Page 30 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

“What can I say? I’m just an eligible bachelor, who every woman wants.”

“Oh, yeah. You’re so eligible.”

“What?” He shrugs. “I can’t help it.”

“Whatever, Wes Carrington. You think that just because you’re rich and handsome, you can have any woman you want.”

“I mean, I don’t know aboutanywoman I want,” he says softly as he sips his champagne. “Mmm, it’s good,” he says, licking his lips. “Aren’t you going to have any?”

My throat is parched.

“Go on. Don’t be scared. Take a sip.”

“I’m not scared of drinking champagne,” I say, as I move the glass closer to my lips.

“In fact,” he says, “you know what?”

“What?” I say as I’m about to sip my champagne.

He leans forward and whispers in my ear, “I would quite like to see you licking that champagne off my cock.”

He says the words right as I take a sip, and I sputter the champagne everywhere.

He throws his head back, laughing.

“That’s disgusting! You’re a pig!” I glare at him, and he hands me a napkin.

“What? I’m just saying that’s what Rudolpho would have wanted if he were here.”

“You are…” I glare at him. “You’re just too much. You know that, right?”

“Am I too much or too little?” He bites down on his lower lip. “I mean, not that you’ll ever know.”

“Not that I want to know,” I say, but I can’t help but think of his cock now. Is he big?

“I’m sorry,” he says, as he hands me the napkin. “I shouldn’t have been so uncouth. It was rude of me. I was just letting you know how the rest of your date with Rudolpho would have gone."

“You don’t have to apologize to me,” I say. “I’m sure that’s how you get your billion women.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say a billion.” He shrugs. “Maybe a million.” He smirks then and takes another sip of his champagne. "What can I say? I like the life I live."

"Oh, I'm sure you do. You don’t even know how to spoil a woman, do you?”

“If I wanted to, I’m sure I could figure it out. But,” he says softly, “why would I bother? I’m enjoying the status quo of everything right now. Aren’t you enjoying your life?”

“Oh, yeah, that’s why I’m sitting here in a restaurant next to you, five minutes after my date left with his friend. Ten minutes after they told us they wanted to have a couple swap, which obviously, we didn’t want to do. So, yeah, this is the night of my life.”

He shrugs. “Well, can’t say I didn’t warn you.” He looks so smug that I want to wipe the satisfied grin off his face.

“You really think you’re the bees’ knees, don’t you?”

“I mean, my mom thinks I’m perfect.”

“Oh, you would just make the perfect husband for someone,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“I think I would,” he says. “I’d whisk them off to Paris, have expensive dinners…” He grins. “What is it that you women like? Long walks on the beach?”

“What’s that? Your personal ad?”

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