Page 386 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1
"Mhm. Well, I noticed that you look very strong."
He smiled. "Well, I can certainly pick you up."
That was the worst pick up line ever. I laughed awkwardly. "I bet. So, I'm supposed to see if you'll let me see your abs."
He raised his eyebrow. "Do you want to see my abs?"
No. I shrugged. "Are they worth seeing?"
"How about you tell me." He lifted up his shirt to reveal his perfectly sculpted torso. "What's the verdict?"
"I don't know if I can tell without touching them."
He laughed. "I don't bite. Well, sometimes I bite."
I internally rolled my eyes. Before I could chicken out, I put my hand out and brushed my fingers against his abs.
He grabbed my hand and pressed my palm firmly against his torso, moving my hand down to the waistline of his jeans.
I quickly pulled my hand away.
"How about we get out of here? I can make your last night as a single woman a night to remember."
"Thanks for the offer. But I really just had to touch your abs." I walked away without saying anything else. This was entirely inappropriate. I didn't want to be doing this. The thought of James running his hand along some random girl's stomach made me feel nauseous.
"You got really into that one," Marie said. "And I don't blame you. God, those abs are amazing."
"They weren't as nice as James'. Can we get going? I'm not feeling very well."
"That's because you need another drink." Melissa slid me a shot glass. There were at least a dozen on the table. I had a feeling they were playing a drinking game at my expense.
"Drink, drink, drink," Kendra said and slammed her fists on the table.
I quickly downed the shot and tried to ignore the burn down my throat. I was already tipsy. This was going to probably put me over the edge. I shook my head back and forth.
"Here," Marie said and slid a napkin with a penis cookie on it toward me.
I laughed. "I'm really not hungry."
"Okay, then that triggers number five. If Penny passes on the cookie, she needs to convince a guy at the bar to eat said cookie."
"I'll just eat it." I lifted up the cookie.
"No way, missy," Melissa said and grabbed my hand. "Number five has already been triggered. Who at the bar looks hungry for a penis?"
"How about that guy," Bee said. She was pointing to a guy in the corner with a plaid shirt and hipster glasses.
"Hipsters probably don't think it's cool to eat penis cookies."
Bee laughed. "I'm giving you an easy one. Hipsters will do anything to fit in. Just tell him eating normal shaped cookies is so cliché."
"Fine." I sighed and slid off my stool. God this was humiliating. I walked over to the hipster and took a seat next to him on the couch.
"Hey," he said as soon as I sat down. "Having a fun night?"
"Actually, it's been mortifying."
He laughed.
