Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire: Chapter 19
Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire (Single and Sassy in the city Book 2)
Sarah
Dear Diary,
Have you ever experienced a moment so perfect that it makes you want to cry? Have you ever just felt so connected to one person that it doesnât feel real? Well, of course you havenât. Youâre an inanimate object. You donât feel anything. It would be weird if you did. Or maybe Iâm just weird. Thatâs more likely. But Iâm just here to say that I felt something today. And get your mind out of the gutter, I donât just mean Ethanâs cock. Hehe, donât judge me.
I mean something special. Something visceral. I felt it in every bone of my body. But it scared me.
Itâs super scary to know youâre getting the feels for someone. Itâs much like the day when you realize you wonât live forever and have no control over anything in life. But anyway, Iâm blabbering on. I will tell you more soon. After I laugh and cry.
Sunny and always smiling, Sarah
The smell of hot and greasy Chinese food greets me as I make my way out of Ethanâs bathroom and head towards the kitchen. I can hear Noah Kahanâs suave and svelte voice carry through the room and I smile. Iâm happily surprised that Ethan is playing his music. I hadnât expected that he would actually listen to him.
âReady to eat?â Ethan says as he hands me a plate, filled with so much food that my heart expands with joy.
âMore than ready. Iâm so hungry. Thank you.â I follow him to the dining table and we sit down across from each other. I watch Ethan dig into his fried rice and then start eating myself. I donât want to stuff my face like a pig, but everything looks and smells so delicious that I just canât stop myself.
âI just cannot stop eating. This food is so delicious,â I say as I grab another crab rangoon and stuff it into my mouth. The cream cheese is still warm and gooey and I lick my lips to ensure I donât waste any of its salty goodness.
âWell, you did have quite the workout this afternoon.â Ethan has a glint in his eyes and I giggle slightly. I donât know why Iâm so happy and so flush, but Iâm not going to question it. The afternoon has been fun, but I still can barely believe what has happened or what it means.
âWell, I donât want to say Iâve had harder workouts.â I want to groan as I realize what Iâve just said. What does that say about me? I was talking about in the gym, but Iâm not going to explain that now.
âReally?â He looks at me with a raised eyebrow and narrowed eyes. I can see the surprise in his face and then he chuckles as if Iâm joking.
âI donât know if thatâs a challenge or what.â He leans forward and stares at my lips.
âWhy would it be a challenge?â I ask him, praying I donât just take my clothes off and throw them on the ground. Do not act like a desperado, Sarah. âA challenge to do what?â
âI donât know.â He says slowly licking his lips and standing up. My heart races as he comes to stand next to me and looks down. âMaybe you want a harder workout from me?â He winks. âIâm guessing thatâs your way of telling me that youâd like to do the work?â He puts a hand in the air like he has a lasso in his hands and I swallow hard.
âWhat do you mean, Iâd like to do the work?â
He bites down on his lower lip and my stomach flips as he grabs my hands and pulls me up. He is absolutely gorgeous, and I know that whatever he says next is going to make me want him more because Iâm just stupid and crazy like that. Plus I love a dominant alpha man.
âWell, normally when a woman is on top, she does a lot more work.â He says as he pulls me toward him and the couch.
âIs that your way of telling me you want me on top?â I ask as he falls back onto the couch and pulls me on top of him.
âIâll have you any way that I can get you,â he says, with a small wink. Iâm about to respond that heâs already had me, but even I know I donât want to say that. I thank myself internally for not being a complete blabbermouth as he pulls me up his body so that Iâm positioned on top of his hardness.
âSo are we done with food and we want to have seconds of dessert?â His hands cup my ass.
âWell, I donât know about seconds. Weâve already had seconds.â I moan slightly as he grabs my hips and moves me back and forth.
âHmm?â He grunts.
âThe way I calculate it, we only have room for one more.â
âOh?â He stares at me for a couple of seconds and I smile sweetly at him. âYou said five times and youâre out, right?â
âYes.â He frowns âBut I say many things, and does this really count as five times, being as itâs all been on one day?â
âI think it counts.â I nod. âSo you can have me on top one time, and then itâs done. Weâre done.â
He frowns slightly and shakes his head. âSo, what does that mean?â
âYouâre the one that has the rule that you only do it five times, right?â
âYes.âHe shakes his head in exasperation. âIâve never had a woman remind me of that.â
âIâm not sure why not.â I say, feeling like a fool. Why am I going on about this? Itâs not like I donât want there to be more than five times. I just donât want him to know that I want there to be more than five times. I donât know what sort of game Iâm playing, but it doesnât seem to be working out well for me.
