Page 18 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife (Billionaires Seeking Wives Club #1)

Chapter Ten

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I feel slightly guilty for teasing and taunting Sabrina.

I can tell by the look on her face that she’s shocked by some of my words.

In fact, I’m shocked by some of them, as well.

But I couldn’t help myself. There’s something about her that brings out the bad boy in me.

That makes me want to flirt. That makes me want to cross over lines that I wouldn’t normally.

Something that has been dormant in me for a year.

But she's going to graduate soon, and she looks sexier than I've ever seen her.

I know I should stop, but teasing her has become one of my favorite pastimes.

I look across the table and see that both Miles and Erica are watching me with curious expressions. I wonder how much they've seen and heard. Hopefully not enough to make them suspicious. And if they are suspicious, I may have to think of an inconspicuous way to get the focus off me.

“Can I help you?” I ask them wryly, staring back just as curiously.

They exchange glances, and then Erica picks up the menu and shakes her head in slow motion.

Miles looks around for a few moments and offers me a sly smile.

“This isn’t the sort of establishment you normally enjoy.

Now that you know the women are safe, we can leave if you want to. "

All eyes are now on me as I stare at him, slightly confused and annoyed.

Why would he even make a suggestion like that?

I don't want to leave. There is nowhere I'd rather be right now than here. Which is actually ridiculous. I have several contracts to read over, two calls to make to Japan about another deal, and some trades to put on the docket for Monday morning. I have a feeling a certain niche paint manufacturer is going to blow up in the next couple of weeks, and I want to make sure I’m invested before the collaboration deal with a major hardware store is announced.

“What do you mean leave? We just got here.” I look at him like he’s crazy.

"Why would we leave? I'm hungry. And I have more than forty dollars to pay for a meal.

And we know these two can eat a horse." I look over at Sabrina and smirk. She’s glaring at me, her big green eyes like spitfires.

Her lips are ravishing, but seem to have doubled in size since I last saw her.

"Did you get stung?" I ask her, frowning slightly. Her lips, though juicy-looking, are oddly proportioned right now.

"No. I didn't. And what do you mean we can eat a horse?"

"I'm just saying that you and Erica have healthy appetites. A man needs more than $40 to feed you." I chuckle. “You don't want me to leave, do you?” The words hang between us for a few moments.

“Yes, I would,” she says, eyes still flashing. “Very much so.”

“What fun would that be, though?” I grin at her. Her cheeks are rosy, her long hair shining in the artificial light. She looks stunning, ravishing even. Get your mind out of the gutter, Wes.

“I don’t know that it will be fun with you here. It would probably be more fun watching paint dry than sitting here next to you at dinner.” She smiles sweetly. "Or I could be watching ants walk across the street. That would also be more fun."

Not more fun than sucking my cock. Or sitting on my face.

"Why are you smirking like that?" she asks, frowning. "That wasn't a compliment."

I wonder if she'd frown if I slipped my fingers under her skirt to check if she had on any panties. If I made her come right here on that seat.

"Wes, why are you chuckling?" She snaps her fingers in front of my face. She is certainly feeling comfortable around me again. Which I'm glad for.

"You don't want to know, doll." I look down at her legs and back into her eyes. "I was just thinking of ways I could make my company more attractive to you than watching paint dry."

"You can't," she retorts quickly, but I see the dark red hue spreading up her neck.

“Would you rather you two pay for the Dom Perignon, caviar, and oysters yourselves, then?” I go to stand up and look over at Miles.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe Erica and Sabrina should enjoy the evening by themselves.

Bill and all." I look at the two women and nod my head.

"Enjoy the evening. I hope you brought your credit cards with you. "

Sabrina just lets out a low growl. “You think because you have money, you can do and say whatever you want. Like we're going to beg you to stay because you are rich.”

I smirk. “I don’t think that I can say and do whatever I want just because I have money.

” I chuckle and sit back down. "I say and do what I want because I'm an alpha male, an intelligent person, and a go-getter.” I lean forward and tap her on the nose.

“I say what I mean and what I want. No need to take it personally, little wren.”

“I’m not a little wren.” Her eyes narrow. “And I don’t take anything personally.” She takes a deep breath. “I don’t care if you stay or not. What about you, Erica?”

