Page 21 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

“Uh, I was going to say something to you,” Rudolpho says as I take a seat.

“Oh, what’s that?”Please don’t make a comment about my boobs. Please don’t make a comment about my boobs. Please. Please,I think to myself.

“I mean, I just want to say that I’m a very open-minded guy, but…” His eyes narrow slightly.

“But, what?” I lean forward, my heart racing. I know there’s no way in hell this man is going to say anything negative to me.

“I mean, your photos…” He makes a face.

“What about my photos?” My jaw drops. Mr. Catfish himself is definitely not making a comment about my photos.

“I mean, you just looked a little slimmer, you know. I like the big boobs.” He licks his lips as he looks down at my top. “But, you’re a little thicker than I thought you were going to be.”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, you got thick thighs, girl.” He stares at my thighs as my black skirt rides up. “I’m sure you don’t got no gap when you walk.”

I press my lips together and look over at Erica.

She wrinkles her nose. “That’s really rude,” she says finally.

“I’m not hating on them. I mean, hey, you got a big ass.” He grins and winks. “I like it when it jiggle-jiggles.”

I jump up, pissed. “I have to…”

“Wes and Miles,” Erica whispers loudly.

“I have to just go to the restroom,” I say, hurrying to the over side of the room.

“I’m going to join her,” Erica says quickly.

We both rush to the side of the restaurant and look for the ladies’ restroom.

“What the fuck are we doing?” I stare at her. “They are horrible!”

“I know.” She makes a face. “They are worse than horrible. Like if we asked for the worst dates in the world, they would definitely be at the top of the list.”

I take a deep breath. “So, how are we going to do this? I don’t think either one of us is a good enough actress to make Wes believe that the date is going well.”

“I think we just fake it till we make it,” she says. “At least we know we’ll be able to join him for lunch tomorrow and pitch the podcast.”

“He better give us like fifty grand.”

“Oh, girl, I’m asking for a hundred grand.” She grins. “We need all new equipment, and it would be really cool if we could get a studio space so we could actually interview people and…”

“Your brother is not going to give us a hundred thousand dollars for a podcast.”

“I’m just saying,” she says. “Aim high and settle for low.”

I shrug. “I guess. He’s your brother. You know him better than I do.”

“I know.” She pauses for a second. “And you haven’t seen him in a while, have you?”

“Oh, haven’t I?” I look away and pretend to be nonchalant.

“Yeah, I mean, I kind of noticed that you…”

“They’re going to wonder where we are,” I say as I turn to wash my hands. “We should get back.”