Resisting the Billionaire Collection (62 page)

Meanwhile, MJ tried to figure out what to
wear and before she knew it, it was already 7:00. She still hadn’t
a clue, so she decided to give up worrying about it and take her
cue from the two men when they arrived. They could wait for her
while she finished getting dressed.

Adam and Joshua reached the apartment at
almost the same time. They nodded to each other in the hallway and
Joshua’s look said it all. 

"Is that what you're wearing?" He asked
Adam.

"Sure. Did you just come from some boring
meeting with an obligatory slacks dress code? When are you getting
changed?" Joshua sneered and let them in. The banter was
meaningless. The only thing that mattered was MJ.

She was sitting causally on the couch when
they entered and her ease and confidence sent a thrill through the
two men. Joshua excused himself to get a few things from his
bedroom while MJ returned to Adam's bedroom to get ready.

Adam was as ready as he was ever going to
be.

When Joshua returned from his bedroom, the
two men waited in tense silence for MJ to emerge. She didn’t take
long and when she finally came out, the two men were entranced.

She was wearing a short, light, flowing
dress to about mid-thigh with knee high boots. It was a sixties
hippy look that she loved and reminded her of when she was younger,
freer, carrying less of the weight of the world on her shoulders.
The dress also covered her ass generously, so she didn't have to
feel self-conscious about it.

The carefree look had taken the men
absolutely by surprise. Adam because it was taken directly from his
dreams, and Blake because it was a look he could never have
expected. The women he usually dated were encased in luxury and
opulence, as though their natural beauty could never be enough for
him. The absolute confidence of the MJ's simplicity left him
speechless

Both men instinctively reached their hands
out towards her. Joshua, the olive skinned, dark Mediterranean god
on one side, dressed like a casual millionaire. Adam, the raw,
blonde, Nordic Viking hippie on the other hand, dressed like an
up-market rolling stone.

With the two hands extended towards her, MJ
didn't quite know where to look or what to do. She coughed, forced
down a mild blush and accepted both of them.

"This feels kind of ridiculous, fellas," she
said, "I thought this was supposed to be just a casual night
out."

"That doesn't mean we shouldn't have fun."
Joshua said, suddenly realizing that he hadn't said anything to her
since he had arrived home. He had been such a ball of tension with
Adam around that he had forgotten to be gracious. He intended to
make up for it now, and then some.

"Besides," he continued, "I wasn't very nice
to you yesterday and I really want to make it up to you."

If MJ had felt attracted to him before when
he was being arrogant and rude, she was doubly charmed by his good
guy act.

"Well, that is true, you weren't very nice.
But let's put all that behind us and have a good time." Then she
turned to Adam.

"He wants to apologize to me for being rude.
What's your excuse?"

He flashed a smile. "You're just hot MJ, I
can't resist being nice to you."

MJ stifled a short giggle
that made Adam's cock twitch. He caught the murderous look that
Blake shot over to him and smiled.
Take
that you greedy, jealous son of a bitch.
He thought.
Score one for the
homeless cycle courier.

The exchange wasn’t lost
on MJ either.
If I didn’t know better I’d
say he was...
Jealous? No, that couldn’t
be.

They headed to the elevator together, the
two boys escorting her, one on each arm. Either of them would have
been in heaven were it not for the other male in the picture.
Things could get mighty awkward real soon if one of them were to
start making a serious play for the single woman between them.
Neither of them wanted to be instantly transformed into the spare
tool in the box.

MJ breathed deeply in a bid to keep her head
out of the clouds. She would be glad when they got to wherever they
were heading and the fourth member of their party would arrive. It
was too much being all alone with these two, huge, hulking sexy
males.

When they got outside, Joshua’s limo was
already waiting for them. MJ stopped dead.

Oh shit.
She thought.
This is how
it all started for Alison.
MJ had tried to
set her friend up using a millionaire's dating website, but things
hadn't turned out well at all. In fact, it had all lead to disaster
for her own life, professionally and personally. She remembered
sending her friend off in the limousine and the sequence of events
thereafter. A dark cloud came over her.

"Is something wrong?" Blake asked, his deep,
silky voice close to her neck in the New York twilight.

"Is that our ride?"

"Yes, that's one of my cars. Is something
wrong?" Joshua said.

"
One
of your cars? No, uh, nothing is
wrong. Couldn't we just get a taxi though?"

"A taxi?" Adam protested.
"MJ, my boy Blake here is a
very
successful man. He doesn't take taxi's. This is
just normal for him. Come on, just relax and enjoy!"

This girl won't be
impressed by the CEO alpha male bullshit,
he flashed a look at Joshua,
you
just wait and see.

The driver held the door open and she
stepped in. It was all luxury. There was club music playing and
cocktails were already mixed and waiting for them. MJ scooted over
to one side and waited for the boys. Adam dived in after her.
Joshua would have the pleasure of sitting next to him while he
cozied up to MJ.

The far door opened and Joshua smiled. He
had gone to the other side of the car. He tried to squash in but
there wasn't enough space.

"Would you mind scooting that cute little
tush of yours over just a shade, MJ?" He said.

Did he just say 'cute
little tush'?
MJ thought.

'Cute little tush'
Adam thought.
Game on,
rich boy.

"Not that I mind you next to me, but I just
don’t want to crowd you is all." Joshua gave a disparaging look at
Adam, who was squashed up close to her with plenty of empty space
on his other side.

"Yeah, scoot over MJ," Adam said, "because I
don't mind crowding you at all." He patted the seat next to him and
she moved an inch or two. Luckily, there was plenty of room for all
three. Despite that, MJ thought she might be getting high on the
density of male hormones in the confined space. The double trouble
sandwich effect of the two seething males on either side of her was
proving to be a little more than she had bargained for, especially
as Casanova hadn't come out to play with her that evening, or on
any other evening for several months for that matter.

