How To Catch A Billionaire (The Full Series)

by Helen Cooper

  “Well…?” He waited for my name.

  “Sarah.”

  “Well Sarah, I think we are only as old as we feel, right?”

  “I guess so.” I looked at him with pity; only the old said such things.

  “I’m not going to be rude and ask you your age but I think you’ll find that as you get a bit older, you’ll be a lot wiser and be the happier for it.”

  “Perhaps.”

  “You’ll also find that older men are a lot better in bed.” He grinned at me.

  “Excuse me?” I felt my face flush red.

  “Older men make better lovers.”

  “I understood what you said,” I snapped.

  “So why did you say excuse me, Sarah?” He came in closer to me. “If you want I could show you how much better older men are?”

  I swallowed hard as I stared into his eyes. I wondered how I had never noticed them before. They were a beautiful ocean blue and I felt myself sinking into them.

  “I could lean down right now and show you what it’s like to be kissed by an older man.” He bent his head so that his lips were mere millimeters from mine.

  “No.” I breathed and gasped as I felt his lips on mine, warm and gentle. I walked back into the wall and felt his tongue push into my mouth, exploring and touching the insides of my teeth sensuously. I opened my mouth to say something but instead found my tongue exploring his mouth. He must have just been drinking coffee because he tasted a little bitter but addicting. I closed my eyes and reached my hands up to his face to pull him away, instead I found myself playing with his hair. It was short and silky and the ends tickled my fingers. My eyes opened immediately when I felt his hands on my waist and I saw him looking down at me with sparkling eyes. I pulled away from him with as much dignity as I could muster and frowned at him.

  “Now that was uncalled for.” I tried to sound mad but my words came out breathlessly.

  “You didn’t seem to mind just now.” He licked his lips and I watched his tongue slide back and forth on his luscious lips. Lips I had just been kissing.

  “I don’t think you gave me a choice,” I bit back at him. “I’ve a mind…”

  “To report me to Ben?” He finished my sentence for me and I turned my face up at him.

  “You’re lucky you don’t work here, you know.” I pointed at him. “Or I’d have you turned in for sexual harassment.”

  “Really?” He looked at me with a curled lip. “Well that’s a good thing then, isn’t it, Sarah?”

  I flounced away from him and ignored the butterflies in my stomach. He had been right about one thing, older men sure did know how to kiss. My body was still reacting to the sweetness of his lips. I wanted to feel his hands on me again. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and I wanted his tongue in my mouth. I shook my head to banish my thoughts. The last thing I needed right now was a sexual escapade.

  “So Sarah, what are you doing up here?” Bradley caught up with me and I sighed.

  “I came to get some coffee.”

  “Oh?” He looked at me curiously. “Isn’t there a break room downstairs?”

  “Yes.” I sighed. “But Lewis, my boss, said I should just come up here.”

  “Lewis Walker?” Bradley asked with a slight edge in his voice.

  “Yes,” I said surprised. “You know him?”

  “You could say that.” Bradley looked at me with a frown. “You work with Lewis?”

  “Kinda,” I said evasively, not wanting to give him too much information.

  “Are you his secretary?”

  “Excuse me?” I turned towards him. “How dare you?”

  “Huh?”

  “Just because I’m a woman I have to be a secretary?” I snarled.

  “Whoa there, soldier.” He looked at me warily. “You’ve got a bit of a temper on you, huh?”

  “No,” I snapped.

  “Oh ok. I was wrong.” He paused and looked at his watch. “I think I have to go now.”

  “Ok bye.” I turned around and started to walk back to the elevator, deciding it was better to forget about the coffee at this juncture.

  “Wait.” He walked up to me, grabbed my arms and turned me around before bending down and kissing me again. I felt my head going woozy and it was all I could do to stay upright. I kissed him back like my life depended on it and finally he pulled away from me and shook his head. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

  “Uhm, okay.” I didn’t know what else to say, as I was breathless.

  “Do you want to go out tonight?”

  “Go out?” I looked at him in shock. “With you?”

  He laughed. “Most women don’t react that way when I ask them out.”

  I looked at him and I could see why. He was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. “Sorry, I don’t make a habit of dating older men.” Though I could be persuaded to date him. Very easily. But I knew it would be a bad idea. I’d had bad luck with the guys I dated before and I didn’t think he was the guy to break the tide.

  “Who said it was a date?”

  “Oh.” I didn’t know what to say to that. “Well, what would it be then?”

  “Sometimes adults get together just for the hell of it.” He grinned a devilish grin. “But maybe you’re too young to know that.”

  I frowned. If there was anything I hated it was being called too young for something. “I get together all the time with men,” I lied. I hadn’t been on a date in months and the last one had gone horribly.

  “Good. I was thinking you might be a prude.” His eyes bore into mine as he spoke and I swallowed hard.

  “Are you trying to make this some sort of booty-call?” I swallowed hard again, unable to believe that I, Sarah Smith was being propositioned for a booty-call with a handsome older man. This was not happening.

  “Why? What do you kids call it now?” He did his eyebrow-raising thing at me again and I wanted to physically push his brows down with my fingers.

  “I’m not in the…” I paused. I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t worldly. “We can go for a drink, I suppose.”

  “Good.” He smiled and pulled out his phone. “Give me your number.”

  “Why?”

  “So I can call you later and figure out where we should meet?” He looked at me like I was a dope again.

  “Oh.” I gave him my number somewhat reluctantly. There was no way I could get out of it now. “What’s yours?”

  “You’ll get it when I call you.” His eyes twinkled at the look of fury on my face. He was really starting to annoy me.

  “Anyway, I have to go back to work now.” I pushed the button for the elevator and waited.