“If you’re staying, then you are paying, and I’m getting filet mignon and the dauphinoise potatoes and a salad,” Erica says, and I roll my eyes as her eyes continue down the menu. And they got offended when I said they eat like horses. They probably eat way more than horses.

“And I think I’m going to get the lobster tail,” Miles says with a glint in his eyes. “I feel like some seafood today. Especially if you’re paying, Wes." He cackles, like he doesn't have 300 million in his bank account.

“Sounds good. Maybe I'll get the surf and turf and enjoy both.” I look over at Sabrina, who still looks annoyed. Her lips seem to be even puffier now, but I'm not sure if I should mention it again. “What about you? Don’t tell me you’re going to get a cheeseburger and fries?” I tease her because that was always the meal she wanted to get when she was younger and we would all go out to eat.

“I’ve grown out of those days,” she says, smirking.

“In fact, I’ve grown out of a lot of things I used to think, say, and do back when you knew me last.” She gives me a knowing look, and I wonder if she's trying to tell me that she no longer wants me.

That she's no longer offering herself to me on a platter.

Like that would hurt me. I'm the one who turned her down.

“What? Since last year?” I say, laughing. “So you're saying you've matured and are now wiser in a year?”

“I mean, since I was a teenager.” She licks her lips and frowns.

I watch as she touches them gingerly, and her eyes widen in alarm.

"I am nearly twenty-two now. And yes, in the last year, I've realized that I deserve so much more than I was willing to accept last year.

" She makes a face. "I went through a weird phase last year. I don't even know who that girl was."

"What are you talking about, Sabrina?" Erica leans forward with a frown. "What weird phase? I don't remember it."

"Nothing," Sabrina mumbles and turns pink.

I'm guessing she never shared the news with Erica that she asked me to take her virginity last year and that I turned her down.

Not that it hadn't been hard. Pun intended.

Everything about the situation had been harder than hell.

But I'd known then that there was no way I could deflower my little sister's best friend, a college junior, and feel okay about it. Unfortunately, Sabrina obviously took the rejection much harder than I intended. She had to have known that it wasn't because I didn't want her or didn’t think she was attractive, but rather because I respected and liked her and didn’t want to be seen to take advantage of her. Plus, I knew Erica would kill me. And I loved my sister tremendously. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her or her friends.

Not even when I was very much attracted to one of them.

Sabrina has been the star of my fantasies since that night.

I can still picture her in the sexy negligee that she wore.

Fuck, I need to get my mind off that night. I’m growing hard under the table, and the last thing I need is for little Wes to make an appearance. My pants are tight enough that a bulge would be very noticeable.

“Yeah. You were a teenager years ago. I have been in your life since then, Sabrina, even though you’ve chosen to disappear for the last year.” I don't want to have this conversation here, but I can't stop myself from bringing it up.

“Aha!” she says, pointing at me. “So you do know it’s been a year.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Darn. I forgot I was pretending I didn't noticd that she was ignoring me.

“Earlier, you said it had been a couple of months since we'd last seen each other, but now, you’re saying it’s been a year. So, you do recognize that I haven’t been speaking to you for a year.” As if I could forget.

“Aha,” I say with my own smirk. “So, you do admit that you have been deliberately ignoring me.” Let's turn this around. I much preferred the focus on her and not on me. "I hope I didn't hurt your feelings," I say in a low tone.

She folds her arms against her chest and presses her lips together.

She knows I’ve called her out. And she knows we can't have this conversation here.

Erica and Miles are staring at the two of us with eager eyes, and we're both suddenly aware that my brother and sister want to know what the hell is going on.

“Is this a conversation that you guys want to have alone?” Erica asks with a questioning look at Sabrina. "I thought you weren't ignoring him."

"I mean only a little bit." Sabrina looks down. "I can't remember."

"Liar," I call her out and she glares at me.

“Not at all.” Sabrina reaches down and squeezes my thigh. Hard. If she moves her hand further up, we're going to have a problem.

“I mean, you sure about that?” I laugh and grab her hand and press down on it.

“I’m sure. Let’s change the subject,” Sabrina says as she attempts to pull her hand away. It's soft and weak. No match for my strength. Though I let it go eventually.