The Billionaire's Wife(11)

I’m a) fairly certain that he’s trying to shock me with the name of the drink he’s ordering and b) completely certain that he’s trying to get me drunk. I can’t help it though; there is no feasible way to say no to Gideon Lambert. I know now why the man is so successful.



When Gideon returns to our table with the drinks in hand I take a sip and nearly choke on the sheer alcohol content.



“Wowwwwwwwww, that’s strong!” He flashes his sexy smile and sets a glass of water down on the table. “Wait, you’re drinking water? Great, now I look like a lush.” He laughs.



“Well one of us has to have some judgment or things could get terribly out of hand.” The sound of things getting ‘terribly out of hand’ didn’t actually seem all that bad.



“Would that be such a bad thing, Mr. Lambert? I sort of enjoyed myself the last time things got out of hand.” He flashes me a look of disapproval and leans in, lowering his voice to a whisper.



“Rule number one, you call me Ricky.”



“Why? It’s not like you don’t own the building across the street…”



“No, as far as these people are concerned” he motions his hand to incorporate everyone in the room, “I work in the building across the street and I’d really like to keep it that way. I like to keep a low profile Melissa, the last thing I want is tabloids and paparazzi showing up at my home putting their noses in my business.”



“Oh, sorry…” I’m fairly certain I’ve upset him this time.



“I just like being me. Gideon Lambert comes with so many strings attached, golf games and frivolous investments and purchases to make people happy.” He truly sounds exasperated.



“But you showed up at the charity event the other week to make people happy, didn’t you?” I realize as I say it that I more than likely shouldn’t know the information I just admitted to knowing.



“That was charity Melissa, I made a donation to their charity and they wouldn’t accept unless I showed up at the benefit in person to donate it to them. When it comes to business and living the wealthy lifestyle, I can’t stand that shit. I’d rather walk in here every day for lunch, order a burger, fries and a coke and not have someone drill me about what it’s like to be a billionaire.” I take a long sip of my drink, trying not to choke on the weight of the alcohol content. “If you really want to see what things are like in the life of a billionaire like me, take me up on that job offer.”



“Can I think about it?” I suck the remains of my drink through the straw and try to pierce a cherry that sits waterlogged at the bottom of the glass. It rolls around defiantly and I finally give up setting my glass down on the table.



“Sure, you think about it, I’ll get you another drink” Two more drinks is all it will take to get me to the point of complete idiocy and I am certainly not prepared to make a fool of myself for a second time in front of this man.



“Just one more!” I’m fairly certain he hears me although he is pretending that he doesn’t and I watch him head over to the bar once more. Minutes later he has set another drink in front of me and one in front of himself. “Oh so you’re drinking now? What changed your mind?” He runs his tongue along his bottom lip and winks at me.



“I just can’t resist a slippery nipple” Lifting the glass to his mouth he throws the drink back and slams his glass on the table. “Your turn!” God help us both if he starts a drinking competition because I know he isn’t the type to back down and I’ll at least put up one hell of a fight.



“Well, at least tell me what I’m drinking first?” I eye the colorful drink in the tall glass, wondering just how much punch this one will pack when I suck it down.



“Mmm, you’re about to experience a little ‘Afternoon Delight.’” He licks those lips again and I can’t tear my eyes away from his mouth. I remember how it felt to have those lips against me, his tongue teasing me, his mouth begging for more.



“Is that right? Afternoon delight, huh?” I pull the straw to my lips and take a sip; it’s strong but not bad. Definitely enough to make me more than a little buzzed, that’s for sure. One more of these and I’d be begging him to fuck me right there in the bar with complete disregard of what anyone thought. I look back to his mouth as I remember just how it felt to have him kiss me, pressing hard against my mouth. He watches me for a moment as I watch his mouth and then grabs my hand and leaps up from the table. “Hey! I’m not finished!” I know exactly what he wants now, I can see the bulge growing larger in his dress pants and I’d be lying to say it doesn’t make me horny as hell too.