Wife Wanted (A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance)(104)

 

"I'd hardly call a quick kiss ravishing. But it wasn't so bad."

 

"Wasn’t so bad? Did you enjoy it or not?”

 

"I don't know. It wasn't totally bad. It was too short, I guess, but it was sort of unexpected, warm and nice."

 

"You whore!"

 

"Can you please stop calling me a whore?" I teased. "I might actually start believing you."

 

"Trust me. No one is going to mistake you for a whore. Even if you had a large neon sign on your forehead advertising your pussy for sale.”

 

"Amy, you're so vulgar."

 

"One of us has to be. So tell me, do you plan on repeating the kiss?"

 

I looked at her like she was kidding. Repeat the kiss? The man would probably kick me out of his house if I ever came near him. “Only if I wore a mask and he didn't recognize me. I treated him like he was evil or something.”

 

"Unless..." Amy had that grin I hated, the one she always wore when she was about to make me do something that was not too smart.

 

"You're evil," I said.

 

"What do you mean?" Amy smiled innocently.

 

"See that smile of yours? It was the same one that got me detention in Mr. William's English class."

 

"That wasn't totally my fault. You said you liked John Dixon, and I just gave him a note from you."

 

"No, a note from you saying he was all I could think about every day. And you gave it to him in the middle of class. Do you remember my horror when Mr. Williams read that note and said it was signed by me?" I laughed. It had been so long since I had thought of that story, I could laugh about it. I hadn’t ratted on Amy and had to live down the shame as if I were the one who wrote the love note.

 

"I know. And you know, I remember the note very well. Dear John Dixon. I like you a lot. I really really like you. I'd really like it if you kissed me after class. Love, Sara Nolles."

 

"Yes! It was not funny then," I said, trying to keep a straight face.

 

"Maybe not, but what has John Dixon got to do with Nick Saunders?"

 

“Nothing. Just that I know you can get pushy when it comes to my affairs with men, but try as much as you want, I will not date Nick Saunders.”

 

"Oh well, your loss. Did you return the necklace to him?”

 

"He wouldn’t take it back. The driver wouldn't take it back. I can't wear it. I mean, I cannot accept such an expensive gift. If he already thinks he can kiss me because I was in his house, can you imagine what he would do to me if I wore the necklace?”

 

"Well, you're not going to wear the necklace. But we are going to use it to get you what you want.”

 

"What I want?" I asked, dreading the answer. She knew what I wanted, rather who I wanted, but I didn’t want Amy’s help because she had a way of complicating things. They were already complicated enough. Maybe I should have stayed and listened to him; we might have shared another kiss or two. We might be dancing together right now. Maybe he would have introduced me to his other guests, and I'd have met someone who would offer me a job. Or maybe I could have talked about a job with him.

 

So many maybes if Nick hadn’t kissed me. If Olivia hadn’t stopped by and the kiss had been mutual, things would have been different.

 

“What you want is Nick,” Amy said.

 

“Why would you think I want Nick?” I sounded defensive, but I hated it when Amy read my mind.

 

“When Olivia Newton showed up, you freaked.”

 

“How do you know her last name?”

 

"There's only one Olivia I know who is rich enough to be there. Oliva Newton. The Italian supermodel."

 

"Oh...it was her. I knew she looked familiar."

 

"He dumped a supermodel for you? Wow! You must have impressed him."

 

"No, she must have kicked his tail so bad he was too ashamed to be seen as a loser, or maybe he just wanted to prove he can get any woman he wanted without her. I’m not sure what type of sick game he was playing, but he’s had his fun and I won’t be part of it.”

 

"So, you’re not going to kiss him again?”

 

“No, I won’t,” I said emphatically. “You need to drop this.”

 

“Sure, I will, but don’t you have to return his necklace to him?”

 

"Dreading it, but yes,” I said. Even to my own ears, my lie was evident. I did want to see Mr. Rich again and was glad I hadn’t returned the necklace. It gave me a good reason to see him again.

 

“So we’ll take it back.”

 

“We?” I asked.