Page 4 of Dr. Stone (Billionaires’ Club #9)

FOUR

Andie

I’d never had any man react to my presence like this, and it was nice. I suppose I’d lost a lot of time with my ex, him making me believe no guy would ever want to be with someone like me.

I’d almost forgotten how it felt to be on the receiving end of flattery, and it left a warm, effervescent sensation deep inside me. Perhaps I was being impulsive, but I decided to chase that feeling and let it fuel a fantastic night.

I loved that he was so nervous, too, because that meant I would be the one to be in control of things, and I was going straight in for the kill now.

I watched him glance over his shoulder again, watching to see if he was being made fun of by his friends.

“Here’s the deal. Play by my rules, or you’re jerking off alone in the shower tonight.”

His casual and laid-back grin told me I had his attention.

“ Rules? ” he questioned with curiosity.

A tingling shot through all the places that made a one-night stand with this man feel inevitable, sparking primal urges I hadn’t felt in far too long—like an electrical current surging through me.

This was going to be a fun night.

“Yes, rules,” I offered, sipping my cocktail and enjoying the fruity flavors more with every sip.

“Well, maybe I wanted to jerk off in the shower alone, and that’s why I openly said so,” he taunted.

I smiled at him and took another sip. “Well, if that’s what you prefer, who am I to stop you?” I challenged him.

His blue eyes narrowed in a seductive way, “Who are you? I’ll tell you who you are, Andie…”

“Miller. It’s Andie Miller, and since you suddenly know so much about me, please enlighten me.”

He ran his hand through his dirty blond hair. “You intrigue me, damn it,” he said as if he couldn’t think of anything else to say.

I had no idea what I’d done to intrigue the man or put him at a loss for words, but I was damn proud of myself for whatever it was.

I was turned on, and more than anything I was just glad to feel something other than sorry for myself.

Call me lame, but right now I was alive, grateful, and horny as hell.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said. “But let’s cut to the chase, shall we? We will play by my rules tonight if you want more than conversation and cocktails.”

“Okay, I’m in,” he said, leaning back in his chair and confidently extending one arm on the table.

“First, whatever happens between us tonight stays here. I’m not looking for a relationship,” I said, ensuring he understood I didn’t want or expect anything else.

He seemed to relax even more. “That’s definitely a rule I can agree to,” he said with a flirty grin, his eyes confidently studying mine while he carefully slid his thumb over his bottom lip, waiting for my next rule.

“Good,” I smiled as if I were conducting some weird-ass mob negotiations. “The next rule is that we go more than one round. I haven’t had sex in over a year, and I expect to make up for that with your handsome ass.” My eyes studied his widened ones. “You look terrified,” I teased.

“Terrified?” he recovered. “Hell no. I am actually in shock that I’m potentially about to have the best sex of my life with the most intriguing woman I think I’ve ever met.”

"Next rule," I said, keeping my tone even despite the ache building low in my body—the kind that made me want to drag him back to his room and keep him there until sunrise. I only hoped he could handle everything I planned to demand from him.

He nodded, practically panting like a dog wanting a bone.

“I’m in control of everything,” I said, continuing with my rules, ignoring the escalating sexual tension flaring between us.

“I have no idea what to say,” he laughed with confusion. “Honestly, how the hell did I get so lucky?”

“That brings me to another rule. No getting emotional over anything.”

“I’m not being emotional,” he admitted. “I’ve just never met a woman like you before.”

I caught the genuine curiosity in his voice and shut it down fast. I wasn’t here to get attached. I was horny, he was horny, and we were both just here to satisfy the urge.

“All you’re seeing is someone who desperately wants to fuck a hot man,” I informed him with a casual smile. “You, Dr. Stone, just happen to be exactly what I’m looking for. I haven’t been with anyone for over a year, and I plan to make up for that. I just want to ensure you won’t let me down.”

He grinned that wolf grin I saw when I first locked eyes with him, “Well, I’m definitely the man for the job.”

“The job?” I chuckled.

“In all fairness, I feel like I’m being interviewed for the fuck position you’re trying to fill tonight.”

I laughed. “I guess that’s how this sounds, doesn’t it?”

