Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Do they give dancing lessons?”
My eyebrows shoot up. “What?”
“You took over the dance floor last night, Sienna, or have your forgotten?”
“Oh, that…” I look down at my plate, study the smudge of light green from the avocado. “My ex taught me to dance.”
“Your ex?”
“I’m sure Evangeline filled you in.”
Brett takes a sip of bourbon. “She didn’t. We got your bios and not much more.”
“You could easily find out who my ex is.”
“You want to tell me?”
“Not especially.”
“Then we’ll leave it. Though it seems your wounds are still fresh.”
Brett isn’t entirely wrong. Leroy wouldn’t be creeping into my mind so often otherwise. But having three men pay attention to me in a twenty-four hour period—not to mention the two climaxes—has done a lot to alleviate the trauma.
“Tell me about your work,” I say in a desperate attempt to change the subject. “Are you living your dream?”
I berate myself after asking the question. He’s a damned billionaire. Of course he’s living his dream. Who wouldn’t be?
“Yes…and no.” He sips his drink. “Yes, in that technology has always intrigued and inspired me, and I love my work. I love disrupting industries and creating new markets with innovative concepts and applications.”
“You’ve definitely done that. Your work in robotics is groundbreaking.”
“Thank you. I’m extremely proud of that. I also like founding companies, bringing in the best brain power to revolutionize existing areas of technology. I’ve always been a tech geek at heart. Even growing up in a small town, I was the one who everyone called when they needed help with their computers or phones.” He laughs. “I nearly put the local laptop nerd out of business.”
“You said yes and no,” I remind him, smiling.
“Right. I’m still on yes. Yes, I’m living my dream also in the sense that I vowed long ago to get to a point where I never had to worry about money.”
“I’d say you’ve been successful on that count as well.”
He nods. “True enough.”
“But…” I prod.
He sighs, taking a sip of bourbon. “I’m not living my dream in the sense that I don’t have a companion to share my life with. I want that. I want children who I can raise, teach. Show them the marvels of technology. Of the world.”
“Hence this event.”
“Yes.”
I wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t.
Silence for a few moments, until—
“I like you a lot, Sienna, but I should tell you that I’m determined to spend time with each woman before I make any choice.”
I clear my throat, touch my napkin to my lips. “Of course.”
Does he think I was expecting a ring and a proposal? Hell, I’ve had those, and they turned out to mean nothing.
“I should also tell you that I won’t be getting overly intimate with any of you until I’m ready to make a commitment.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Overly intimate? Come on, Brett. I know a euphemism when I hear one. You don’t think what happened between us on the boat this afternoon was overly intimate?”
He smiles—and damn him, it’s a gorgeous California boy sexy smile. A smile that would make any woman ache between her legs—and I’m no exception.
“I suppose it would depend on your definition of overly intimate.”
“Mine includes coming all over a man’s thigh,” I challenge. “What’s yours?”
“Fucking,” he says matter-of-factly. “Cock in pussy, to put it bluntly.”
I nod. “I see. So everything else is on the table?”
Another smile from him, but this one is different. It has a sly, seductive quality. And yeah, my pussy is noticing.
“It wasn’t supposed to be, Sienna, but yes. Everything else is on the table.”
I squeeze my thighs together as I pick up my bourbon, swirl it in the glass, and let the smoky and nutty aroma drift to my nose. I close my eyes, inhale the fragrance.
Brett is not what I thought he’d be. He’s kind of like this bourbon—unique, more complex than I originally believed, and oddly warm and comforting. His character is rich from his experiences, challenges, and personal growth. He wants to share it all with a partner, yet he’s trying to find her in a most unusual way.
I open my eyes. Brett Dawson is sex on a stick, but he’s much more than a billionaire pretty boy. I like him…and not just because I came all over his muscular thigh.
“I hope that’s good news,” he says, melting me with his fiery blue gaze. “That everything else is on the table.”
I take a sip and then smile what I hope is a smile of a woman who’s ready for her third orgasm of the day. “It’s certainly not bad news.”
EPISODE 39
SEBASTIAN AND HEATHER’S DATE, PART TWO
Sebastian
I cock my head after Heather tells me that June told her some “unusual stuff.”
Heather’s eyes are wide and her lips are trembling while she massages the palm of her hand with her thumb. She seems truly worried about June.