The Billionaire’s Unlikely Bride(3)

“Yup. It was me and about a million corn fields.”



“Well, I like popcorn.”



“I like popcorn too.” I smiled at Peter. He was a lot nicer than most of Brittany’s other friends. I had never really been comfortable around most of them. They seemed more concerned with comparing new shoes and handbags than talking about anything substantive. And I certainly didn’t fit in, I didn’t know my Gucci from my Mossimo and had never owned a designer pair of jeans or shoes.



“We should get some soon.” Peter watched me as he spoke.



“Yes, we should.”



“Maybe we can grab a movie.”



“Maybe we can.”



“Omg, you two, I am going to scream already. Just plan a date already.” Brittany flapped her arms around as she screeched at us. Sometimes she reminded me of a teenager as opposed to a 25-year-old girl. I think it was because she was spoilt. She was my best friend and one of the best people I knew but she acted like a little kid sometimes. It was her dad’s fault. He always gave her everything she wanted. In fact, it was because of her that I had been able to live with her rent-free for soo long. I’m pretty sure that he didn’t really want that. Though, I wasn’t really sure. I’d only met Mr. Rosewood about 5 times and he’d never really paid much attention to me.



“Elle, will you go to a movie with me next week Friday.”



“Yes, I will. Thank you for asking Peter.” And then we all laughed.



“C’mon guys. Let’s go dance.” Brittany grabbed our arms and dragged us onto the dance floor. Laughing I followed her and we all started to dance. It didn’t take long for a tall man to grab her and they drifted off on the dance floor to bump and grind. The music playing was all top 40 R&B and I tried to keep up.



“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I’m not the best dancer.”



“You seem like a good dancer to me.” Patrick grabbed me around the waist and proceeded to grind into me. I tried not to flinch away from him. I wasn’t really in the habit of dancing intimately with strangers, but I didn’t want him to think I was making a big deal of the way he was moving.



“You’re a really good dancer Elle.” He whispered into my ears. I felt his hands on my butt and nearly jumped. Somehow we had made it to the side of the dance floor and he had me pushed up against the wall as we were dancing.



“I wish you had a skirt on.” He grinned at me as he continued grinding into me. “I’d lift you up right now and then you could wrap your legs around me.” I tried not to look too shocked at his words. Maybe he thought I was turned on by his talk, I mean it’s not everyday a modern day Don Juan wants to be with you. I tried to ignore him and just smiled as I danced. It was when he started nuzzling my neck that I knew I had to take a break.



“Sorry, I, uh, I need the bathroom.” I pushed him away and almost ran off the dance floor.



“Yeah, I need to take care of things too.” He grinned at me and followed me off of the dance floor. I nearly cringed but tried to keep my face calm. Maybe it was me. Maybe I was more of a prude than I thought. I hadn’t dated in over a year and because I didn’t believe in casual sex, I also hadn’t made love in that long either. While I didn’t know Peter well enough to know whether or not I could see him as a husband, maybe I should at least think about a casual relationship with him.





Chapter 2



We got home around 1am. We all were going to brunch at Brittany’s dad place the next day and knew we couldn’t show up with a hangover. I let Peter give me a long kiss as we said goodbye and had to put up with Brittany’s squealing all the way home.



“I knew you guys would hit it off.”



“Yeah, thanks for the introduction Brit.”



“So, I should tell you something, prepare you for tomorrow.”



“Uh, yeah?” My heart started beating.



“So Olivia…” She paused.



“Yeah?”



“She’s a bit of a snob and a bitch?”



“Okay.” I was puzzled as to why she was telling me this.



“So she may not approve of you and Peter.”



“Oh, okay.”



“I just want you to be prepared. Just in case she’s mean.”



I laugh. “Oh Brit, it’s okay. She has nothing to worry about.”



“Well, if you guys get married she’ll be your mother-in-law.”



“That’s a big if Brit.”



“Well, you should…”



“Hey, I’ll worry about it if it comes to that, ok?”