âSo,â He changes the subject. âI think this Noah Kahan guy is as good a singer as you say.â
âYouâre changing the subject?â I groan as I feel him growing harder beneath me.
âI thought that the other conversation was done.â He shrugs as he shifts me to the side and stands up. âWould you like another glass of wine?â
âI would. Thank you. That has to be the best cabernet sauvignon Iâve ever had in my life.â
He grins. âIt is from Italy. I took a trip there last year and bought quite a number of bottles and had them shipped over to me.â
âOoh, must be nice.â I rub my hands in glee. âMoney pants.â I try to ignore the fact that I miss his body next to mine.
âWell, you knew I had money.â He shrugs. âI spend it. Is that a shock?â
âNo. If I had that sort of money, Iâd be going to Italy and buying bottles of wine as well.â
âYouâve never been to Italy?â He looks surprised as if everyone has the money to fly overseas on a whim. I shake my head. âDo you want to go to Italy?â
âAre you asking me if I want to go to Italy because youâre going to take me?â I respond back giggling. He stares at me for a couple of seconds and then shakes his head.
âNo, thatâs not what I was asking.â
âOkay, then.â I feel slightly embarrassed and so I stand up and grab the glass from him that heâs offering me. âThank you.â
âDo you want to watch a movie or something?â He asks me hesitantly and he looks taken aback by his own statement.
âA movie?â I stare at him in surprise. I didnât think that he would want to do anything else with me right now. I was surprised he hadnât kicked me out already. This was technically meant to be a meeting where I was getting in trouble for posting a personal ad that never should have made it onto the company intranet. Instead it was turning into something else. That I had certainly never expected.
âI just think that it would be nice to relax.â He shrugs nonchalantly. âUnless you have somewhere to be, something to do right now.â His voice trails off and he looks away.
âNot right now, I donât.â Iâm not sure what to say. I do want to spend more time with him. I surprisingly like him more than I thought I would. I just donât know if itâs stupid to be liking him. Heâs my boss and I just made love to him several times, and it feels amazing and weird at the same time. Was it really smart to be watching a movie or a TV show with him? Especially considering the fact that this wasnât going anywhere. It wasnât like this was some sort of amazing first date and we were going to make plans for a second and a third and possibly ride off into the sunset and get married.
This man was my boss. Heâd already told me that he has no intentions of dating me. He has no intentions of taking me on a date and whisking me off of my feet. He has no intention of doing anything romantic with me.
This isnât going to end in true love.
âSure.â I say, going against my intellect. âLetâs watch something.â
âWhat do you want to watch?â He asks as he walks over to the living room. I watch as he picks up a remote control and turns on the TV. âI have every TV station and app available, so anything you wish to see, it should be available to me.â
âI have almost every app as well.â, I laugh. âI love watching TV.â I wrinkle my nose. âOr should I not admit that?â
âNo, thatâs great.â He stares at me for a couple of seconds. âNow you can tell me to shut up, but I would love your feedback on something.â
âOh, what?â
âSo weâre planning on starting an entertainment division at Rosser International. Weâre primarily interested in getting into the music industry. So weâre thinking of starting a record companyâ My heart races at his words. Theyâre going to open a record label? Would he ever consider signing me? I donât say anything though. I donât want him to think that I want anything from him.
âThat sounds cool.â I nod. I donât want him to think that the only reason I am interested or care is because I want him to sign me. There would be nothing worse than him offering me a contract just because I slept with him.
âBut weâre also thinking about getting into TV production and also getting into possibly starting our own TV channel.â
âOh?â I stare at him. âI had no clue.â
âWell, you wouldnât, would you? Youâre not exactly-â He pauses as if he thinks better about what heâs about to say.
âWhat? Iâm not exactly what?â
âYouâre not exactly privy to executive talk.â He shrugs and looks me in the eyes. âDonât get mad at me.â
âOh, Iâm not mad.â I laugh loudly. âI work in the copywriting department as a junior copywriter. I barely make $50,000 a year. Iâm not under any illusion that I am in the upper echelon of people that work at Rosser International.â
âYou make $50,000 a year?â He looks surprised, like he canât believe it. He most probably spends $50,000 a day.
âPlease donât tell me you think thatâs a lot of money.â
âI donât. I think thatâs not much money to have to live in the city.â He frowns.
