Bet You're Mine: A Lesbian Billionaire Fake Girlfriend Romance(3)

My heart aches for her and I wish I could help. I’ve never been poor before, given what my family does, so I can’t even imagine what she’s going through. She’s nearly in tears and the poor thing is making it out to seem like if she doesn’t come into some money soon she’s going to be in real trouble, and I feel an almost overwhelming urge to do something. What can I do though? It’s not as if I can just walk up and offer her cash; that would be weird and I’d probably be seen as some weird creeper who just stands around listening to people’s conversations. That, and people typically don’t just accept cash from random strangers.

So how do I make my entrance, and how do I help her?

Luckily I don’t have to try and figure that out because her friend nudges her with a smirk when she notices me, and the cute little brunette finally looks over. Her cheeks flush a deep crimson and I can’t help but feel a wave of want rush over me, though I push it aside; not the time or the place.

I saunter over and smirk at her, offering my hand and a grin that I just know will turn those cheeks even pinker, and she takes my hand when I offer it. Her grip is cautious and her hands are soft, and my mind floods with all sorts of images that I have no right thinking about just then. And yet, here I am, still imagining how those soft hands would feel caressing the inside of my thigh, or braced against a set of ropes while she tugs against them.

That’s enough of that.

“Hi there, I’m Rafaela.” I purr at her, leaning over the counter with a smirk and looking her up and down. “You’re beautiful and I would just love to take you for a walk.”

Her cheeks redden even further and I can’t help but smile, and she nervously shrugs her shoulders with a timid smile, nodding towards the door leading to where the demonstrations are being held.

“Erm.” She stammers. “I’m Heather. And, well, I’d love to but I’m too busy working; I can’t really leave my post. Plus, if someone comes in without paying…”

I smirk at her and stand up straight so that I can dig through my pocket long enough to pull out a five hundred dollar bill, and I leave over the counter again with a wink. I let my hand barely touch her hip and I wink at her as I slip the bill into the till, and then I drag my fingers along the back of her hand as I stare into her eyes.

“I think that should cover anyone who decides to walk in, hm?”

She gasps and I take her hand, walking around the counter to pull her along with a smirk, giggling softly.

“Don’t you worry gorgeous; I’ll make sure that your boss doesn’t get upset.”

I glance over at the other woman she was with a sultry grin and I sigh, nodding towards the entrance that I came through initially.

My cousins are in there watching the demonstration, so I’d appreciate it if you could update them and let them know that I’ll be… busy for the next while.”

I turn my attention back to Heather and I smile, pulling her outside by the hand with a hungry grin.

“Let’s take that walk, shall we?”



Chapter # 5





Five





Heather





What is even going on?

I’m always watching the people come and go from the Cozy Nook, thinking about how beautiful and glamorous they all seem and wishing that I could live a lifestyle that allowed for that. Not only that, but that I lived a lifestyle that allowed me the courage to even delve into things; I’ve been so shy and nervous to even check anything out that I haven’t had a chance to even attend one of the demonstrations that Lucille does. Even though it interests me, I haven’t worked up the courage to attend one and approach any of these beautiful people.

And then this Rafael woman comes along, all beautiful curves and striking eyes that bore into mine, telling me that she wants to take me for a walk. What am I supposed to even say to that? Usually when people come and go they barely notice me, let alone flirt, and then this woman shows up with her confidence and her beauty and seems like she’s undressing me with her eyes. Not that I’m complaining of course, it’s just throwing me off a bit and I’m doing my best to keep my cool when in reality I’m freaking out.

I wouldn’t be able to hold back on this if I tried; Rafael is stunningly beautiful and holds such a commanding presence that I wouldn’t be able to stop the situation even if I wanted to, which I most certainly don’t. She walks me out of the building and into the parking lot, and I’ve got the most ridiculous grin on my face that I can’t reign in regardless of how much I try. Whatever, I figure that if she liked my awkwardness as I stammered over her, then a silly grin won’t hinder things any more.

