Page 57 of Billionaire Romantic
“Wow what.” I’m in a terrible mood. I put my briefcase on the table and open it.
“Since no one’s heard from you since Friday night and since you look like…”
“Like what?” I grumble.
“Like your dry spell has finally been thoroughly quenched?—”
“How the fuck would you know either way.” It’s more of a dismissive hiss than a question.
Colton is barely able to disguise his glee. “There are clues.”
“Like what?”
“Your eyes are bloodshot and your hair’s messed up.”
I impatiently smooth it into place.
“And your tie isn’t tied.”
I look down. “Shit.” I’ve been so distracted I forgot to tie it, but I do it now.
“I’m guessing the date with Ms. Irish went well.” More smirking.
I have a bizarre urge to punch my brother in the face. He’s joking, bantering like he always does. But her name has become sacred to me.It’s fuckingmine.
I glare at him with my fists clenched.
Colton laughs and holds up his palms. “Dude. Okay. Chill.”
“What happened?” Cash asks.
I don’t answer. Trying to explain whathappenedwould be like trying to explain the Theory of Relativity to a three-year-old. But, actually, all three of my brothers probably have a clue as to how I’m feeling right about now. Because they’ve all been through it.
“You can’t just give us zero details,” Colton protests. “We’re invested.”
I debate downplaying it, finally settling on, “It went well.”
Colton’s eyebrows lift. “How well?”
“Verywell.”
“Hallelujah, he finally got laid,” Colton rejoices.
I take a step toward him and he darts around the table, dodging me. “I’mhappyfor you, bro. And you’re welcome, for your favorite brother’s intervention.”
“Don’t force me to rearrange your face, Colton.”
“I’m surprised your mood hasn’t improved,” he laughs. “Did she look as good as her photo?”
A vision of her on the bed, her flaxen hair cascading in waves over the pillow, her eyes so blue and her pink mouth swollen from my greedy kisses, takes over my entire brain. “She looked so much better than that.”
My brothers exchange a look at the naked longing in my voice.
“She must be something special if you spent the whole weekend with her,” Cash says.
“She is.”She really, really is. And now I don’t know where she is and I don’t even know her real name. How the fuck did I let that happen?
“No wonder you don’t want to be here,” Colton grins. “I bet she’s waiting for you at your apartment right now.”
