Page 35 of Kandi's Crush: A BWWM Sweet Billionaire Romance

Fantasizing about wanting him was fun. But now I was the next person on his sexual conquest list, and it intimidated me. I wouldn’t have the willpower to decline his advances.

He was a dangerous one for sure. I didn’t think he would intentionally hurt me, but I knew I would become caught in his trap. I needed to prepare myself for him to move on to another woman. I would keep my defenses up. If I didn’t, I’d end up fucked in more ways than one.

I crept back to the table with my legs tightly clamped together. I walked each grueling inch, acutely aware of the slickness between my folds. A sweet pulse radiated through my swollen, achy clit. For a second, I contemplated going back to the ladies’ room to remove my uncomfortably soaked panties.

My heart raced, and my mind clouded. All because Chadwick rubbed his cock against me.

It had taken little to convince Pierre to leave the ball. I’d blamed the early departure on tummy troubles. With an almost indecent level of enthusiasm, he’d offered to take me home. In another time and place, his indifference would have offended me.

Pierre had walked ten paces ahead of me through the ballroom. He’d avoided eye contact as a valet brought around his Mercedes-Benz sedan, and we’d driven to my apartment in silence. He’d dropped me off so unceremoniously that I’d half expected him to slow to a rolling stop so I could tuck and roll out of the car. He’d made no promises to see me again or even call. It was just as well. Why should he waste the energy?

Aside from being young and about to embark on our adult lives, we had little in common. He would travel around the country playing basketball and likely meeting basketball groupies, while I would be here working at the family business.

Tomorrow morning, my mother would call for a post-date run down. I didn’t look forward to letting her know that I wasn’t interested in Pierre. I expected a persuasive argument of why I should give him a third chance. I knew it would disappoint her to hear things didn’t work out, but she’d just have to get over it.

I took a deep breath while weighing the possibilities of what was about to happen. I may have been a virgin, but I was a smart woman. Chadwick didn’t invite me to his house simply for the pleasure of my company.

I was nervous but fully prepared to have a little fun with him. I had envisioned a hot make out session between the two of us on the sectional. I shivered at the thought of his hands on the back of my head, holding me firmly in place as his tongue explored my mouth. Maybe I’d let his hands roam over my fully clothed body.

In my mind, kissing and light petting was the extent of what I could offer. I couldn’t give much more than that.

At some point this evening, I would need to be honest about my virginity. That conversation would be awkward but he needed to know before we went too far. I was nervous that the confession would likely scare him off.

I reached into my closet and pulled out a Lululemon duffel bag and threw in a change of clothes. Damn it. I should have bought a few pieces of sexy lingerie. Chadwick was the type to like high-end lingerie made of silk or lace, not cotton Hello Kitty undies from Forever 21.

My phone buzzed with a text alerting me he was waiting for me in the parking lot. I peeked through the wooden blinds down to the parking lot below my apartment. He parked the black sports car next to my car, dwarfing the tiny blue Honda Civic. I replied that I would be down shortly.

The soft knock at the door startled me, and my heart rate skyrocketed. I forced myself not to race to the door, but my nerves had me fumbling to turn the locks.

He stood in the doorway, huffing and puffing. He’d unbuttoned the top two buttons of his linen dress shirt.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“I ran up the stairs before you could change your mind.” He laughed, but I knew he wasn’t kidding. He was serious which, in turn, shot my nerves into overdrive. I clutched the doorknob tighter, transferring all of the nervous energy to the hardware. I calmed down enough to wave him into the apartment.

“Welcome to Maison Alexander. Have a seat. I’ll finish packing.”

“A much different view than from the hallway.” His eyes roamed the small space. Nice. ?Very nice. The roses fit in well.” There were bouquet upon bouquet of roses placed throughout the tiny living room, my bedroom and even the bathrooms.

“Thank you again. The flowers are gorgeous.” I walked to the bedroom to continue packing, reaching into the linen closet and pulling out my toiletry bag. “Shoot! Where are my manners? Do you want anything to drink?” I called out. “I have water, soda, juice, um, almond milk. A digestif? There’s sherry and brandy.”

“No. I’m fine,” he said from behind me. Surprised, I spun to face him. This hot guy wasn’t just in my apartment, he was in my bedroom.

He fingered the small diamond pendant around my neck lightly, and the unexpected touch made me flinch. Locking me in his gaze, he tugged me tightly against him, and my entire body trembled in response.

“Hi, beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes heavy with longing.

“Um. Hi,” I replied, not sure what else to say. Jesus, Kandi. Could you at least try to not be so awkward?

He leaned in slowly, caressing my hair and kissing the hollow beneath my jaw. The days’ worth of stubble on his chin tickled the sensitive flesh. My head rolled back and forth and I squeezed my eyes shut as a small moan escaped my lips. He nipped my neck before popping off with a groan.

“We should leave,” he whispered with a hint of a growl. “Do you have everything?”

I responded with a slight nod. I couldn’t for the life of me remember what I’d just thrown into the duffle. I thought there were several pairs of panties and a camisole. I wasn’t sure what I would wear to sleep, but I decided it didn’t matter. I wasn’t attending a sleepover. Chadwick and I wouldn’t polish our nails, braid each other’s hair or have a pillow fight.

I didn’t think our sleepover would require clothing.

Chadwick

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