Page 9 of The Broke Billionaires Club
“It’s starting to sound like you think I would be a selfish pig in the bedroom.” When she lifted her shoulders as if to say, ‘if the shoe fits,’ his eyes lit up with an idea. “I think I should get the opportunity to prove otherwise.” He patted the bed beside him in silentinvitation.
She scoffed and shook her head at his outlandish suggestion. Continuing to plead his case, he added, “It sounds like you have been getting your ideas of billionaire sexy-time skills solely fromFifty Shades of Grey.” She shook her head, even though she knew his assessment was spot-on.
He gave her a look to let her know he was aware that his guess was accurate, but didn’t call her out on it. “On behalf of all of the other poor billionaires out there, I would like the chance to prove that we aren’t all control freaks. In fact, I pride myself on being a generous, givinglover.”
She could feel her heart rate quickening at the thought of him giving her pleasure over and over again. She focused on deepening her breaths, which had become unnaturally shallow. As she worked to calm the outward signs of her arousal, something he said finally dawned on her. “Poor billionaires?” she asked him. “That’s a bit of an oxymoron isn’tit?”
“Not at all,” he responded immediately. “Very wealthy people can buy anything they want,” hestarted.
“Right,” she interrupted as if he had just made herpoint.
“But,” he held up a finger to let her know he wasn’t finished, “we are often broke in the assets that truly matter… love, companionship, affection, time, intimacy, emotional attachment. All the money in the world can’t buy thosethings.”
She hadn’t ever really thought about it that way. It would be tough to never really know who liked you for you, rather than your money. She was sure there were plenty of users out there, who would be more than willing to take advantage of Trey’s money. She could see the potential for it to be a lonely existence. In the big scheme of things, too much money would be a decent problem to have, so she didn’t want to let him feel too sorry for himself. Sticking out her plump lip, she said, “Poor billionaires have it sorough.”
He guffawed with laughter at her silly response. “It’s really awful,” he joked with her. “We have even formed a support group. It’s called the Broke BillionairesClub.”
“So sad.” She feignedsympathy.
“You common folk just don’t understand the woes of having more money than you know what to do with,” he said as he swooped a strong arm out and pulled her into hisbed.
“Yeah, that’s a problem I’ve never had to deal with,” she admitted, enjoying the feeling of being cradled once more in hisarms.
“I can’t tear my eyes away from that cupcake container,” he rumbled near her ear. “Hand it over,” he joked when she lifted it up just out of hisreach.
“You’re worse than a kid,” she reprimanded him, even though she secretly enjoyed having him so excited about tasting one of her baked goods. She hoped he would likeit.
He stretched and grabbed the box from her hand and tore into it. If the groaning noises he was emitting were any indication, he was a huge fan of her cupcake. “This is so delicious,” he raved around a mouthful of the treat, making herbeam.
He scarfed down the entire thing and was licking off his fingers when he commented, “That has to be one of the best cupcakes I’ve ever had, and I’m a bit of a cupcakesnob.”
“Really?” She wanted him to goon.
“It had just the right amount of frosting and the cake practically melted in my mouth.” She liked having him brag on her baking skills. “I bet your bakery is the hottest spot in town,” heguessed.
“Well––” She didn’t want to admit to him that her business was barely scraping by. She finally settled on, “It pays thebills.”
“If I lived here, I would be there every day,” he praised her. “It’s so much better than the horrid hospital food they serve here. Even the premium meals leave a lot to be desired,” herevealed.
She tried not to flinch at how much the ‘premium’ meals must cost. She wanted to tell him that she would appreciate him holding down the costs of this hospital stay as much as possible, but she doubted he would have any idea how to go about doing that. Super wealthy people didn’t understand the daily struggle that money could be for the average person, but she refused to let him pay for an accident that had been her fault, no matter how wealthy he was. She had more pride thanthat.
Broaching the subject another way, she asked, “When will you be able to get out ofhere?”
“My doctors said I’m a little banged up and I’ll probably be sore for a few days, but nothing is broken, so they are planning to release me today,” he smiled, totally proud ofhimself.
His use of the plural word ‘doctors’ was concerning, but she tried not to let it show. The financial implications of him being able to leave today were a huge relief, but her heart weighed heavily in her stomach at the thought of him leaving town today. It was probably best for him to go before she became any more attached,though.