“Exactly. Like I mentioned, I’ve never met anyone like you before,” he relaxed back in his chair, his expression more calculating and hungrier than when he first approached me.

I had no idea what honestly possessed me to take this approach tonight, but it felt damn good to throw caution to the wind and not just live a little but be daring as fuck while doing it.

“Any additional rules?” he questioned in humor.

“The most important one, of course, but given my friends’ reactions to you when you first approached me tonight, I’m sure you’re already prepared?”

“Condoms?” he answered with a humored expression that made his naturally rugged looks even more damn fine.

“I’m not surprised you already knew what I was getting at.”

He laughed, “Don’t worry, I’m stocked up. You want more rounds than one? We could go until sunrise, and I won’t run out.”

“Thinking like me already?” I took another sip of my cocktail.

“We’re going to have a fantastic night.” He glanced over at his group of friends who’d been seemingly watching our every move. “If only those bastards could read lips…” he quietly said to himself.

“Another rule,” I said, pulling his attention back to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jake Mitchell raise his glass to Jace. Ash and the other ladies had joined their husbands and were now watching us curiously.

“What’s that, gorgeous?” he questioned in a cocky voice.

“No kissing and telling to anyone in that group,” I raised my eyebrows and nodded in the direction of our friends.

The many expressions that crossed his face were enough for me to break character and start laughing.

“Sorry, pal. You’re not saying a word about me to any of my friends’ husbands.

I’m not giving them fresh gossip to feed their little circle.

I know those men love running to their wives with juicy details.

My boss is married to your boss, and while your name hasn’t come up at work, I’ve heard plenty of delicious little stories about what some of you single doctors get up to at that hospital.

“You have, have you?” he asked, glancing at his friends as if he were tempted to go find out what I might know about his sex life.

“I have,” I answered, “but not because Ash is one to gossip. Some of the stories she’s told me were merely out of entertainment due to staff being involved with each other.”

“Well, if it’s the story about a doctor and a nurse who were fucking on the ER operating table because all the closets were occupied by others, then that wasn’t me.”

His eyes squinted as if he were searching my mind for what I might’ve heard about him.

“The one where the ambulance and ER doctors brought their gunshot patient in for emergency surgery only to find the table was already in use by a horny nurse and doctor?”

He chuckled, and his eyebrows rose in a way that made him appear so damn adorable.

“Yeah, that’s the story. Like I said, it wasn’t me, but that doctor got what he deserved for holding up an emergency surgery on the busiest fucking night at that place,” he said, seemingly unamused by whatever happened behind the scenes.

“How so?” I was curious. “Ash never gets too personal with her stories, so I don’t know what happened.”

“Well, he was fired, of course, but that was just the last of a stack of reasons he’s no longer employed at Saint John’s. He was banging like four different chicks and had a wife at home. It was a basic recipe for self-destruction.”

“That’s pathetic,” I answered.

“I agree,” he nodded. “I may be a lot of things and might’ve broken a lot of hearts, but a cruel man is one thing I will never be. I love the ladies, but I’m not trying to ruin anyone’s lives like that guy did.”

“You say that,” I became more serious, “but you just admitted you’ve broken many hearts?”

He nodded. “I did, and I have,” he grinned and took another sip of his scotch.

“But I make it very clear to every woman I’ve hooked up with that I’m not looking for a relationship, just like one of your rules dictates.

I sadly cannot be responsible for their feelings, hearts, or emotions after that. ”

“Very true. You know, you seem like a decent guy,” I said with a smile. “My ex was a filthy cheater who—” I clamped my mouth shut when I found myself opening up to the guy about my private life.

That could’ve been a recipe for disaster.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he caught me and smiled. “No emotions, remember?”

I abruptly stood and smiled when he followed my lead, ready to get out of here.

I downed my drink and set the glass on the table. He pulled my arm into his.

“I remember,” I said, arching a brow at him as he smirked down at me, “and since I don’t want to become another casualty of yours, we need to get to work on the particular job I just hired you for.”

For a second, I almost stopped walking. But this wasn’t about falling for anyone. This was about reclaiming my life — and doing it in a dangerously fun way.

We sauntered toward the elevators to the yacht’s staterooms, presumably leaving our friends in collective shock over what was about to transpire between this gorgeous man and me.