How To Catch A Billionaire (The Full Series) (8 page)

“Not all women care about that.” I sighed, suddenly overwhelmed with tiredness. “I want to go home. I’m sleepy.”

“Oh?” Harry looked at me in disappointment. “I was hoping we could spend the evening learning facts about each other for the weekend.”

“Tonight?” I groaned yawning.

“Well, we only have a few days until we leave and I know my family, they will smell a rat if we don’t seem to know anything about each other.

“I guess we can try.” I yawned again. “Though I may be asleep by the time we get back to Brooklyn.”

“Then let’s go to my place first.” He cocked his head and studied my face. “Okay?”

“Fine.” I yawned. “No funny business though.”

“I promise.” He grinned. “No funny business.”

“Fine, let’s go.” I jumped up and waited for him to pay the bill before we left. I was excited to be going back to his apartment again but didn’t want to question my excitement. A part of me was wondering if I was getting into something that was out of my depth but I ignored the voice warning me to tell him no to his plan. I figured nothing could really go wrong. It was my first real acting gig and he was paying me handsomely for it. Perhaps I’d even get a real role in a real movie after this. That would be amazing.

Chapter 8

“Would you like anything to drink?” Harry called out to me from his kitchen as I settled into his couch comfortably.

“No.” My voice was soft as I answered him. “I’m fine.” I closed my eyes and snuggled into the comfy pillows.

“Oh no you don’t, Sarah. Wake up.” He walked back into the room and I opened my eyes. I had to stop myself from jumping up as I ogled him. He had taken off his t-shirt and was bare-chested. I just wanted to touch him. He looked even more magnificent then I had remembered. More manly than any of the boys I had dated in college. Wowzers.

“Can we make this quick?” I snapped at him, mad at myself for feeling sexy thoughts about him, when he didn’t seem to be feeling torn by lust for me.

“Well we can if you have a good memory.”

“My memory is fine.” I decided to hold off on asking him he had onset dementia, just in case someone in his family did and it hit a raw nerve.

“Ok, so let’s start.” He settled into the couch, next to me and it was all I could do to not touch him. I wanted to stroke the hair on his chest to see if it felt as silky as I remembered. I flushed as I remembered what he had done to me in his bedroom and office. “Earth to Sarah.”

“Oh sorry. I think I drifted off to sleep,” I lied and sat up straight, determined that I wouldn’t be distracted by his hot body.

“Okay, so my full name is Harry Bradley Green.” He grinned and me.

“Ok,
Bradley
.”

“But everyone calls me Harry.” He paused. “Especially my good friends and of course my fiancée.”

“Why of course,” I purred. “Why don’t I call you naughty Harry, for a more personal effect?”

“No Sarah.” He sighed. “Just Harry.”

“Ok, Just Harry.” I grinned. “Like those books Just William.”

“Who?” He looked confused.

“They are English books about this rascal of a boy William and he does all sorts of crazy things and…”

Harry held his hand up. “Okay, okay. I get it. And no. Not Just Harry. Just call me by my first name, please.”

“Fine, asshole.”

“That’ll do.” He smiled at me sweetly and I looked away. He had no right to look so handsome and boyish when he smiled. “I’ll call you, Sarah.”

“That is my name.”

“Sarah dearest, would you like a cookie?” He reached over and caressed my face, staring at me in wonder. My heart started beating so quickly that I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

“Uhm what?” I swallowed hard as I stared back into his eyes.

“Would you like anything to eat, my love?” He moved in and lightly kissed my lips. “I just want to make sure you are okay.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I relaxed under his mouth and kissed him back tenderly, telling myself it was the alcohol making me lose my inhibitions so quickly. I pressed my lips against his harder and pushed my tongue into his mouth. I ran my hands up and down his chest and melted into him as I kissed him. “Mmm,” I moaned into him happily. I felt him gently push me away, eyes sparkling and a huge grin on his face.

“Don’t get too carried away, Sarah. My parents are pretty old-school, that don’t need to see us make love.”

