here I go.” Rosie takes a breath and blows it out. “Back in college…I was invited to a few parties that got pretty wild. People would start going at it, not caring who was watching them. It honestly seemed like they were extra enthusiasticbecausethey had an audience. I couldn’t imagine putting myself on display like that or sharing partners for that matter. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with either, provided everyone consents, it’s just not for me. But…um, I really enjoyedthe watchingpart of it. I think I mightstillenjoy that. You know, assuming the people involved wanted tobewatched. I mean…I’m a big fan of internet porn, so what’s the difference, right?”
Rosie’s cheeks are even more flushed now, and her eyes are filled with an electric curiosity. Even in this dim lighting, I can clearly see her excitement. Fuck me, I’m in trouble. Never in a million years would I have guessed that Rosie’s had a voyeurism kink.
And quite conveniently, so do I.
This could befun.
The thought of taking her to a club…holding her and teasing her as we watchedotherpeople get off…yeah, I could easily get onboard with that. My god, the sex would be out of this world once I whisked her away to somewhere more private.
My lips curve into a crooked grin. “Interesting.”
“Interesting?” she repeats mockingly. “I share something with you that I’ve never told anyone—not even Sylvie—and all you have to say isinteresting?!” Rosie licks her lips, drawing my gaze to them.
“No, that’s notallI have to say.” I shake my head. “First, I appreciate you trusting me with that. Second, we’re definitely circling backto the internet porn topic later. And third, I’ll give youtwothings I’ve never told anyone—not even Ryan.”
Her brows lift in an ‘I’m waiting’gesture.
“Wow. Tough audience.” I laugh. “Okay, here goes. This place—the Gilded Dagger—I’m a silent investor, which is how I knew about it in the first place. Killian—a friend of mine from Stanford—was a little short on capital, so he came to me with a proposal. With their target clientele, it had the potential to earn big returns, so it didn’t take much to convince me, despite the fact that I’ve never had any interest in business outside of tech or real estate. The steakhouse and club owners are Killian’s best friends, so as a perk, I have unlimited access to all three establishments, and I get to bring along a guest. Usually, their members have to go through an intense vetting process and pay exorbitant fees, so it’s a rather nice incentive. Ironically, I’ve never taken advantage of it before tonight. I’ve met Killian down here a few times outside of business hours, but I’ve never been while they were open.”
“How come?”
“That’s secret number two.” I wink, motioning for her to come closer before leaning into her ear. “You see, Pip, Ialsoenjoy watching.” I smile as she sucks in a breath. “It’s not a driving need, mind you. I wouldn’t go to a place like that by myself just to watch. But…ifyouever wanted to check it out, I’d be more than happy to take you. You see, I haven’t told any of my friends about the Gilded Dagger because I didn’t want to tell them about the club connected to it. I guess I wanted to keep the option open to bringa special guestalong if I ever decided to cash in on my free membership.”
She pulls back just enough to look me in the eye. “I feel like I’m missing some key information. I know for a fact you used to hang out with people who are into the club lifestyle, because my agency has had to cover some of their asses on a few incidents that went viral. Why wouldn’t you want your friends to know about the club?”
Oh, Rosie, Istillhang with people who are into kinkclubs—namely, your brother—but I’m not about to bring him into this conversation.
“That doesn’t mean I have any interest in frequenting sex clubs with them.” I rub a hand over my beard. “In fact, that’s something I’veneverdone and have zero intention ofeverdoing.”
She appears to be mulling that over. “Huh.”
I narrow my eyes. “Rosie, why do I feel like you have some preconceived notion of what my sex life looked like before you came along?”
“Maybe I do.” She takes a sip of her drink. “I’d say it’s more of an educated guess considering you’ve spent several years living your best Hollywood life, never dating the same person for more than a few months. Part of my job is to know all the dark and dirty details of whatreallygoes on in VIP sections, or at wrap parties and whatnot. But I’m certainly not judging you for it, Logan. Quite frankly, I’m reaping the benefits. You’re very good at all the sexing.”
“I’m glad you think so.” I chuckle. “But your job also tells you reality isn’t necessarily as scandalous as a strategically angled photo might suggest, right?”
“Right,” she concedes.
“There you go.” I point at her. “I haven’t always been a saint, Pip, but I don’t fuck for sport. Before Tahoe, I hadn’t slept with anyone in over seven months. People might assume certain things, but I’venevershared details about my sex life, not even with my best friend. And whenever Iwasdating a woman, I made damn sure we were on the same page from day one. Those relationships were so brief because that’s all they were ever meant to be.”
“And me?” she asks. “You said in Tahoe that you’re all-in with this. What exactly does that mean?”
“Oh, Rosie, I don’t think you’re ready to hear exactly what that means.”
“Try me.”
She’s throwing down the gauntlet, which is sexy as fuck. But as bold as she’s being right now, I also know she’s vulnerable because ofwhat that prick Julian did to her. The truth is I wantevery-fucking-thingfrom Rosie, but until she’s ready to tell her family about us, I know she doesn’t fully trust I won’t break her heart. Which means I need to work harder toshow herthat her heart is safest with me, andthenI’ll be happy to give her the words along with it.
“How about this?” I brush a piece of hair behind her ear. “Why don’tyoutellmewhere you’d like our evening to go from here? Whatever you want to do, I’m in. You just need to say the words.”
Rosie’s big brown eyes bounce between mine. I can practically see the thoughts racing through her mind, ping-ponging off each other, weighing all the options and possible conclusions. I remain silent, slowly rubbing my thumb against her thigh as she deliberates. I know the moment she makes a decision because those beautiful eyes of hers are filled with curiosity, but also a heavy dose of excitement.
