Make Me Yours: A BWWM Billionaire Love Story (15 page)

“
Yes. I’ve seen you
somewhere,” he said looking her up and down. And then his eyes
fell on the book in her hand. It was emblazoned with ‘The
Dalton School’ along its sleeve which was facing him. The frown
cleared from his face.

“
Oh you’re the
scholarship chick in my biological sciences class aren’t you?”
he had said. “You look different without the mountain of books
you’re usually carrying.”

 
Meaghan had been so
bemused with him; it had been a surreal night and she smiled to think
of it. That sixteen year old that she was had been a lot more
self-possessed than Meaghan felt these days; granted her life was
also much less complicated so she probably didn’t have much to
stress about except getting good grades. Outsiders might imagine that
living in a trailer park gave her lots of materiel for angst and
depression but she got on with her mother, they had food to eat and
beds to sleep in. She took care of her own schooling by getting a
scholarship. Life had been pretty good.

“
We have to go shopping,”
Bain said.

“
Time to break out the
emergency black card?” Meaghan asked.

“
Nope. Because I have a
perfectly good non-emergency black card we can use,” Bain said.

“
Fuck that. If anyone is
buying Meaghan clothes for the benefit it’s going to be me,”
Dean cut in, startling Meaghan quite badly because she hadn’t
been aware that he was listening. Last she looked he was across the
room with Smith, his best friend and Bella, Smith’s sister.
Bella and her husband-to-be had decided on a joint
bachelor/bachelorette party so as to eliminate the potential for
jealous fits and/or misunderstandings. It was a small party with
Bella and Corbett’s close friends in attendance at a private
room at the Midtown Hilton. A few faces were familiar to Meaghan from
school and some were well known celebrity faces she’d seen in
magazines; Bain and Daniel as well as Dean and Smith were the only
ones she knew personally. Thankfully Samantha was at a shoot on the
Cayman Islands so there was no need to worry about her showing up.
Meaghan had
almost
forgotten Samantha’s existence in the last few months in the
wake of everything else going on in her life; but being in a room
with a bevy of Samantha’s friends was forcefully reminding her
that the feud with Dean’s ex-girlfriend was
not
over.

She’d retired to a corner
with Bain who was sulking a little bit because the same bevy of women
were taking
a lot
of interest in Daniel who had come to the party from work and
therefore was wearing a tight black t-shirt and black jeans that held
on to everything. With his long blonde hair and gray eyes he looked
like a demi-god come to earth to fornicate with virgins. No-one was
claiming to be a virgin in that group but they were down for the
fornicating anyway. Daniel had eyes only for Bain anyway, but his
mother had raised him to be polite so he was patiently smiling and
flirting with the group because they were Bain’s friends. Bain
left him to it and he knew what Daniel was doing; nevertheless it
brought back echoes of Luigi leaving him for a woman and that made
him itchy. Hence his hunching in the corner with arms and legs
crossed. When Meaghan saw how he was sitting, she came across to him
immediately to distract him with prospects of shopping and new
outfits. It was a relief to get away from the cattiness of the women
and the slightly sleazy sidelong glances she was getting from the
males. She felt like fresh meat on her first day in jail. It was
nerve wracking.

Dean and Bain were still bickering over who was
going to pay for her clothes for the benefit and she was inclined to
let them battle it out but if her relationship with the former was
going to go anywhere, he really was going to have to learn to play
nice with the latter. With that in mind, encouraging bickering was
probably not wise. So Meaghan stepped in to inform them both that she
would be buying her own dress.

“
What?” they said
in unison.

“
I will be buying my own
dress,” she intoned solemnly as she stared at them both.

“
Meaghan,” Dean
began to protest.

“
My mother is already on
it okay? She has something great lined up for me already,”
Meaghan lied.

Dean opened his mouth, thought about what he was
about to say and then closed it again. Bain just glared at her.

“
Girl, we’re going
shopping. I don’t care if you already have the perfect dress, I
need a suit and you’re coming with me,” Bain said.

“
What about Daniel?”
she asked.

“
Daniel can do his own
damn shopping. We ain’t joined at the hip,” Bain said.
Meaghan turned to look at Daniel busy flirting away with
girls…sometimes she felt sorry for him – other times she
was resigned. After all, Daniel knew what he was getting himself into
by now. Or he should. And she really did want to go shopping with
Bain, he was so much fun making fun of fellow shoppers and choosing
the exact right color for her and for himself.  But if Dean
heard that she went shopping with Bain he’d take it personally
and it would just blow up into yet another thing to hold against each
other.

She snaked her arm through Dean’s and led
him away.

“
Why you always fighting
with my best fwend?” she asked pouting.

“
Why's he always trying
to rain on my parade?” he countered.

“
I promise you, he
isn’t,” Meaghan tried to protest.

“
Sure sure, he just tries
to cock block me all the time out of the goodness of his heart,”
Dean said nastily.

“
Wow, Dean Wesson using
words like cock block…you been spending time with the wrong
people my man,” Meaghan said.

Dean laughed, “Funny you should say that.”

Meaghan looked quizzically at him but he just
shook his head and took her over to the drinks table to ply her with
more wine. Meaghan took it gladly; she knew they were headed back
into the fray from there and she needed all the Dutch courage she
could get.

“
Ooh, Dean and his new
girlfriend,” Bella smiled as Dean led her back where she and
Corbett were holding court. “You guys are just…joined at
the hip aren’t you?”

Dean pretended to study their hips to ascertain
the veracity of this statement. “Doesn’t look like it,”
he told her at last.

Meaghan snorted with laughter and one of the other
girls, a tall thin blonde that Meaghan might have seen somewhere or
maybe she was just a generic looking specimen, glared at her like
she’d committed a major faux pas.

