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asked for your name, I meant your
full name.”
    “ Then you should have asked
me what my full name is. But you didn't. You asked me what my name
is. I gave you my name. Whether it's my first or last name is
irrelevant.”
    “ Ugh. You're horrible.” I
pout, setting my drink down and crossing my hands over my chest to
glare at him.
    “ I really do enjoy your
company, Tessa. You're absolutely delightful.”
    It's odd to share a conversation with
him like this, entirely devoid of sex. I can still feel my body on
edge, as if I'm waiting for him to make a move. Maybe I am. Now
that we've had this small bit of honest intimate time together, I
think I'm rather ready for things to progress. My hormones are on
overdrive from the thought that he wants to continue seeing me
after I leave The Billionaires Club. My attraction to him has risen
tenfold in the span of just a few minutes inside his
suite.
    “ You're . . . interesting,”
I tell him, not knowing what else to say.
    He guffaws at my response, continually
amused by me, which is a bit irritating. It's like he gets some
sick pleasure out of bending and twisting and shaping my
emotions.
    I watch him down his glass of bourbon
before he sets it on the coffee table and stands up. Here it is.
He's going to make his move. My body screams jubilantly in
anticipation.
    “ Shall we.” He gestures to
the door, and I give him a confused look in return. “You said you
just wanted to talk. We talked.”
    I almost forgot about my no sex clause.
Never in a million years did I think he would actually respect
it.
    Reluctantly, I stand, setting my glass
down on the coffee table and following him to the door. My body is
hesitant to leave, now yearning for his touch more than ever. I
want him to fuck me on the floor. To pound between my legs while I
scream his name and rake my fingers through his hair. I want him to
drive me to the heights of pleasure that he's so capable of
doing.
    He opens the door for me to leave, and
I stand on the threshold, staring at the elevator. I don't want to
go. I want to stay with him all night. I want to sleep in his bed
and wake up in his arms. He probably doesn't want that
though.
    “ Are you alright?” he
asks.
    “ Do you want to have sex
now?” my voice is small and sheepish.
    An arrogant grin crosses his face. “I
thought you just wanted to talk. No sex.”
    “ We did talk.”
    He bends forward, and I feel his hot
breath on my ear. The sensation of it sends a wanton shiver
throughout my body. “How can I ever expect you to trust me if I go
back on my word tonight?”
     
    ***
     
    “ So you didn't fuck?”
Stephanie asks me, sounding genuinely surprised.
    “ No.” I shake my head,
looking over at her where she's sitting under the hair dryer next
to mine.
    “ He just brought you up to
his suite to talk?” She can't seem to force herself to believe
me.
    “ Yeah. We just talked. I'm
completely blown away too.”
    “ That is odd.”
    “ Is it normal for the
billionaires to see their clients outside of The Billionaires
Club?” I ask, trying not to sound too hopeful.
    “ I've never heard of it
before. Then again, I'm not as young as you either. None of these
young rich men would want to spend their spare time with an old bat
like me.”
    “ Don't say that about
yourself,” I chastise her.
    “ What? It's
true.”
    “ He said his real name is
Anderson,” I continue, feeling stupidly happy that he even gave up
that much information.
    “ I can see why he didn't
want to tell you anything else,” Stephanie says dryly.
    “ Why is that?” I give her a
confused look.
    “ Because this whole place
would know.”
    “ Oh.” I scowl. It seemed
alright to tell her, because we're friends. I guess she's right
though. Maybe I should keep my mouth shut. He told me his name in
confidentiality because he thought I would keep it a secret.
Perhaps he was right not to tell my anything else. Not
yet.
    “ You're so naive it's almost
adorable.” She rolls her