Joshua served her a Cosmopolitan while he
and Adam drank dry martinis. Adam wasn't really used to liquor and
he hated hangovers, but what the hell. He was squashed up beside
the girl of his dreams in a limo and the drinks were free. Why not
live a little? Leave it all behind until Monday morning and then
worry about mundane crap like how to pay his rent. This was way
more important.

The Cosmopolitan was strong and MJ felt the
liquor go to her head. She hadn't been able to treat herself to a
night out in a long time and even if she had, there was no one to
hang out with. She didn’t intend on getting drunk, but she was
surely entitled to live a little. She decided to leave her troubles
aside until tomorrow.

It wasn't long before they reached
Bertelsmann's Bar a little further up along the Upper East Side.
Adam had heard of it but never been there. He didn't know many of
the bars in Manhattan but he presumed it would be as expensive as
hell. His $300 bucks might not get him very far. He would have to
go light on the booze in case Joshua was low enough to use his lack
of cash as leverage in his schoolboy jealousy over MJ. It wouldn’t
look good at all if he had to suffer the embarrassment of being
short on cash in front of MJ.

The door staff checked his ID. Adam didn’t
let on how nervous he was. It could be a game changer if he was
refused entry. He breathed a sigh of relief when they were all
admitted through.

Once inside, the drinks began to flow again
and soon Adam didn't care about anything except the gorgeous girl
in front of him. He even stopped worrying about Joshua. After all,
they had always gotten along, more or less. Maybe they could all
just relax and have fun together like three adults. Even MJ was
really beginning to relax and God, how much more pretty, fun, sexy
and downright gorgeous she was with a little glow of
alcohol-induced happiness in her cheeks.

Then all of a sudden her demeanor changed
and she turned to Joshua with a serious expression.

"Hey Blake," she asked, already a little
tipsy, "Where's your hot date tonight? I thought I wasn't going to
be alone with you two gorgeous men tonight."

"Oh, her? She's just a work colleague,
something came up and she couldn’t make it."

"So you have both of us
all to yourself." Adam grinned.
Especially
gorgeous me.

MJ was tipsy enough that she didn't care
anymore. A song came on that she liked and she jumped up like an
excited little girl to head to the small area of dance floor near
their table.

"Guys, I so love this song! Who wants to
dance with me?"

"I don't know MJ, I'm not such a great
dancer." Joshua said.

"Oh come on Blake, a guy like you afraid to
go out on the dance floor? I don't believe it."

"I'm not afraid." Adam
said and grabbed her hand. " Let's go." His strong hand led her
along as she looked behind towards Joshua. Hurricane-force storms
had gathered across his forehead.
Score
two for the cycle courier, Blakey boy.
Adam grinned.

No shit, he is as jealous
as hell.
MJ couldn't quite believe it. She
knew Adam was into her. She would have to be a fool not to have
seen that. Even now, he was staring into her eyes as he danced and
underneath that totally relaxed, friendly smile. There was the same
lurking intensity that nearly caused him to cum in his shorts the
last two nights as he called out her name in the middle of his wet
dreams.

Adam was taking full advantage of his
monopoly on the dance floor. He could feel it now; the race was
being won just as he always knew it would be. He and MJ were
soulmates, destined to be together. There was nothing for him to
worry about. He stared into her eyes as they danced and struggled
to maintain his trademark relaxed, easy smile. His heart filled up
with emotion and his trousers stretched out over his expanding
truncheon. The unsatisfied desire of two nights in such close
proximity to the gorgeous MJ and all of her intoxicating female
curves and hormones was setting his trousers on fire. 

It was weird for MJ to think that he had no
idea at all that she had watched him writhe and thrust in agony
just inches away from her as he called out her name. The urge to
pull his pants down and satisfy herself and him together had been
unbelievably strong.

She glanced over at Joshua again and his
hand was tapping rapidly on the surface of the table. He was a ball
of taut frustration and energy. Was he having wet dreams about her
too?

Adam put his and to her
waist to guide her next to him and a thrill went through them as
her flesh responded to his touch. Tingles of electricity flowed
between them.
This is it.
He thought.
This is
happening right now.

She pulled back and it was like a slap in
the face to Adam.

"That was fun. But come on, we can't leave
Blake all alone there. I feel bad for him."

"Bad for him? What about me? I'm in heaven
here and you’re bringing me back down to earth."

She flashed a flirty smile at him. Maybe it
was the alcohol or maybe it was just the constant stream of
compliments he had showered on her over the last two days.

"That smile was gorgeous." He whispered to
her as they returned to the table. "Thank you." He felt reassured
and incredibly turned on.

"Let's get out of here." Joshua said gruffly
as they sat down. "I've got the check, c'mon let's go. If you two
like dancing, there are better places than this."

It was obvious to Adam and MJ that there was
obviously no other option. What Blake Murray wanted, Blake Murray
would get. He got up to go and MJ and Adam followed his lead.

Arrogant dick.
Adam thought.
Keep
trying, asshole. You've lost this one already. You can take us any
fancy rich guy place you want, but it's all a waste of time. This
girl is mine.
 

MJ smiled. Something about being swept up in
the energy of this seething man’s desire was turning her on to him.
There was something so mysteriously sexy about his bossy way of
doing things that made Adam’s easygoing manner seem boyish and
immature by comparison.

The car was waiting for them and MJ had to
admit that she could get used to this kind of luxury. After all,
wasn’t a successful guy what she had been holding out for all these
years? Could this jealous intense man finally be the one?

The ride to the next place was tense as Adam
continued to flirt outrageously. Blake maintained a stony silence,
occasionally shooting looks of homicidal intensity at Adam. The
easygoing Adam didn't seem to notice or care.