“
How long have you guys
been together?” she asked, an edge to her voice.

Meaghan shrugged, “It seems like forever.”

“
Aww, you’re
sweet,” Dean said and kissed her cheeks. He turned to Meaghan.
“We should probably get home. Didn’t you say you have an
early shift tomorrow?”

Meaghan stared at him because she was pretty sure
he knew that she was off tomorrow seeing as she’d worked a
double shift for three days this week. He glared meaningfully at her
so she nodded her head dumbly. “Uh huh,” she said.

“
Okay then, we’ll
go,” Dean said threading his hand with hers and pulling her
toward the door with a quick wave at Smith, Bella and Corbett.

“
Can I tell Bain I’m
leaving?” Meaghan asked.

“
No,” Dean said
shortly.

“
Okay,” Meaghan
said while trying to catch Bain’s eye across the room. He was
distracted as Daniel had managed to get away from the girls and was
now straddling him, so he didn’t see them leave. Meaghan
decided she’d text him later and followed Dean down to the car.

“
What was that?”
she asked as he opened the door for her.

“
What was what?”
Dean asked getting into his side.

“
The whole escape from
the party thing by lying about me working tomorrow.”

“
Oh. That,” Dean
said driving off.

“
Yes. That,”
Meaghan said grinning.

“
I figured you wanted
out, and I wanted to be alone with you so I-“ Dean shrugged.

“
I see…”
Meaghan said. “Well, thanks.”

“
Don’t mention it,”
Dean said smiling.

He drove them to his house above his bookshop; a
tiny brick apartment that nevertheless managed to be quite spacious.
Perhaps it had something to do with the dearth of furniture. Apart
from an L-shaped beige leather sofa facing a 61 inch flat screen TV
above a fireplace the living room contained only an entire wall of
books artfully arranged but not decorative. The bedroom had Dean’s
massive black metal four poster bed and a black and white woolen rug
on the floor. He had a closet built into the wall and a massive
landscape painting of a hilly field depicting a distant golfer
hitting a ball into the sunset. The picture actually featured Dean
himself painted by an upcoming artist he’d discovered in
Central Park. It was his favorite piece though he had some expensive
art pieces scattered about the apartment intermingled with street
art. Hell he even had a Banksy that he’d acquired through a
friend. His kitchen was state of the art though, with every possible
appliance installed. Dean’s secret passion was cooking though
he hardly had much time to indulge.

There was an entrance to the apartment from the
bookshop and another through the alley at the back. Poppy kept
nagging at Dean about insecurity but he mostly ignored her. He had a
state of the art security system installed and his front door was
bio-metrically controlled. No-one could get in or out without his
assistance; not even his housekeeper, Carmen. He was considering
inputting Meaghan’s details into the system so she could have a
metaphorical key to his place but he wasn’t sure if it was time
yet. Maybe they should talk about her having a drawer first.

“
Would you like a drawer
in my apartment?” he asked as they climbed the stairs.

“
What? Like…for my
spare underwear and stuff?” she asked.

“
Yeah, you know, so you
can keep some clothes here. You practically live here…”
he said.

“
I do not. I spend
maybe…three nights a week here, tops,” Meaghan
protested.

“
It’s not a
competition,” Dean said.

“
I know it’s not,
I’m just sayin’…” Meaghan said, not exactly
sure of exactly what she was saying. She may have had more to drink
than she realized at the time.

Dean let them into the apartment and went straight
to the liquor cabinet to pour them a drink.

“
Er, I don’t think
I should drink another,” Meaghan murmured.

“
Okay fine, but I could
use a nightcap,” Dean said.

“
You mind if I use your
shower?” Meaghan asked.

“
Mi shower e su shower,”
Dean replied with a smile. Meaghan smiled back reaching down to grasp
the hem of her dress and pull it over her head. She dropped it on the
floor like it was yesterday’s news and sauntered off to the
shower in just her bra and underwear, discarding the former by the
door of the bedroom and entering the bathroom while taking off her
panties. Dean poured out his nightcap and followed, holding the glass
as if forgotten in his hand. The bathroom door was unlocked and he
went in without knocking. It was a spacious room, big enough to
contain a bathtub and a shower encased in a glass box. There was also
a sink and a small bench on which to sit. A potted plant sat in the
corner near the window so as to get enough sunlight. He could see
Meaghan in the shower, the glass was slightly misted with steam but
she was still visible, head thrown back, hands working up and down
her body. She seemed to be enjoying the water and Dean took a seat on
the bench to watch her while sipping his drink.

“
Looks like fun in
there,” he ventured after a while.

“
It is,” Meaghan
replied though she didn’t deign to look at him.

“
Want some company?”
Dean asked kneading his khakis at the crotch.

Meaghan smiled. “No I’m good,”
she said, touching her breasts thoughtfully.

Dean unzipped his fly and dug into his boxers,
breath hitching and accelerating as his hands moved.

Meaghan ran her hands down her sides, her
movements obscured by the mist. Dean narrowed his eyes and stood up
divesting himself of his pants and boxers and then his shirt. He
walked naked toward the shower and pulled back the glass door.

“
Surprise,” he said
as his swollen, reddened member preceded him into the shower stall.

“
Oh,” Meaghan said
impassively. Dean pressed against her behind, rubbing gently against
her.

“
Ohh,” he said in
an entirely different tone.

“
Enjoying yourself there
cowboy?” Meaghan asked in amusement. She bent over slightly so
she could rub her behind against his pelvis.

“
Uhhhh,” he groaned
pushing into her even as she pressed into him. His leg came between
hers and nudged her legs wider apart as his hand came down on her
back to bend her lower.

“
Oh I see a little doggy
style in the shower huh?” she drawled.

“
Got the gin and juice
already,” Dean replied tongue in cheek.