How To Catch A Billionaire (The Full Series) (3 page)

“No bra?” I screeched. “Are you joking?”

“Sarah, this is New York. And this top is too low-cut to look good with a bra.”

“I don’t wanna be popping out, Jane.” I pleaded with her. “It’s not like I am flat chested.”

“It’ll be fine, Sarah.” She laughed. “Change now and I’ll do your makeup and hair.”

I groaned and changed quickly. I looked at myself in the mirror and flushed. My boobs looked huge in the top and the cut made it look like they could pop out at any time.

“Sexy.” She grinned at me. “Plus, you know he’ll eat it up. You’ll drive him crazy with desire and have him begging you for another date.”

“Ha.” I laughed but something in me clicked. It would be nice to have Bradley wanting me. That would teach him. He was so cocky and full of himself. I’d have some fun with him tonight, make him think he was going to get some and then go home. That would show him. I laughed again, this time with a lot more joy. “Okay, make me up, Jane.”

She squealed with delight and ran to get her flatiron and makeup kit. By the time she was done with me, I looked like a sleek blonde bombshell. “You look amazing, Sarah.” She grinned. “He is going to be eating out of your hands.”

“Yeah.” I frowned and looked at my phone. “But he hasn’t called me yet. Maybe he changed his mind?”

Jane shook her head. “He’ll call.” And then as if on cue, my phone rang.

“Hello,” I answered the phone sounding bored, though my heart was beating with a strange excitement. I tried to ignore the feeling.

“Sarah?”

“Bradley?”

“Yes.” He chuckled. “It’s Bradley.”

“Can I help you?” I spoke in a prim voice and Jane looked at me oddly.

“Meet me in the Village at Bucks.” He didn’t ask so much as order me.

“Ok.” I had no idea where it was but I figured I could look it up on Yelp.

“When can you be there?”

“In an hour.” I figured that is how long the trains would take to get me out of Brooklyn and into Manhattan.

“Okay. I’ll see you there.” And he hung up. I took the phone away from my ear annoyed. I couldn’t stand it when guys were abrupt with me. Who did he think he was? I was even more determined to be a big tease and then leave him.

“Are you guys still going out?” Jane questioned me.

“Yeah. I’m meeting him in the city. Help me look up the place.” We went over to my laptop and pulled up the address on Yelp.

“Wow, swanky,” Jane commented as we looked at the photos and reviews. “That’s a nice place for a first date. I don’t know many guys that would take me there.” She sighed wistfully.

“Yeah, me either.” I didn’t bother adding on that most guys we dated were too young to even consider going for a drink at someplace that didn’t have dollar beers. “Anyway, I better go. I’ll see you later.” I gave her a quick hug and rushed out of the door.

I arrived at Bucks an hour and half later. The A train had been delayed and I hadn’t known how else to get there. I ran from the subway to Bucks and arrived extremely out of breath. I looked around when I walked in and saw Bradley sitting in a booth with a hot blonde. She looked like a model and I studied her jealously. I knew I was cute but I was never going to be a model. She started laughing at something Bradley said and reached her hand over to touch his arm. Surprisingly, he removed her hand from his arm and shifted away from her slightly. I was surprised. I would have thought he would have been all over the lady. I studied him from where I stood, he was wearing jeans and a white shirt and in the dark light, he looked younger than I remembered. He looked up, saw me then, and called me over. I walked slowly blown away by the warm smile he had given me when he saw me.

He stood up and looked me up and down before giving me a hug. “You look good enough to eat,” he whispered in my ear as he held me close to him. I felt my breasts pushed against the hardness of his chest and enjoyed the warmth of his body next to mine.

“You look like you are well occupied.” I gave him a tight smile as I withdrew from him reluctantly.

“Sarah, meet Alexandria. Alexandria, meet Sarah.” He introduced me to the model and I smiled at the lady, who just looked me up and down dismissively and then stood up. She reached over and kissed Bradley on the cheek. “Call me,” she said to him and then walked away. I watched her go, happy to be alone with Bradley.

