The Night I Ensnared a Billionaire

three drinks and was

dancing and flirting on the dance floor. The wh

antly checking her phone and drowning her sorrows in booze every

ood ex of hers at the class reunion t

to cheer herself up, but even after three hour

est club in the city, can't even find one decent guy." She sighed,

o snap at him, but she bit her

d up a bit as she

h a couple of shirt buttons undone, showing off his sharp colla

o herself, wow

ly he

ips as she met h

in a fitted dark dress t

s Tristan Alastair's

ely liked

caught the hint of d

yful smile, "Hey ha

ighter out of his pocket

garette, leaned back against the wall, and l

ave the lighter

, "You know, smoking isn't

ch and smooth, k

the old-school thinking? Since whe

ing, speaking in

s allure was amplified, even as

second, his smile growin

stead, she crushed her cigarette

ou into this? Then how 'bout

axed, a bit tipsy

out it; she just t

er than her ex – the

im got her all fired

o mess around with hi

yes squinting slightly, "You'r

Do you think a drunk pers

er to be so blunt,

ing with mischief, "What else do men and women desi

mingled with the alcohol

t fragrance that seemed

and studied her boldness w

a sleepover?" he

n more enticing, "I've got a feeling you're th

ow cocked, "Am I the first

the drinks, Nova under

e first. And you?" she sho

hed with amusement,

r against the wall, his hand framing h

hed, and her heart

here been?" he whispered, h

up at him, "Words don't do this

y comes with a few drinks, she snuggled into his a

smiled, not s

, but he was drawn to he

ant to skip the small talk and

eeling a wild rush sh

hat's up? You chicken? Or do you think I can't foot the bi