The Billionaires Club Read Free

personal and sexual
interests. We were also required to take a photo for the
billionaires to look at. Even though it was the clients who paid to
be with the billionaires, it was the billionaires who picked which
clients they wanted to work with. That meant Anders hand-selected
me out of a pool of other women he could have been with instead.
The thought was almost romantic, though I was probably
over-glamorizing it. Judging by the way that he fled, he likely
regrets choosing me. My mouth sank back into a frown at the
thought.
    “ Anders is fine,” I say with
a sigh.
    “ Anders,” she laughs. “Cute
stage name.”
    “ Stage name?”
    “ Yeah. You don't think those
guys actually give their real names out, do you? They have to
protect their identities.”
    “ Of course, they don't,” I
reply, feeling stupid.
    “ So, how was
Anders?”
    Now is the moment I've been dreading.
Do I tell her the truth or do I lie? She'll probably be mad if I
tell her what really happened. Still, she's my best friend, and I
kind of do want to unload about it.
    “ Anders was busy,” I say
finally.
    “ I bet he was,” she
quips.
    “ No. I mean that he had to
leave on business, so we didn't get to spend the night
together.”
    “ Oh.” The chipper tone
leaves her voice. This is what I was dreading. “But you said that
he's gorgeous.”
    “ He is gorgeous.”
    “ So, you did get to see
him?”
    “ Yes. I mean that he kind of
left before things even got really started.”
    “ What do you mean he
left?”
    “ Like we went up to his
suite, and he got a phone call and had to leave.” Even explaining
this to her is painful. The memory plays through my mind. The
passionate kisses. The tender caresses. His sensual touch. And then
it was all gone.
    “ That's lame. So you two
didn't do anything at all?”
    “ Well.” I twirl a strand of
my hair in my finger. “We kind of made out.”
    “ Kind of? How do you kind of
make out with someone?”
    “ We made out, alright. I
mean we kissed and stuff and he did a few other things, but there
was no sex.”
    “ Details. I'm married,
remember? I have to live vicariously through you.” The happiness
returns to her voice, and I'm relieved. The last thing I want is
for her to be upset about this.
    “ Do I have to say it?” I
squirm uncomfortably. For as much as I love reading about sex,
talking about it makes me feel off.
    “ Did he eat you
out?”
    “ No.” I blush at the
mention.
    “ Did you blow
him?”
    “ No.” I squeak.
    “ Did he finger
you?”
    “ Kinda?” It sounds more like
a question than an answer.
    “ He kinda fingered
you?”
    “ It wasn't penetrative,” I
confess, feeling flustered from the conversation. I can't wait to
get off the phone.
    “ Well, at least it's
something.” She sounds unimpressed. “You have a whole month to get
used to each other. Make the best of it.”
    “ I will. I'm tired. It's
bedtime for me.”
    “ Me too. Work tomorrow and
all.”
    “ Yeah. Sleep
well.”
    “ You too.”
    I hang up the phone and stare at the
ceiling, wondering what tomorrow will bring. I won't see Anders for
three more nights. I get him twice a week, on Mondays and
Thursdays. The rest of the time, he's with other women. The thought
makes me sick to my stomach, though I don't know why. This was
explained to me already. He's not really mine. I'm just renting
him.
     
    ***
     
    I wake up feeling refreshed. After
breakfast, I go to the spa for a facial, and then I decide to spend
the remainder of the day lazying around the pool. There's no reason
why I should let one disappointing night ruin my time.
    My mind has been made up. I've read
enough romance novels to fabricate a few amazingly great sex
scenes. The thought of being with a man whom I don't know, albeit a
gorgeous man, is a lot less appealing now that I've put so much
thought into the fact that I'm just another name on his to-fuck
list. Will I ever have a chance to sleep with someone like him
again? Probably not. But