When we make our way out and she leads me to her car my jaw literally drops, finding myself standing in front of… I don’t even know what it is. It’s expensive and beautiful, I know that much, and I can’t help the way I gawk at it.

“This car is… Wow.”

“Right?” She chuckles with a smirk, opening the passenger door for me. “Get in and I’ll show you how much more enjoyable she is when her engine is purring.”

My cheeks flush and I feel a wave of heart wash over me, a whole other part of me purring as my mind runs wild with thoughts I had no right having.

I push them aside and get into her gorgeous car, to which she then informs me that we’re going to go and get iced cream. I can’t think of a better date idea—is this a date? I don’t even know—so I just blush and grin, nodding excitedly as she gets into the driver’s seat.

“That sounds perfect, though I didn’t even know there were ice cream bars open this late.”

She nods at me with a wink and sighs, shrugging those beautiful shoulders of hers as I lock eyes with her.

“I know a place, and they’ve got the creamiest chocolate divine that you’ll ever taste; it melts on your tongue.”

I can think of something else that would melt on your tongue.

I blush even further and just sigh, feeling like I may combust if I try and speak, and she seems content so simply drive us there. The car drives like a dream and I can’t believe that I’m actually in one this nice, never having been close enough to one to even read the plate let alone sit in the seat.

“This is a beautiful ride.” I sigh, unable to stop the grin from spreading over my face. “I’ve never ridden in a car this nice.”

She smiles at me and chuckles, nodding.

“Aston Martin DB11, custom interior; she’s a beaut, isn’t she?”

I nod with a sigh and she pulls into this cute little ice cream bar, and she even goes as far as to walk around and open my door for me. I blush furiously and step out, following her over to the walk up where she orders us both some dessert. Our bowls come and they’re literally the best ice cream I’ve ever tasted, and I can’t help the tiny groan that escapes me when I take my first bite.

She chuckles and I blush right to the tips of my ears I’m sure, shrugging.

“Sorry, this is just really good. How did you ever find this place?”

“Oh it’s just a little hole in the wall.” She says calmly, smirking. “I’m more interested in hearing more about you; tell me how you came to work at the Cozy Nook, how do you like it there?”

I can’t imagine someone as glamorous as her being interested in anything regarding my story, but as she leans over and smiles at me I can’t help but answer her, babbling on and on about the nook and Lucille and working for her.

We get to talking and as different as we seem, the conversation doesn’t feel awkward or forced, and everything about her seems glamorous and fascinating. I can’ imagine why someone like her would be interested in someone like me, but I’m certainly not complaining. To have a woman like her interested in someone like me is like my own version of a fairy tale, except this time instead of a prince on a white horse; it’s a gorgeous woman in a beautiful car.

By the time we finish our ice cream there is no one else left at the bar, and my head is spinning, dizzy and almost drunk with infatuation. This woman is stunning, intelligent, sharp as a knife and she’s interested in me; I can’t believe it. She offers to drive me home and of course I say yes, why wouldn’t I? It’s been an amazing evening and I can’t be happier to have spent it with her, nothing can bring me down.

Or so I thought. We pull up to my place and what comes out of her mouth shocks and appalls me.

“So I’m just going to come right out and say it, Heather. I heard you taking to your friend about your money troubles, and I’ve got an offer for you.”

She leans forward with a smile, brows raised.

“Come out with me again and I’ll pay your bills for you.”

I baulk at her and scoff, all the good feelings I had about our date shattering into a thousand pieces as I glare back at her.

“Excuse me? I’m not that kind of girl, who do you think I am? And how dare you!”

I open the door and tear out of the car, leaving her sitting there in her car as I run inside, just wanting to be alone. So much for her being my dream come true, I guess.



Chapter # 6





Six





Rafaela





The fact that Heather not only got pissed at me for my offer but then proceeded to run out of the car and inside of her house really shocked me; I wasn’t expecting that at all. All I wanted was to try and help, while having some fun along the way. She’s got some money troubles and I can help her with that, plus I know that she’s into me. Why would she refuse?