The Billionaire's Mistaken Match ( A BWWM Romance) Read Free

Ronnie,” she hollered to the bouncer. The big man waved to her and motioned her towards the front.
    “How you doing, Kit?  Are you finally coming to check out the new digs?” Ronnie was a massive hunk of man; his biceps were as big as Kit’s head. Paloma wandered how he managed to get his shirt on over what was clearly a chiseled body. She realized she was staring and shook her head to clear it. “Who is your lovely friend?” he asked, giving Paloma the once over.
    “This is my roommate, Paloma. Remember? I told you about her.” Oh great, now Kit was telling strangers about her situation. Paloma felt a pang of embarrassment but resolved to hold her head high and let it go. Tonight was supposed to be fun.
    “Well, any friend of Kit’s is welcome here,” Ronnie said, sticking his massive paw out for Paloma to shake. They were roughly the same height, so Paloma was able to look him right in the eye, even in her comfy flats. Boy, were those eyes something to look at too, a deep chocolaty brown that seemed to go on forever. She cleared her throat and pulled her hand back away from Ronnie’s.
    “I’m please to meet you, Ronnie,” she said with a sly smile. Kit gave her a slight elbow to the ribs. Paloma looked down at her friend and just smiled.
    “Well, I can’t just keep you two lovely ladies waiting, can I?” Ronnie lifted the velvet rope and allowed Paloma and Kit to go into the club. “You two have fun.” Ronnie gave them a wink and turned back to the now disgruntled couple at the front of the line. Paloma hoped they wouldn’t cause him too much trouble.
    “What was that all about? You got a thing for Ronnie?”
    “I just met Ronnie!” Paloma retorted. “How could I have a thing for him?”
    Kit just smiled and shook her head. At the bar, she started a tab and made sure the bartender knew that both she and Paloma would be buying off of it. He took their ID’s and set them both with the card before mixing them a cocktail that Paloma had never heard of but Kit insisted on.
    The drink she received was frothy and orange, but didn’t taste like anything orange at all. Nor did it taste like alcohol, which either meant that the bartender had mixed it light, or it was a very dangerous drink. Paloma hoped for the first, but knew the latter was probably more the truth.  When she turned to ask Kit for the name of it, she caught the little woman rushing onto the dancefloor. Paloma couldn’t help laugh, and made her way around the side of the dancefloor, trying to stay out of the way. Dancing was fun and all, but they were crazy out there. She resolved to just sit and watch for a while.
    It didn’t take long for her to draw attention. She was, after all, tall and beautiful, and wearing gold. A number of men looked her way, but none seemed to have enough courage to approach her, and that was fine with her. She had a little too much on her plate to worry about juggling a relationship too. Suddenly, a small, young man appeared at her side. He looked her up and down before his eyes came to rest on hers. “You are one tall babe,” he said.
    Paloma rolled her eyes and stood straighter, looking down her nose at him. “Not interested, pipsqueak,” she said. She was normally not so rude, but when the conversation started like that she was already half out the door. Kit must have noticed the exchange because she worked her way across the dancefloor to Paloma.
    She put out her hands and grabbed Paloma’s, pulling her onto the dancefloor with her. This time, Paloma didn’t hesitate to hit the floor and tried to disappear with Kit into the middle of the writhing bodies without running into to many of them. “Thanks,” she said to her friend.
    Kit shrugged and turned, finding a man behind her to dance with. Paloma felt a little odd standing in the middle of the crowd and made it a point to just have fun. She started dancing, Kit behind her doing the same, and soon she was surrounded by a group of people all