Page 77 of Billion Dollar Mistake

I smile around my bottle as I sip.

“Filthy animal. I knew it,” Chelsea adds, walking into the kitchen and grabbing some cookies.

I grab one after a few more grapes. I’m going to train and then visit my parents before Jeremy picks me up at six tonight for dinner…then strip poker.

“I’m jealous of you girls. I would do anything for a single kiss right now.” Summer sulks.

“Not desperate, are you?” Chelsea teases. “Even though my relationship is so boring. I have to turn sex down with Bobby now.”

“No!” I shrill.

I couldn’t think of ever turning down Jeremy. If anything, I want more. I can’t get enough of him or the vision of him on his knees licking me while I lay on his bed this morning until I came. Then he took me into his shower, but he had to leave for an emergency call. There was a security threat at his Manhattan Hospital.

She nods. “Yup. It’s so forced. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“It’s not you. It’s him,” Summer snaps. She takes a seat with us at the table.

“If you’re not happy you should leave,” I add.

“I am happy,” she replies.

Her tone doesn’t convince any of us.

“Anyway, enough about me and my boring sex life. Tell us more about the mystery guy.”

“Okay, well, I got a text from a wrong number. His. We talked and he’s funny and easy on the eyes.”

“Ugh. He’s hot, isn’t he?” Summer asks.

“Very. Like way out of my league.”

“Pfft. He’s lucky to have you,” Chelsea argues.

I smile. “Thanks, Chels.”

“He's crazy rich. His house is incredible,” I say.

“I get the feeling you’re already wanting to move in,” Summer says with a laugh.

“For his kitchen and bookshelves alone, yes. I can imagine cooking in it overlooking the city every day.”

“What does he do?” Chelsea asks, fascinated.

“Owns a chain of hospitals,” I say.

Summer whistles. “When’s he taking you out again?”

“This afternoon.”

“Damn girl. He’s not messing around,” Summer adds.

I laugh.

“Will you stay over again?” Chelsea asks.

I hesitate.

I want to…

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