Sex with the CEO: A Billionaire Romance (The Midnight Collection Book 1) Read Free

waiter. “I think we need something a little bit stronger than tea,” she said, “Bring us a bottle of Limoncello.” Tim’s face curled into something which could have been fear, but most likely disgust and Annabel smiled and twiddled her thumbs as she waited for it to arrive.
     
    After that, the date certainly became less boring. Annabel giggled her way through half the bottle of Limoncello as Tim watched on half confused, half horrified as she became drunker and drunker and less mindful of her opinions and his feelings. When he brought up politics she rolled her eyes and whispered, “bollocks” and when he talked about his job she mock slept and then laughed at him. She had never acted so outrageously in front of a man before and it was liberating. She was having fun and enjoying herself and even though she did wish the date wasn’t happening, she was glad of the experience. She tuned out to Tim’s voice and focused on his rough hands which she imagined having all over her. She thought of them undoing her bra at the back and squeezing her breasts. She thought about what was in his pants. She bet he had a monster cock in there. Surely Tim had to have one redeeming quality and knowing her luck she would be walking away from the best sex of her life. When she noticed it was almost eleven pm she stood up and thanked Tim for a nice evening, even if she didn’t really mean it for the right reasons and she let him walk her to the door of the restaurant before saying she could make her own way from there. She scanned the streets and contemplated finding the closest tube station, but quickly decided there was no way she would manage in those stilettos. She tottered along on her heels and looked for a taxi.

 
    Chapter 4
     
    Dexter sat in the back seat of his Maybach as his driver chauffeured him around London’s West End. It was getting late and he had still to set foot inside a nightclub. He looked out onto the streets and saw girls in tiny dresses with their legs on show and he eyed them up, wondering if any of them would end up going home with him that night. He was determined to get laid and he always got what he wanted.
                  The queues for all of London’s top boutique nightclubs were snaking out down the pavements and as Dexter’s driver pulled up outside of Vita, the hottest new place in the city, he adjusted his collar over his suit jacket and got ready to enter to swarm of people outside. His driver opened the door for him and he go out into the hectic mass of bodies all pushing and clambering to get past the red velvet rope. Security parted the crowd and made a path so Dexter could walk through and as he did paparazzi snapped him, he half shielded his face as he got to the main door. He was ushered inside and led down the darkened VIP tunnel, out of the main section of the club, through two huge ceiling high red velvet curtains and into the secluded, much quieter area where he was immediately set up at the best table in the house, already adorned with several bottles of Dom Perignon. He looked around at the chandeliers and the opulence and instantly felt at home. Even though he’d be comfortable at a country pub, this sort of place was definitely where he liked to spend his time.
                  A waitress in a tiny mini skirt and a skimpy vest popped the first cork and poured him a glass of champagne, Dexter smiled and thanked her before slipping her a fifty pound tip, desperate just to be left alone. He had wanted to be out of the house and knew he needed female company, but right now he didn’t want to be bothered with pointless conversations or servers crowding round him. He leant back in his seat and resisted the urge to check his blackberry. Don’t do it, Dex… Switch off, just for tonight…
                  It was whilst he sat there wrestling with his frustration that Annabel Winter descended the stairs to the VIP area. Fresh from her date with Dim