Page 7 of Dirty Billionaire

So, perhaps that’s why I answered with, “You know exactly what I want.”

Ward was silent for a long moment while I’d pressed my eyes closed and cursed under my breath.

“I don’t know the rules of the game anymore. I was married...”

“I know.” I didn’t want to hear it.

“You have my number,” Ward replied, then after another moment of silence, he added, “I really enjoyed our time together.”

Click.

I dropped the phone from my ear and stood staring at my Christmas tree.

I enjoyed our fucking time together?

Was he serious? I’d almost handed myself to him on a silver platter and he’d hung up!

What did he call for? To leave a goddamn review?

Five stars. Enjoyed our time together.

Ugh.

Since then, I’d been so mad and cursed his name every time I removed my dildo from my drawer, thinking about him as I came.

Days later, on New Year's Eve, I met another man. James. He’s closer in age to me, with no children, and there’s no questioning his interest.

We kissed.

I enjoyed it, but it didn’t create the same kind of fireworks I shared with Ward. Still, I went on a few more dates with James, and then it seemed to fizzle out.

It was the night of the Super Bowl when I knew for sure James wasn’t the man for me. I’d been at my brother’s house. Every year I’d join Eric and his friends, drink horrible beer, and watch the game.

I might work for a charity, but I come from a wealthy family. Which means I have the luxury of a car and driver when I want. Hence, I drank way too much beer that night.

And accidentally rang Ward.

Accident.That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

“Penelope,” Ward answered in a purr.

I could hear he had the game on in the background and was with other people, then suddenly felt stupid. I hadn’t planned what I was going to say or thought about why I was ringing. I just wanted to hear his sexy voice.

Perhaps it was all the testosterone in the room and on the TV.

“I don’t know why I’m ringing.”

“Yes, you do,” Ward replied in his deep husky voice. My toes curled as the background noise grew quieter.

“Where are you?” Ward asked.

“My brother’s. Watching the game.” I hiccuped. “Oh god. I’m not that drunk. Just a little bit. Enough that we can pretend tomorrow, I didn’t call you.”

“I’m not going to forget.” He rasped.

My panties moistened, and I whacked my palm on my head. This was such a bad idea.

“Ugh, why is your voice so sexy?”

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