“Oh.” My face flushed red. He hadn’t been kissing me because he wanted me but because he was practicing his act. “Well, I want to be convincing, seeing as you are a sex-God and everything.”

“Sure.” He laughed and traced his fingers across my lips. “I must say you are a very good actress, Sarah. Very good indeed.” He slipped his finger into my mouth and stared into my eyes. It tasted salty and I imagined that his cock would probably taste pretty similar at that point. I felt myself getting horny and bit his finger hard.

“Ow.” He yanked his finger out of my mouth and frowned. “That hurt.”

“Oh did it?” I smiled at him sweetly. “My bad.”

“So, what’s your middle name?” He pulled away from me slightly and I suppressed a smile. There was no way I could keep my hands off him if he was so close to me.

“Jane.” I sighed. “Sarah Jane Smith.”

“Cute.”

“Plain and boring.” I scrunched up my nose. “My parents had no originality.”

“Sure they did, Sarah Jane.” He teased me. “At least it wasn’t Pippi Longstockings or something.”

“Yeah, there’s that I suppose.”

“Ok, so you’re twenty-two.” He looked at me. “When do you turn 23?”

“Next week.”

“Oh, so I’m not as much older than you as you thought.” He grinned at me mischievously.

“Yeah. You are only 14 years older, I guess.” I stuck my tongue out at him.

“I have eighteen year olds throwing themselves at me, Sarah. Many women don’t have the same problems with age that you do.”

“I don’t have a problem with it.” I frowned. Who were these eighteen year olds that wanted him and did he want them? Gross!

“I’m not in the habit of dating younger women, Sarah.” He looked at me intently. “In fact, I don’t date them. I prefer my women mature and worldly and in their thirties.”

“Uh huh.”

“Women in their thirties don’t play games.  I don’t play games either so it’s a perfect match.”

“So hire one of them to be your fiancée then.” I jumped off of the couch. “And take me home.”

“Sarah.” Harry jumped up and pulled me into his arms. “I don’t want them to be my fake fiancée. I want you.”

I burst out laughing and buried my head into his shoulder. I was laughing so hard that my body was convulsing.

“Are you okay?” He pulled me back slightly and gazed into my eyes.

“Yes,” I gulped out between laughs. “Sorry you just reminded me of that Hallmark movie?”

“Huh?” He looked at me puzzled and cocked his head. “Hallmark?”

“Yeah, I saw this movie a few months ago called, ‘My Fake Fiancé’ and it made me laugh.”

“Because?”

“I’m not sure,” I answered honestly. “It just did.”

“You are a funny one, aren’t you Sarah?” He studied my face. “I’ve never met anyone quite like you.”

“Bippity boppity boo,” I sang randomly.

“Huh?” The confused look was back on his face.

“It’s a song,” I answered patiently.

“But what does it have to do with what we’re talking about?”

“It doesn’t. It just popped into my mind.”

“Oh.” He scratched his head. “This is going to happen a lot, isn’t it?”

“What—me singing?”

“You singing, you laughing at jokes in your head, you being inappropriate and goofy.”

“Most probably.” I grinned back at him. “Wanna see something?”

“Depends what you are showing?” He grinned excitedly at me.

“You wish.” I laughed, all of a sudden I’m in the happy high state that I get when I am officially drunk and all the alcohol has hit my system. “Sit down.” I push him down to the couch. “Do you have a stereo system?”

“Yes?” He points to a Bose iPhone dock speaker and I grin.

“Perfect.” I run over and take my iPhone out of my pocket and find a song in my iTunes.

“What’s going on?”

“I want to show you a dance.”

“You’re going to dance for me?” He grins and sits back.

“Yup.” I grin back at him in excitement and press play. “Hey hey you you, I don’t want your boyfriend.” I start singing along to the words of my favorite Avril Lavigne song and start doing a cheerleading dance I’d seen in a movie. I was huffing and puffing and raising my legs as I danced around and saw Harry looking at me with a dazed expression. “Don’t you like this song?” I asked him.

“It’s not the song.” He paused and bit his lip; he looked like he was trying not to laugh. “But you don’t know the lyrics very well and I’m not sure what kind of dance that is.”

