my toes who happens to be a platinum
blonde. “Call them by their names or I'll get confused,” she sounds
incredibly annoyed, taking out her frustration on me.
“ Well, did you have
him?”
“ He seemed a lot more
interested in you.”
“ You saw what happened with
Anders though.”
“ I did,” her voice raises an
octave in interest, and she finally gives the poor guy at her feet
a break as she turns her attention toward me. “Did you ever find
out what that was all about?”
“ He says he's jealous.” I
make a face, recalling his words.
“ Isn't that a double-edged
sword,” she huffs.
“ That's what I told him. He
sleeps with a different girl every night of the week.”
“ As is his job,” she reminds
me with a curt nod.
“ I told him he has no reason
to be jealous.”
“ He doesn't. Everyone is
here for the same thing.” She stretches out to relax, and the
aesthetician misses his mark again, getting nail polish on the side
of her pinkie toe this time. She shoots straight up in her chair,
causing him to cower away. “Where in the hell did you go to beauty
school, you moron?! I could do a better job myself.”
“ I'm sorry, ma'am. You
moved.” He refuses to look her in the eye as he quickly tries to
wipe off the polish.
“ I didn't move. You're just
bad at your job.”
His cheeks flush red with anger, but he
says nothing more. He knows he's on the losing end and is better
off keeping his mouth shut.
“ I don't understand why he'd
act that way,” I continue the conversation, trying to divert some
of the heat away from the poor guy at Stephanie's feet. “And I
still can't believe that he came all the way out here on his day
off just to check on me.”
“ That is something. Maybe he
actually likes you.” The way she says it is curious, as if she
doesn't quite believe her own words.
“ I doubt that. He doesn't
even really talk to me beyond the sex.”
“ Stranger things have
happened.”
“ I suppose you're right. If
he did like me,” I dare to let myself dream, “this wouldn't be the
type of romance I had hoped for. Gorgeous billionaire who services
women in his free time for charity. Unemployed girl who happened to
get the chance to experience his services. No. That's all
wrong.”
“ Well, you certainly didn't
make it sound good.” She rolls her eyes at me, and I can't help but
grin.
“ No, I didn't.”
“ How about this? Handsome
billionaire falls for girl who blows his mind in the
sack.”
I burst out laughing, “That sounds way
more accurate.”
“ The stomach isn't the only
way to a man's heart. Sometimes through his fly works just as
well.”
“ I doubt what we do in the
bedroom has gotten me any closer to his heart.”
“ You're probably right.
These men aren't known for their big hearts. They're known for
their big something else.” She winks at me.
“ I told him I just want
sex.”
“ I'm sure that's what he
wants as well.”
“ He agreed to it easily
enough.” My lips crease slightly downward.
“ Tessa, you're way
over-thinking everything that happens here. My best advice to you
is to stop fantasizing about romance. I've already told you that's
not what this place is about.”
“ I know.” That's what I want
though. That's what I secretly crave. This fucking, though
incredibly good, just isn't doing it for me.
After my pedicure, I head back up to my
room and take a nice long shower. It's hard to believe that my time
here is halfway over, but I'm kind of glad. Every time I see
Anders, my rationality gets all fuzzy. It will be a lot easier to
think once I get home, once I don't have to see him
anymore.
I groan as I wonder how I'm going to
live without the sex. Prior to coming to The Billionaires Club, my
sex life was completely mundane, even when I was a relationship.
Being with an assertive man has been so different. I'm honestly not
sure if I'll ever be able to go back. Will sex from this point on
just be a disappointment to me?
I slip a
blonde. “Call them by their names or I'll get confused,” she sounds
incredibly annoyed, taking out her frustration on me.
“ Well, did you have
him?”
“ He seemed a lot more
interested in you.”
“ You saw what happened with
Anders though.”
“ I did,” her voice raises an
octave in interest, and she finally gives the poor guy at her feet
a break as she turns her attention toward me. “Did you ever find
out what that was all about?”
“ He says he's jealous.” I
make a face, recalling his words.
“ Isn't that a double-edged
sword,” she huffs.
“ That's what I told him. He
sleeps with a different girl every night of the week.”
“ As is his job,” she reminds
me with a curt nod.
“ I told him he has no reason
to be jealous.”
“ He doesn't. Everyone is
here for the same thing.” She stretches out to relax, and the
aesthetician misses his mark again, getting nail polish on the side
of her pinkie toe this time. She shoots straight up in her chair,
causing him to cower away. “Where in the hell did you go to beauty
school, you moron?! I could do a better job myself.”
“ I'm sorry, ma'am. You
moved.” He refuses to look her in the eye as he quickly tries to
wipe off the polish.
“ I didn't move. You're just
bad at your job.”
His cheeks flush red with anger, but he
says nothing more. He knows he's on the losing end and is better
off keeping his mouth shut.
“ I don't understand why he'd
act that way,” I continue the conversation, trying to divert some
of the heat away from the poor guy at Stephanie's feet. “And I
still can't believe that he came all the way out here on his day
off just to check on me.”
“ That is something. Maybe he
actually likes you.” The way she says it is curious, as if she
doesn't quite believe her own words.
“ I doubt that. He doesn't
even really talk to me beyond the sex.”
“ Stranger things have
happened.”
“ I suppose you're right. If
he did like me,” I dare to let myself dream, “this wouldn't be the
type of romance I had hoped for. Gorgeous billionaire who services
women in his free time for charity. Unemployed girl who happened to
get the chance to experience his services. No. That's all
wrong.”
“ Well, you certainly didn't
make it sound good.” She rolls her eyes at me, and I can't help but
grin.
“ No, I didn't.”
“ How about this? Handsome
billionaire falls for girl who blows his mind in the
sack.”
I burst out laughing, “That sounds way
more accurate.”
“ The stomach isn't the only
way to a man's heart. Sometimes through his fly works just as
well.”
“ I doubt what we do in the
bedroom has gotten me any closer to his heart.”
“ You're probably right.
These men aren't known for their big hearts. They're known for
their big something else.” She winks at me.
“ I told him I just want
sex.”
“ I'm sure that's what he
wants as well.”
“ He agreed to it easily
enough.” My lips crease slightly downward.
“ Tessa, you're way
over-thinking everything that happens here. My best advice to you
is to stop fantasizing about romance. I've already told you that's
not what this place is about.”
“ I know.” That's what I want
though. That's what I secretly crave. This fucking, though
incredibly good, just isn't doing it for me.
After my pedicure, I head back up to my
room and take a nice long shower. It's hard to believe that my time
here is halfway over, but I'm kind of glad. Every time I see
Anders, my rationality gets all fuzzy. It will be a lot easier to
think once I get home, once I don't have to see him
anymore.
I groan as I wonder how I'm going to
live without the sex. Prior to coming to The Billionaires Club, my
sex life was completely mundane, even when I was a relationship.
Being with an assertive man has been so different. I'm honestly not
sure if I'll ever be able to go back. Will sex from this point on
just be a disappointment to me?
I slip a
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