“What would you like to drink, Sarah?” Bradley called over a waiter and ordered himself a scotch on the rocks.

“Uhm, Malibu Sprite, please.” I ordered a drink, even though I had told myself that I wasn’t going to drink that evening.

“So Sarah, are you going to tell me what you do at Zoom?” He smiled at her softly and adjusted his position in the seat so that his thigh was resting against mine.

“No.” I smiled at him sweetly and attempted to move away from him.

“Ok.” He smiled. “So what shall we talk about?” He moved closer to me once again and I felt him running his fingers up and down my thigh.

“You decide. You invited me.” I put my hand down on his to stop him from trailing it up and down my leg. I was starting to enjoy the feel of it too much and I didn’t want to let him think he could get whatever he wanted from me.

“So, tell me about yourself,” he whispered in my ear. I jumped when I felt his tongue slide in and out of my ear canal.

“Uhm, what are you doing?” I looked at him in shock, though I was starting to feel turned on.

“I just wanted to see if your ear was as sweet as your mouth.” He grinned at me and I felt butterflies shoot through my stomach.

“That’s not really appropriate is it?” I looked at him sternly.

“We’re both adults, right?” He grinned at me and started running his fingers up and down my thigh again. He looked into at my face and then deliberately let his gaze fall to my heaving breasts. “You have beautiful breasts.” He licked his lips. “Are they real?”

“Of course they’re real,” I shot out. “What do you think I am? A two-bit Barbie?”

“They just don’t look very real.” His voice was even as he looked at her. “Sorry.”

“What do you mean they don’t look real?” I frowned at him and looked down at my chest.

“They just seem too big and perfect to be real.” His voice held doubt. “I mean, I’ve seen plenty of breasts and these look fake to me.”

“Well, I can inform you that they are real.” I glared at him.

“Well, if you let me do the touch test, I can verify that.”

“The what?” I squinted at him. Did this guy think I was a fool?

“The touch test.” He leaned in close to me and slid his hand up my stomach and held it still just under my breast. “You see you can always feel if breasts are real or fake.” He slid his hand up so that it was cupping my breast. I gasped and stared into his eyes, mesmerized by his gaze and how good his hands felt on me. “Real breasts have a droop to them and,” he paused and pinched my nipple, which made me gasp, “when you pinch a real nipple the woman feels it.” His hand left my breast and he smiled. “I guess you were right and your breasts are real.”

I came out of my reverie and slapped him across the face. “How dare you manhandle me like that?” I glared at him. “I don’t know what sort of whores you normally go for drinks with but I’m not one of them.”

He looked back at me silently but his eyes were glowing with mirth. “Sorry.” He picked up my hand and kissed it softly. “I’ll not touch them without permission again.”

“Good.” I sat back and crossed my legs. I could feel that my panties were moist and I rearranged my legs again. Bradley had made me horny and now all I could think about were his hands on my thighs again.

“So maybe you can decide what we talk about then?” His voice was low and I had a feeling he was laughing at me.

“Why don’t you tell me what you do for a living?” I looked at him curiously.

“A bit of this and a bit of that.”

“Great answer.” I sighed. He was really starting to irritate me and I couldn’t stop thinking about his hands on me.

“So when did you graduate from college, Sarah?”

“Why?”

“I was wondering how old you were?” He smiled. “It might help me understand why you are so skittish.”

“I’m not skittish.” I glared at him.

“Most women I date are happy to feel my touch.” His mouth came down on mine and he kissed me again. I kept my mouth closed at first but as I felt his tongue slip into my mouth, I opened it up and kissed him back with as much passion as I could. I got lost in the moment and pushed myself into him, running my hands over his chest and allowing his hands to roam all over my back. When we eventually separated, he looked at me and grinned. “I guess you showed me.”

I laughed at the look on his face. He was gorgeous. When again would I have the chance to hook up with someone so handsome? I thought back to my plan to tease him and then leave but realized that was something an immature person would do. Every fiber in my body was telling me to sleep with him. To have a one-night stand with him. I’d never have to see him again.

