Page 11 of The Billionaire's Classmate

“That’s right.” He smiled at her again.

“Melt in your mouth pleasure, sweet and lovely. I just wish you hadn’t just been attacked. Then, I’d take you in my bedroom and give you a great time. Man, look at that body…”Sam was amazed by her great looks.

“What a true gentleman. He looks fantastic. I wish I met more guys like him…”

“I’m Aisha Wilson.”

“Nice to meet you, Aisha. I’d shake your hand, but…” Sam then raised his right hand in the air and showed it to her. There was some blood in his palm, right under his middle and index finger.

“It’s ok, I understand. What about him?” Aisha pointed at the unconscious man on the sand, eighteen feet across from her.

“Don’t worry. I’ll call the cops when we get in. Now, follow me.”

“Well, hold your horses, Sam. Can a girl catch her breath or something?” Aisha protested.

“After you…” Sam pointed at the bench and they both walked towards the bench. Still in a state of shock, Aisha sat on the bench and put her right hand on her chest. Sam lay back on the bench, raised his arms and placed them on the back of the bench, as cool and composed as a man can be. In spite of the fight he had just been into, the young man had kept his composure.

“Alright, I gotta ask. What the hell were you doing here?”

Aisha lowered her eyes and looked to her left, somewhat surprised by his remark.

“You’re not very perceptive, are you? Hello? Look at me!” Her voice got louder.

“Yeah, I get it, you were running on the beach and all, but did it have to be at dusk? Anyway, I’m just glad I needed that cigar. I think my nasty habit’s just saved your ass.”

“Yeah…” Aisha smirked.

“We wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to that great little ass of yours, would we?” Sam added.

“Now he’s messing with me. I’d probably tell him to go to hell, had he not saved me from that prick.”Aisha tried to get rid of the sand in her hair by running her fingers through it, one hand at a time.

“Well, you know what I do for a living. What about you?”

“I’m a barmaid. Not really loving it, but it’s a living. I’ve been through college, but that’s a long story.”

“Ok, you can tell me about it later. Now, I need a favor. There’s this big client I’m after. His name’s Jack Martelle, he’s a banker. Have you heard of him?”

Aisha nodded.

“Good. All I want you to do is pretend you’re my fiancée. You don’t need to speak or anything. Just play along, nod, you know, be a woman and it’s all gonna be just fine. After tonight, you won’t have to see him or me again. We’re even, ok?”

Sam’s low tone seemed to have an effect on Aisha. He had a large vein on the right side of his forehead. He was so tense that she thought it was about to explode. Nonetheless, Aisha had been through a lot and needed a minute to take it all in. She had just been attacked. More than that, her attire was not suited for a special occasion.

“Um, hello? I don’t mean to sound ungrateful or anything, but can you take a minute and think aboutmehere? I’m a mess…”

“He didn’t hurt you, did he? And don’t worry about clothes; my sister’s got dozens of fancy dresses upstairs.”

“Well, no, but…”

“Don’t. I don’t wanna hear about it.” Sam repeated his previous gesture, when he raised his right hand in the air. This time, it stopped just an inch away from her mouth. Then, he leaned forward, towards her and grabbed her by the shoulders, squinting at her.

“Aisha, the guy thinks I’m gay!” He whispered. The baffled woman stared at his stone-blue eyes and felt her pulse rising, but she could not help but burst into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

“I… can’t do this right now.” Aisha could not stop laughing. She even averted her gaze from him and looked at the closed door, five feet to her right.

“What? You’re gonna bail on me?”