Page 36 of The Billionaire's Secret
"Cold," Isla interjects.
"Hard," Amelie adds.
Summer wriggles around and makes herself comfortable, "You know… You turned up unannounced at my wedding as my father’s wife, someone I never knew existed. And you were perfectly turned out, designer clothes and all."
"I prefer to be well-dressed. What’s wrong with that?" I scowl.
"Not a thing." Summer looks me up and down. "Bet, that’s what turns Saint on. Bet he wants to mess you up."
I flush, "Maybe." I glance between them, "What are you guys thinking?"
"I think," Amelie sits up on her knees, "you’re going about this all wrong."
"I am?"
"You went in and asked him outright. Guys don’t respond well to that."
"And what do you know about that?" Isla teases. "You, who haven’t had a steady boyfriend in forever."
Amelie doesn’t miss a beat, "I am not the one in question here… Also, I’ve observed human behavior up close."
"You're a pastry chef," Isla snorts.
"Exactly." Amelie's lips curve. "I've seen humans naked and vulnerable. Not literally," she hastens to add, "but you ever observe people enjoying their dessert? They let their guards down, and tune in to their baser instincts. You can tell a lot about a man by the way he eats his pudding."
Isla makes a gagging sound. "PJ. PJ," she singsongs.
"PJ?" I frown.
"Poor joke," she clarifies.
Amelie reddens. "Uh, that's not what I mean."
Summer chuckles. "Sure, you did."
"Okay so it came out all wrong, but you get me, right?" Amelie waves a hand in the air.
I take in her scarlet features. A smile trembles on my lips.
"Anyway, don’t mock it until you try it." Amelie turns to me, "As I was saying..."
"Yes?"
"I think you should make Saint jealous." Her eyes gleam, "Very jealous."
9
I am an odd number. Take away a letter and I become even. What number am I?
Answer: Seven
Saint
The music reverberates from the walls of the nightclub. The blonde leans in and shoves her ample bosom into my face.
I glance down her neckline, yawn.
She grabs a cushion from the next chair, slaps it to the floor between my legs, then drops to her knees. She lowers the zipper on my pants and my dick springs free.