“I guess I did.” Without thinking, I pushed him back into the chair and leaned in to kiss him again. This time I didn’t hold back at all and allowed my hands to run down his jeans and over his crotch. I grinned as I felt his intake of breath. I may be young and slightly inexperienced but I wasn’t a prude. I’d watched plenty of movies to have a few tricks up my sleeves. When I eventually pulled back, Bradley looked at me with eyes full of lust.

“Spend the night with me,” he whispered in my ears. “Let me ravish you.”

I leaned back and looked at him, unsure of what to say. He could sense my hesitation and leaned in towards me. “Let me show you what it’s like to sleep with a man, and not a boy.” He took my hand and guided it to his jeans and rested it on his crotch. “Let me show you how a man can fuck you.” I gasped at his words and involuntarily grabbed his cock. It was hard beneath my touch. It felt hard and thick and long through his jeans and I felt my body melting inside. He was right about one thing. The guys I had been with before had just been boys; nothing about them had been particularly exciting. This man had me feeling wetter and hornier from a kiss than I’d had ever felt before in my life. I closed my eyes and made a decision.

“Okay.” I opened my eyes and looked at him. “I’ll spend the night with you.”

Chapter 4

As soon as I had spoken, Bradley had dropped some money on the table and jumped up, pulling me with him. We walked out of the bar without saying a word and Bradley hailed a cab. We sat in the car in silence. Bradley played with my hair and I wondered if I was doing the right thing. I’d never had a one-night stand before. I didn’t know what was expected or if I was experienced enough to satisfy him. The buzz I’d had gotten from my drink was long gone and now I wondered if I had jumped into something I shouldn’t have.

Bradley seemed to have read my mind because he pulled me in close for an embrace and I melted against his lips, once again feeling overcome by lust as I felt his tongue in my mouth. I didn’t even realize that we had arrived at his apartment until he pulled me out of the cab. I followed behind him in a daze and we locked lips again as soon as we got to his elevator. When we got to his floor, I realized he lived in the penthouse apartment. I wanted to ask him what he did for a living; he had to be pretty rich if he lived in a penthouse in Manhattan.

“Wow, this is beautiful,” I spoke breathlessly while looking around. His place was huge. Probably bigger than any houses I’d been in. And the view was amazing. “This is gorgeous.” I paused to look at him. “What do you do, Bradley?”

“Shh.” He placed a finger over my lips and pulled me towards him, crushing my breasts into his chest. I let his lips silence me. I didn’t really want to know what he did. I didn’t want to know him as more than a moody man that I slept with once. I had a habit of getting too emotionally connected to guys. The less I knew the better. “Open your eyes.” He pulled away from me and stared deeply into my eyes. “I want you to know exactly who is making love to you tonight.”

“Uhm, don’t you mean fucking me?” The words tripped out of my mouth carelessly, feeling coarse and vulgar.

“I don’t fuck Sarah. I make love.” His voice was low and smooth. “I make sweet gentle love.” I stared at him in awe as he put one of my fingers into his mouth and sucked on it. I swear I nearly came right then and there.

“Uh, ok.” I couldn’t think of any smart retort. All I wanted was to be in this man’s bed.

“Come.” He led me into a huge room, it was bigger than my whole apartment, and picked me up. I wriggled in his arms, embarrassed because I knew I was no lightweight. “Stop moving.” He plopped me down on the bed and sat next to me then pulled his shirt off. I gulped as I stared at his chest. It was smooth and toned with a small scar by his bellybutton. I looked at it in amazement. I think I must have looked at it for too long because he grabbed my chin and pulled my face up. “What are you staring at?”

“Your scar,” I breathed. “Not because it’s repulsive or anything,” I spoke quickly not wanting him to feel bad. “It’s actually quite beautiful.”  I laughed uncomfortably as his eyes glazed over. I could feel my body heating up at his stare and I moved around on the bed.

“That’s one of the nicest compliments I’ve ever gotten.” He smiled at me. The first genuine smile he’d ever given me. “You are quite the woman, Sarah Smith.”