were at the club?" She took a sip of her coffee and lifted her eyebrow at me.
"Yeah. I met a handsome billionaire type. Stupid expensive car, smelled like heaven, offered me a ring." I shrugged and bit into my breakfast, taking time to ignore the world and enjoy the luxury of such goodness.
"And... how do you know what type of car he has? Did he talk about it all night?"
"Um, no. We, well… you know.” I picked up my coffee as her mouth dropped open.
"Lila. Shit. You could have been hurt, kidnapped, or dumped in an alley."
"Oh, he put a hurt on me all right," I smiled trying to suppress a naughty giggle, and shook my head. "No berating me. Seriously. I want to have a little fun and get it out of my system. James was a dick and totally ruined my life. I'm not ready to trust men again or give them anything but a blow job here and there."
Jessie laughed as her cheeks turned a vibrant shade of pink. "God, you're like a hooker."
"Jealous?"
"Hell yes I'm jealous. We made soup, snuggled and passed out on the couch." She rolled her eyes and took a bite of her own muffin.
I held back my response and ignored the dull ache in my chest as I pictured her evening. I remembered those nights. Snuggling and planning a future with someone you stupidly believed when he said he loved you.
Stop it. Fuck him. Fuck all of them.
"New subject. The bank denied yet another loan request from me." I let out a short puff of air and took a bigger bite of my breakfast, hoping to save myself from having to speak for a few minutes.
"No. Really? That's horrible. What do they want from you? You're young. How could you possibly have successful business history on the books yet? Shit. Everyone has to start somewhere." Jessie's voice grew louder as she ranted.
I took another quick swig of her coffee and laughed. "I know. It's all good though. My portfolio is just getting better and better. Soon they won't be able to deny me. I'll have my spa in the next few years and then I can quit working for other people and start building my own future."
"I wish I could help. I would if I could."
"I know that, silly. It's going to work out. This job I have now is paying the bills and I get to spend most of my day with you. Playing matchmaker when you don't believe in love anymore sucks horse dick, but whatever..."
"Horse dick... really? Great image to give me to think about all day. Thank you." Jessie chuckled and rolled her eyes.
"It's only fair. I'm thinking about it, so you should too."
"You are not. That's disgusting." Jessie tapped her fingers on the table as realization rolled over her face. "Oh. The guy last night was hung?"
"Like a horse." I laughed so hard at the look on her face my coffee almost came out of my nose. It was good to start my day off with someone that loved me. Most likely the only someone.
6 - Asher
I couldn't get her out of my mind, but sitting around the house figuring out how to find my naughty Cinderella without even so much as a glass slipper was out. I had too much to do and honestly it was time to find someone to actually join me in life, not just for a night. But shuffling through a bunch of greedy neurotic women sounded like hell, so I would simply do what most men with my financial status did... I'd hire an elite match making agency.
I was scheduled for lunch with the owner of one of the top ranked agencies, and though I really wanted to cancel and go back to the club looking for clues on my girl instead, I had a thing about missing appointments. I didn't want people wasting my time, so I tried like hell not to waste theirs.
Pulling in front of the upscale restaurant in Beverly Hills, I waited for the valet to come over before getting out of the car. He smiled and tried to act less excited than he was about driving my Maybach. I chuckled and gave him a warning look before walking into the restaurant.
The smell of the ocean filled my senses and I breathed in deeply, glancing around and enjoying the wall to wall fish