Page 28 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

“I'm not leaving. I already spent twenty dollars on a pack of Magnums for tonight.” Steve's face is red. Before anyone else can respond, he starts rapping. “You know what I mean, man! I was just trying to get down, man. I wasn’t intending to marry no ho. This ain’t no show. This ain’tThe Bachelor. This is real life. This ain't my wife. Can the real Bad Boy Joe, please...”

“Enough!” Erica says, jumping up. “Just leave. You and your rapping both suck."

I look over at Rudolpho. “You can leave, as well. This date was a mistake.”

“What? We haven’t even had our cham-pan-ya. Dom Perignonnn in the house!”

I lick my dry, puffy lips. I want to cry. I’m so mortified and embarrassed that I don’t even know what else to say.

I’m grateful when Wes stands up, but when he walks over to Rudolpho and grabs him by the shoulder, I feel slightly turned on.

“The lady said the date was a mistake. I think it’s time to leave.”

“I'm not?—"

“I think the ladies have had enough of you and your friend tonight. Sabrina and Erica will have dinner with my brother and me tonight. And you two can go on your merry way. And I mean now.”

“I think this dude is trying to intimidate us,” Rudolpho says to Steve, who then stands up and flicks his long dreadlocks behind him. “Yo!” he says loudly. I watch as Wes looks at him with narrowed eyes.

“Yes?”

“I said, Yo, man. You can’t be coming in here talking to me like I’m some…”

“Enough,” Wes says. “Look, here’s fifty dollars.” He takes out some money from his wallet and hands it to Steve. “Be on your way.”

Rudolpho looks at the money in Steve's hand and shrugs. “Wanna go and grab some beers? Didn't want that stank pussy anyways.” He looks me up and down, and I recoil.

“Let’s bounce.” Steve nods. “Like I said, I wanted a good time, but these two ain't worth it."

“Leave.” Wes sounds angry, and Miles stands up, as well. Rudolpho and Steve both proceed to leave the restaurant, and I can feel my heart racing. What just happened?

“What the hell were you girls thinking?” Miles says, finally. “Also, what are you guys wearing?” He starts chuckling.

“Don’t!” Wes says as he sits back down and offers his brother a wide grin. “I already spoke to them about their outfits, and they didn’t want to listen.”

“I mean, it’s not like the outfits made tonight the worst night of our lives,” Erica says, laughing sheepishly. “It’s more that these guys are liars and they suck. Bad Boy Joe was not a celebrity at all." She looks slightly annoyed. "Hey, Miles, will you come with me to the front and see if we can get a private table?”

“Okay." He nods as he stands up, and they walk back to the front of the establishment. I sit there next to Wes, wondering what to say. Wondering if he remembers our last encounter. Wondering if he thinks I still want him.

“So, shall we drink the cham-pan-ya?” Wes gives me a wink as he holds up the bottle, and I just shake my head. I'm too embarrassed to drink anything right now. Wes's dark eyes are dancing as he stares at me as I shift in my seat. “That skirt too short or something?” he says, as he looks down at my legs.

“No, why do you ask?” I am way too self-conscious.

“Because you keep pulling it down, and I’m wondering if you're nervous I'm going to see your panties."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"I can't believe you just said that." My face is warm. Is he flirting with me? Trying to play games to see how I will react? Is this some sort of test? I was annoyed that he was trying to rile me up. I'm so annoyed that I want to wipe the smug look off his face.

"Said what? I merely inquired if you were nervous I was going to see your silky panties."

"Hmm." I move my lips toward his ear, and then I whisper softly, “You won’t be able to see my panties because I’m not wearing any.” I giggle slightly as I pull back. I stare into his shocked face and wink.

Take that, sucker!

It’s a lie, of course. There’s no way in hell I would go out wearing a miniskirt as short as this without underwear, but he doesn’t have to know that. Let him think I'm naked under this skirt.

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