Billionaire Romance Boxed Set 1(71)
“Don’t drive so fast,” Sam says nervously.
Brian turns his head heavenward. “Yes, Mom. You’ve said that for the sixteenth time already. I’m within the limits, OK?”
He was right. She’s driving him batty, hot body or not. No wonder she doesn’t have a boyfriend. Now, if only he can get this weekend over with and everything would be normal again. He’d go to clubs with Caleb, pick up girls and fuck his brains out. And no one is going to tell him, “Don’t drive into me so fast.”#p#分页标题#e#
Christ, what a waste of a weekend. Especially when she made it clear he isn’t to have any sex – not with her, not with her friend, and not with anyone else at the party because they are supposed to appear as ‘a couple’.
Hell, he’ll find his ways.
“Hey, asshole, you’re supposed to be her slave.” Cassie knocks the back of his head with her fist.
“Ow. Doesn’t mean I won’t bitch and gripe my way through it. There isn’t a rule against bitching, is there?” Brian glares at Caleb.
“Nope, forgot to make that a condition,” his best friend says.
Sam says, “I think we should go over the list again.”
Brian groans. “I remember everything, OK? You like Zumba. We met at the gym. You were wearing this two-piece outfit and I thought you were hot.”
She is hot, but he’d rather eat thumbtacks than to ever admit that.
“Go on,” Sam says tersely.
“So … I asked you out. And we found out … during our ridiculously romantic date – ”
Christ, he doesn’t even do dates.
“ – that we went to the same school together.”
Cassie interrupts, “I still can’t believe you never told your Mom about Brian.”
“What’s there to tell? It was hideously embarrassing.”
Brian sighs. OK, so he was a handful as a kid. So his folks had to pull him out before he got expelled. But he did get expelled from two schools anyway and he had to have psychological counseling.
“Look, I was a kid, OK?” he says in a conciliatory tone. Semi-conciliatory, since he doesn’t do full-out conciliatory. “We were all kids. We did things. Stuff kids do. You’ve just got to let all that stuff go or you’d be a nutcase.”
He certainly did, and look where he is now.
“Wow, and that’s supposed to be an apology?” Cassie says.
“Butt out. I wasn’t talking to you.”
“Hey, be polite. Sam, make him grovel.”
“Groveling’s not in the deal,” Brian remarks. He’s still not clear about what is and what isn’t in the deal, but Caleb promised to make it up as they went along.
Oh shit. That’s exactly what he should be afraid of.
Still, he’s glad Caleb has managed to make the payment to the bank before the foreclosure. He would hate it if Mrs. Carr, proud woman that she is, would be out in the streets. Especially when she has been practically a mother to him when he was growing up.
The Carrs. Damn their fucking pride. There was many a time he wanted to go to a fancy restaurant or order a bottle of Dom Perignon when he and Caleb were out together. But nooooo, Caleb had to insist on paying his fair share. Which would set him back a week’s wages. So Brian just gave up, and they did stuff more attuned to the size of Caleb’s wallet – such as going to clubs and bars and gyms and bowling.
Sam lets out an audible whoosh of breath. “So you remember everything,” she says.
“Yeah, and you like your vibrators turned up to the max.”
Sam gasps in horror.
“I do not have a vibrator! Where did you come up with that?”
“Yeah, asshole!” Cassie slaps the back of Brian’s head again.
“Seeing that you are between boyfriends, I’m reckoning you’re probably sexually repressed.” Brian turns to Cassie. “You do that again, and I’ll write ‘ASSHOLE’ in chalk on your seat.”
“Oh, so you remember.”
“It’s all coming back to me through hypnotic counseling.” Brian glances at Caleb. “Light me a cigarette, will ya?”
“You shouldn’t smoke while you’re driving.”
“So send me to detention.” Brian sighs. He figures he’s going to have to go through a whole carton of cigarettes before the weekend is up.
*
They arrive at the boutique hotel in Hartford which is rented by Lori Fox, soon to be Mrs. Lance Buchner. The blood starts to roar in Sam’s ears. This is a mistake. She shouldn’t be trying to delude anyone. What was she thinking about, letting Cassie talk her into this sham with Brian Morton of all people?
Still, the black Ferrari gets stares from the doormen as it revs up the driveway. It’s like Brian – sleek, dark, shark-like. It was Cassie’s idea to make Brian drive them to Hartford in his car. Well, one of his cars, anyway. She had even handpicked the most polished and flashiest.