Crushing on my Billionaire Best Friend - Jolie Day Page 0,7
purse, and there was no way in hell I was going inside his place with the possibility of yummy goodness stuck in my teeth. Nope. I ate another damn mint.
If I couldn’t have that little souvenir, I guessed seeing Oliver in person wasn’t such a bad alternative.
The taxi stopped, and when I glanced up, I saw his “richy-rich” apartment building towering above me. I grabbed my lip gloss for one more swipe. Hell, what could it hurt?
I paid the cabbie, opened the door, and stepped out—steeling my nerve… I was about to see Oliver.
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Oliver
Nadine. With her silky, long blonde hair, the hem of her mini dress that cupped her round ass, and her long tan legs perched on top of red stiletto heels, my dick jumped in response at the thought of having several hours of uninterrupted fun. She walked in front of me toward the main door of my penthouse, shooting me a “come and get it” smile over her shoulder as she went. Game on.
I’d noticed her at the bar of the nightclub opening. A few minutes later, I’d talked her up over a few drinks. Details like her last name, career, and where she’d grown up were all discussed, but I couldn’t give two shits about any of that when I brought her inside my place.
I had a flawless strategy for getting a woman into my bed. It usually worked like a charm.
Three-to-four steps usually sealed the deal.
I never turned the lights on all the way—Check.
I had a second switch that activated just enough accent lighting to create a dim, sexy atmosphere—Check.
I lit a few candles and opened a bottle of red wine, handing her a glass while she perused my classic jazz record collection—Check. Check. Check.
She was eyeing the obvious choices like Prince and Marvin Gaye. I was eyeing her breasts that threatened to spill out of her sheer and curve-hugging dress. More often than not the secret was to put on jazz—it got women to let their guard down. It helped them relax and get into the mood…and all the more likely to prove their freaky sophistication in the bedroom.
At least in my experience, and, to be fair, I had a lot. I’d admit, there had been a time when I hadn’t known my ass from my dick. But at least women didn’t run out of here clutching their purses and heels in a rush to get the hell away from me.
“Beautiful place.” She glanced around with an impressed smile on her face, thrusting her chest forward.
I clinked my glass to hers. “Looks a lot more beautiful with you in it.”
She laughed and shook her head, and I knew she was about to call me on my generic come-on line. But I also knew she was flattered, regardless of how hard she tried to deny it to herself.
She arched an eyebrow and lifted her wineglass to her lips. “Does that work on all the girls?”
“Sure does.” I flashed a wide smile, staring her directly in the eyes. “It only needs to work on one. Preferably you.” Cheesy, yeah. Worked every time—well, almost.
She blushed and continued her walk around the penthouse. By the time I opened the second bottle of wine and we’d finished another round of small talk, she was sitting so close to me on my leather sofa that she was practically on my lap, grinding against me. Her dress had slid up her legs, revealing her black silk garters. That was a surprise and sexy as fuck.
“I feel like I’ve talked about myself all night.” She stroked my arm with her nails, peering at me beneath thick black lashes, a wanton expression reflecting in her gaze. “Tell me more about you. What about your family? Do they live in New York?”
I took a sip from my glass. “Sure do. We’re all close. I have a younger brother. Miles. We both work at our father’s real estate company.”
Her eyes widened before she sat up with a gasp, her tits “accidentally” brushing my arm. “Oh, my God. Humphries. You’re…that Humphries? In real estate?”
Here we go. I donned my best humble smile. “You’ve heard of us?”
She made a point to move a few inches closer, trailing her fingers from my arm down to my leg. “Of course I have. Your company is legendary. Hasn’t it been featured in Forbes quite a few times?”
“I was actually on the cover once.” I shrugged like it was no big deal.