Page 49 of Billionaire Romance

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Sally

"You have what?" Iris shrieks in my ear.

I cringe. "A blind date for Valentine’s Day. Only it's not so blind anymore, because we just met and we're going out for drinks later."

"Oh. My. Fucking. God," Iris says. "How did this happen?"

I tell her.

"Seriously, Sal, this could only happen to you."

"I know, right?"

She sighs. "Get your ass over here, I have to fix you."

"What do you mean?"

"You're going out to drinks with a blind date. You hate blind dates, so that means he was probably super-hot and charming, and none of your clothes are remotely sexy enough for this, so you're going to have to borrow mine."

"My clothes are fine, Ri," I say, rolling my eyes.

"They're really, really not. Get over here. I want more details anyway."

I can't help laughing. She's going to win either way, because if I refuse she'll just show up at my apartment with the clothes that she wants me to wear and I'll have to try them on anyway. "Fine. I'll be there soon."

Iris already has a glass of wine in her hand when she opens the door. "Spill."

"Maybe let me get through the door first?"

"The toll to get through the door is to tell me how fucking hot this guy is."

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. Because to try to describe Eric Marshall like that would be almost impossible. When I heard him yelling, I was wary, but I think that if I was stuck in an office dealing with emergency after emergency that could impact the future of my company, I might yell at someone for not doing their job too. And then he was charming and I keep feeling the way butterflies started whirling in my stomach when he kissed my cheek, and the way his green eyes seemed to see all of me.

I think I'm blushing, and Iris shrieks and does a little dance. "Holy shit, you can't even talk!" She grabs my hand and pulls me through the door. "Who is he? What's his name?"

"Eric Marshall," I say, pulling out my phone. "And I don't have to tell you how hot he is. I'll be able to show you."

I know that he's been on a whole bunch of magazine covers, and even in a couple of editorial fashion shoots that featured the CEOs of major companies. There's a picture of him soaking wet in a white t-shirt that practically had me drooling, because I looked up these photos on the cab ride here. The photos of him without a shirt make me want to peel him out of his suit and do dirty, dirty things to him.

Not that I would really know how to do that. But I can pretend. I hold out the phone for Iris's inspection.

"Oh my God," she says. "I think I just orgasmed looking at him. That's your blind date? You won the fucking blind date lottery, Sal."

"Yeah," I say. "No kidding."

"Okay," she says. "This changes everything. I was going to make you look good before, but now I'm going to make you look fuckingsexy."

I laugh. "I'm not sure that's possible, but I'll let you try."

"When I'm done with you," she says, "there's not a man in the world who won't want to fuck you."

My mouth drops open. "Iris, I'm not exactly sure that's what I want."

"Please," she begs, pulling me into her room. "You know I've been dying to do this and there's not going to be a better time than when you're going out with someone that hot!"

I sigh. "Fine, but I've already tried like a million things on today looking for this outfit. Please don't make me try on your entire closet."

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