âTrust me when I say itâs hard.â
âI know you donât want to talk about your salary or have me go to HR, but-â
âBut nothing, Ethan.â I shake my head. âYou cannot go to HR and talk about my salary. I do not want you to. I do not want-â
âItâs got nothing to do with us sleeping together. You know that, right?â
âYeah, I know that, but-â
âBut what? Do you think other people wouldnât know that?â
âI donât know. I just donât want anyone to think that there was any impropriety. And I donât want you to think that there was any impropriety here. I donât want you to think thatâ.â
âI donât think you came over here to convince me to give you a pay raise.â He shakes his head. âJust like I donât think you came over here with the intention of-â
âEthan, can we just watch a TV show and hang out?â
âOf course. Iâd like nothing more.â He motions to the couch.
âWhat was the question you had for me? If itâs something I can answer that is not going to be about me getting a raise or anything like that, Iâll be happy to do it. But if itâs about something else-â
âI was just going to ask you what sort of TV shows you really enjoy? Jackson and I have been debating with paying for several scripted drama shows or reality TV.â
âOh, wow. I love scripted drama shows, but I canât lie I love reality TV as well. In fact, thereâs this show Iâve been watching recently called The Traitors, and itâs absolutely amazing.â
âThe Traitors?â He looks at me with a small smile. âNever heard of it.â
âWe can watch an episode if you want.â I stare at him. âYou might not like it, but I think itâs fun.â
âOkay. Letâs watch The Traitors.â He types it into his TV screen remote and I see the word popping up. âThe Traitors USA, The Traitors UK, and The Traitors Australia. Which one do you want to watch?â He asks. âUK, US and Australia. Wow looks like a pretty popular show.â
âYeah, they also have it in Canada and New Zealand, but you canât get that through Peacock. I love the UK one the most, if you want to watch that. Even though US is great too.â
âLetâs do it.â He settles onto the couch. âYou want to sit next to me?â
I stare at him and shake my head and head over to the recliner. He looks back at me for a couple of seconds and shrugs, though I can see a look of disappointment on his face.
âReally Sarah?â
âWhat? You asked if I wanted to sit next to you, and-â
âGet over here, Sarah.â He motions to me and points to the seat next to him.
âExcuse me?â My jaw drops slightly.
âI said, get over here. Or do you want me to pick you up and bring you over?â
âYou are not going to pick me up, and-â
He stands up and I jump out of the recliner quickly.
âFine. I will come over and sit next to you, butâ¦â
âBut what?â He grins as he grabs my hand and pulls me into him. âYou scared to be too close to me? Youâre scared the big bad wolf is going to eat you?â
âWhy would I be scared about that?â I ask grinning. âThe big bad wolf has already eaten me.â
âAnd you loved it, didnât you?â
âI wouldnât say loved it, but-â
âBut what?â His hand creeps up my back and tugs on my hair. âYou didnât love it?â
âOkay. Maybe I loved it, but you loved it too.â
âFuck yeah.â He growls. âI donât know if I should tell you this, but you give the best head Iâve ever received.â
âWow. What a compliment, Ethan. Maybe thatâs something I can put on my resume.â I roll my eyes. Heâs so unromantic.
He chuckles. âBut you know what, you also could give me the best ride of my life too.â He rubs my thigh. âGiddy up, cowgirl.â
âEthan!â I gasp and giggle.
âWhat? Iâm just saying I could help you out. You said you wanted more of a workout.â
âMaybe later.â I grin, and squeeze his hand. âMaybe before I go.â
âPromise?â Thereâs a glint in his eyes as he kisses the side of my face and then looks at my lips. Why is this man so damn sexy?
âMaybe.â I say, as I reach down and rub the front of his pants in a direct way. I love how hard he is already and I bite down on my lower lip to stop from dropping to my knees and taking him into my mouth immediately.
âYouâre such a fucking tease, Sarah.â He pants and I can tell that I am driving him crazy. âAnd I absolutely love it.â
âWhat?â I whisper under my breath as my heart races. I stare at him for a few seconds and then rub my head as my brain processes what heâd just said. For a moment I think heâs said he loves me and I am about to say I think I love you too before my brain calls out my wishful thinking and poor hearing.
I really am losing it.
And even worse than that is the fact that Iâm pretty confident that I am developing real feelings for this man.
How am I falling in love so quickly?
I really am a hot mess.