“It’s a dance I learnt for auditions.” I pouted at him with my hands on my hips, all my dance moves forgotten.

“Honey, that is not the sort of dance I was expecting.” He grinned at me and winked. I groaned as I realized he was expecting some sort of lap dance.

“You’re gross.” I pointed at him.

“Well if you promise a man a lap dance….” His voice trailed off as he stared at me glaring at him.

“I didn’t promise you a lap dance.” I wiped the sweat off of my face. “I’m hot, can you turn the A/C on please?”

“Maybe you should change?”

“Into what?” I pouted.             

“I have a pair of shorts and a t-shirt you can wear.”

“One of your older women’s?” I say smartly.

“No.” He laughs. “One of mine. You’ll be more comfortable.”

“But I need to go home.”

“You can stay the night, Sarah.” He held up his fingers. “I promise not to have my wicked way with you.”

“Uh huh.”

“Again.” He grins.

“See!” I shout at him. “You just want to have sex with me again.”

“No Sarah, that’s not the only reason you are here.” He smiles seductively at me and I want to rip his boxer shorts off. “I promise no sex will be had tonight unless…”

“Unless what?” I look at him through slanted eyes.

“Unless you beg me.” He grins.

“Yeah, you wish. Not going to happen.” I smile at him and walk over and run my hands down his chest. “Not going to happen at all.”

Harry stared into my eyes and looked at me intently. I could see that he was turned on and it made me feel sexy and powerful. He caught my hand as I pinched his nipple and drew it up to his mouth. He took my pinky finger and pushed it into his mouth and sucked on it. I stared into his eyes, breathing deeply and I felt my pussy get moist. Finally, he let my finger go and stood up. “We’ll see Sarah. We’ll see.” He walked away from me to his bedroom and I threw one of his throw pillows at his back. He just laughed and continued walking.

Chapter 9

“Everything fit okay?” Harry questioned me as I walked out of his room with one of his white t-shirts on. I decided not to put on the boxer shorts because the t-shirt was pretty long on me and I wanted to tease him for getting me worked up and walking away.
I’ll show him,
I thought.

“Yes, thanks.” I smiled at him and saw his eyes staring at my breasts. I had decided to take my bra off and it was pretty obvious as I walked towards him as my breasts were bouncing. I had contemplated taking my panties off as well but that would have given the game away too easily. “So, where were we?” I sat next to him on the couch and brought my legs up and tucked them under me. I saw him staring at my thigh where the t-shirt ended and I knew he was wondering whether or not I had any underwear on.

“You tell me, Sarah Jane?” His eyes caught mine and I gulped at the evident lust I saw there.

“So tell me about your parents, siblings?” I leaned back into the couch and tried to relax and ignore how close he was to me.

“Ok.” He adjusted his body so that he was lying down next to me on the couch facing me. “Is this ok?”

“Sure.” I smiled weakly. His lips were mere inches away from mine.

“So my parents are Donald and Daisy Green.”

“Wait, what?” I interrupted him with a laugh. “Donald and Daisy?”

“Yup.” His eyes were alight with humor.

“Like Donald and Daisy Duck?”

“Yes, Sarah.” He stared at me patiently as I burst out laughing again.

“Sorry,” I gasped as I regained control of myself. “You have to admit that that’s funny.”

“I guess so,” he smiled but his gaze was not on my face. I looked down and saw that my nipples were pointing out of the t-shirt, obviously hard. I groaned inwardly at my body and its telltale sign of lust. I stretched and wiggled a bit so that my nipples rubbed against his chest briefly. I saw him take an intake of breath and smiled.             

“Ok, so we have your parents Donald and Daisy Green. What other family members will be there?” I gazed at him innocently and pretended not to notice his arm now nonchalantly placed on my hip.

“My grandparents will be there as well. Mickey and Minnie.” He looked at me seriously.

“What? No way?” I looked in him incredulously and saw him lying. “No fair.” I hit him on the arm and my body pushed into his.

“I’m joking my grandparents are Donald and Julie Green.”