Wife Wanted (A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance)(86)
“Gosh, Sara. You’re the only girl in the world who could be so lukewarm about dating a billionaire.”
“I’m not dating him. The real Sara Nolles is. I’m the fake one, remember?”
“Fake or not fake, you’re the Sara who’s going to be there. Make the best of it.”
“Yeah,” I said, unsure. I was tired of talking about Nick Saunders. “Can we please go find me a nice dress and get some lunch? I’m Nicked out.”
Thirty minutes later, we found the perfect dress, a red strapless that framed my waist and flattered my curvy hips. Red was a color I would never have thought of wearing, but with Amy’s persuasion, I tried it on and knew it was the one. If I dared to wear the necklace, it would be perfect. I glanced at the dressing mirror as I played with taking my hair up and out of the way. I looked good. Really good. With a nice pair of shoes and decent makeup, I’d pass for more than the maid. I might actually look elite and all that. A couple more rounds at the stores and we were able to find some silver, sleek but comfortable heels and a matching silver bag.
NICK
The doorbell woke Nick up the next morning at seven. Normally, he wouldn’t have been the one opening the door, but given the fact that he had given most of his staff the day off, he had to get out of bed. Besides he knew only one person in the world who would wake him up that early – Zia. He walked down the stairs slowly, half-dressed, his head clouded with thoughts of Sara. The doorbell persisted and he took the stairs two at a time.
“Geez, Zia. What the hell?” he asked as he opened the door to let his sister in. She looked perfectly groomed for that early in the morning – a pink pants suit and heels, and makeup as well.
“Good morning, brother,” Zia said, smiling wildly and pushing past him into the foyer. “Did I wake you up?”
“What do you think? Why can’t I ever sleep around here?” Nick asked, rubbing his eyes.
“Sleep is overrated. Besides, if you had a permanent woman, you wouldn’t be sleeping now, you’d be fucking her.”
“Oh my God, Zia, you’re so filthy. How do men ever date you with that mouth?” Nick asked with a smile. “You’re worse than me, and I know women find me vulgar sometimes.”
“You, vulgar? Maybe in bed, but you’re hardly the big bad wolf,” Zia said as she kissed her brother on the cheek and pushed past him. “Get over yourself.”
“Zia, you do know I’m a grown man, right? You may be the older one, but that doesn’t give you the right to barge into my house whenever you want.”
“Come on, bro, chill. It’s not like you have a woman upstairs. Or do you?” She looked past him, pretending to look for someone upstairs. “I don’t see anyone, so I guess you’re by yourself again.”
“Zia, you do know what privacy means, right? It’s something I deserve and something you have to work on giving me,” Nick said.
“Sure, I will. Right after I go over some paperwork with you. Why the soreness anyways?” She dropped her bag on a nearby table and sank into a couch. “Are you going to sit with me or what?”
“Well, can I put on some clothes first? As you can see, I’m half-naked,” Nick said, rubbing his eyes again and pointing to the fact that he didn’t have a shirt on.
“Eww. Please go put on a shirt. I don’t want to see all that,” Zia said. “You should go to the gym more often.”
“Are you jealous?” Nick grinned, trying to flex his muscles. “I guess your men don’t look this good.”
“You wish. Nick, you’ve got nothing on my men. Pity how those girls you hang out with don’t see you’re not all that. I guess money does talk.”
Nick smirked at her and flexed his muscles again. “You’re simply jealous.”
“Whatever. Please put on a shirt and stop acting like your God’s gift to women. I’ll be waiting down here. Make it fast. I have a date waiting for me.”
“In your dreams,” Nick said, giggling as he went back to his room to change into some day clothes. A few minutes later, he came down with some sweats and a tee-shirt on.
“Much better, bro,” she said. “Now, can we talk some business?”
“This early?” Nick said, frowning. “Can’t it wait until later?”
“Why would I be here this morning? Booty call?”
“Ewww, Zia. That’s so disgusting,” Nick said, wrinkling his nose.