Page 85 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

"Okay. What do you want us to do?"

"I would like for you to accidentally spill your drink on her so that the date ends quickly. She's wearing a sexy little number, and I'm nervous that the guy's going to get the wrong impression."

"Wrong impression. Like?"

"Like I'm nervous he's going to think that he can screw her, and that's not going to happen. I don't want to have to murder anyone tonight.”

"Okay. Tell me where to be, and I'll be there."

"Awesome. I'll text you the details. Can you meet me there in thirty minutes?"

"Can do. And Wes, it's nice to hear your voice. I guess you are human after all."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I've never heard you like this about a girl. You must really like her."

"I do," I say simply. "I think she might be the one." I hang up and quickly hurry into the shower so that I can wash my hair, put on some jeans and a shirt, and get ready to leave. I know that Erica and Sabrina are going to be upset if I show up, but there's no way that I'm not going to show up.

Tyler and I walk into the bar, and I look around. It's crowded. Everyone seems to be having a good time. I see people making out on the dance floor and a couple of guys trying to talk to the bartender. And that's when I spy them, Erica and Sabrina, standing with two guys who look like they are very interested in both of the women. Unfortunately for me, these two men look like they have it way more together than Rodolfo and his loser friend.

"That's them." I nod over to the corner of the room and look at Tyler. "Shall we get the drinks and then head over?"

"Okay," he says. "They both look pretty hot."

"Hey, one of them is my sister."

"I know. I'm just saying. You don't want me going after the other one, do you?"

"Very funny. Come on." We head over to the bar, and I order two beers. I hand one to Tyler, and he takes a chug. "Don't finish it, dude. Remember, it has to spill."

"I know. Don't worry. I got this." He looks around. Immediately, two blondes come over to us.

"Oh my gosh, are you Tyler Kane?"

"Hi, girls. I am."

"I love hockey. My ex thought you were a jerk, but I think you're absolutely gorgeous."

"Thank you. This is my buddy, Wes."

"Hi," they say, ignoring me. In any other circumstance, these women would be all over me, but Tyler Kane's the number one hockey player in the country, and as such, he warrants all the attention, which I'm not jealous about.

"You want to dance?" Blonde number one says.

"I love to dance," blonde number two says. "Do you want to dance, Tyler?"

"Not right now, I'm afraid."

"Sorry, we're busy, girls. But maybe he'll catch up with you later."

I guide him away from them, and he chuckles. "Yo, way to cock block."

"Did you really want them?"

"Not right now. They were okay, but"—he shrugs—"Coach thinks I should take a break from hooking up right now so I can concentrate on the game, but whatever." He grins. "Let's just have some fun tonight. You want me to go first?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a plan. I don't want them to think I orchestrated it or anything." I burst out laughing, and he shakes his head.