  “Yes. It would be good if you did some work today.” His laughter followed me as I rode down in the elevator. I studied my flushed cheeks in the reflective walls of the elevator and wondered if I had made a mistake giving Bradley my phone number. I wasn’t used to dating men and he seemed like he may be a bit more than I could handle. I shrugged my shoulders as I walked out of the elevator. I’d just go for one drink and that would be it. No big deal. And then I’d never see him again. I walked into my office and sighed, I had bigger concerns to worry about right now anyway. I pulled up my pie chart in PowerPoint and pressed delete. There was no way that this was what Lewis wanted me to create. I’d have to ask Jane what she thought when I got home. She was good with this sort of stuff. Maybe she could help me.

  Chapter 3

  “Sarah, this is your lucky week,” Jane squealed when I told her I had scored a hot date. I hadn’t been planning to tell her but when she started asking too many questions about the job, I decided to change the subject. I wasn’t feeling as confident about keeping the job as I had been on the phone earlier and didn’t want her worrying now that she had quit hers. “Tell me all about him.” She clasped my hands and pulled me over to the couch.

  “Well, he’s really handsome.” And arrogant, I thought. “He was dressed very nicely.”

  “Has he graduated already
?”

  “Uh, yeah.” I paused. I didn’t want Jane to know that he had graduated many years ago. “I think he graduated two years ago.”

  “Ooh, an older man.” She laughed. “That’s exciting.”

  “Yeah, he’s older alright.” I grinned back at her.

  “How exciting! You got a new fabulous job and now you are dating a new hot guy.” She grinned. “This is so awesome. If I wasn’t so happy for you, I think I’d be jealous.”

  “Oh, I wouldn’t be jealous.” I smiled back at her weakly.

  “So what are you going to wear tonight?” She jumped up. “Let’s go and check your wardrobe.”

  “Oh. I wasn’t going to change.” I bit my lip. I didn’t want Bradley thinking I went home and got all dolled up for him. I wanted him to see me in my work clothes, unkempt and scruffy. Then he’d know I wasn’t interested in anything with him.

  “Sarah. You cannot go on a date in a business suit.” Jane went through my closet and pulled out a dress. “What about this?”

  “Uh, no way.” I immediately grabbed it from her. “This is a casual get together, Jane. I can’t go looking like I’m off to the prom.”

  “It’s not that fancy.”

  “It’s still too much.” I sighed. I walked over to my closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a black top. “This’ll do.”

  “That top is not sexy, Sarah.” Jane frowned.

  “I don’t want to look too sexy.”

  “There is no such thing as too sexy, Sarah.” She grinned at me and held the top up. “Let’s make a compromise then, no bra.”

  “No bra?” I screeched. “Are you joking?”

  “Sarah, this is New York. And this top is too low-cut to look good with a bra.”

  “I don’t wanna be popping out, Jane.” I pleaded with her. “It’s not like I am flat chested.”

  “It’ll be fine, Sarah.” She laughed. “Change now and I’ll do your makeup and hair.”

  I groaned and changed quickly. I looked at myself in the mirror and flushed. My boobs looked huge in the top and the cut made it look like they could pop out at any time.

  “Sexy.” She grinned at me. “Plus, you know he’ll eat it up. You’ll drive him crazy with desire and have him begging you for another date.”

  “Ha.” I laughed but something in me clicked. It would be nice to have Bradley wanting me. That would teach him. He was so cocky and full of himself. I’d have some fun with him tonight, make him think he was going to get some and then go home. That would show him. I laughed again, this time with a lot more joy. “Okay, make me up, Jane.”

  She squealed with delight and ran to get her flatiron and makeup kit. By the time she was done with me, I looked like a sleek blonde bombshell. “You look amazing, Sarah.” She grinned. “He is going to be eating out of your hands.”

  “Yeah.” I frowned and looked at my phone. “But he hasn’t called me yet. Maybe he changed his mind?”

  Jane shook her head. “He’ll call.” And then as if on cue, my phone rang.

  “Hello,” I answered the phone sounding bored, though my heart was beating with a strange excitement. I tried to ignore the feeling.

  “Sarah?”

  “Bradley?”

  “Yes.” He chuckled. “It’s Bradley.”

  “Can I help you?” I spoke in a prim voice and Jane looked at me oddly.

  “Meet me in the Village at Bucks.” He didn’t ask so much as order me.

  “Ok.” I had no idea where it was but I figured I could look it up on Yelp.

  “When can you be there?”

  “In an hour.” I figured that is how long the trains would take to get me out of Brooklyn and into Manhattan.

  “Okay. I’ll see you there.” And he hung up. I took the phone away from my ear annoyed. I couldn’t stand it when guys were abrupt with me. Who did he think he was? I was even more determined to be a big tease and then leave him.

  “Are you guys still going out?” Jane questioned me.

  “Yeah. I’m meeting him in the city. Help me look up the place.” We went over to my laptop and pulled up the address on Yelp.

  “Wow, swanky,” Jane commented as we looked at the photos and reviews. “That’s a nice place for a first date. I don’t know many guys that would take me there.” She sighed wistfully.

  “Yeah, me either.” I didn’t bother adding on that most guys we dated were too young to even consider going for a drink at someplace that didn’t have dollar beers. “Anyway, I better go. I’ll see you later.” I gave her a quick hug and rushed out of the door.

  I arrived at Bucks an hour and half later. The A train had been delayed and I hadn’t known how else to get there. I ran from the subway to Bucks and arrived extremely out of breath. I looked around when I walked in and saw Bradley sitting in a booth with a hot blonde. She looked like a model and I studied her jealously. I knew I was cute but I was never going to be a model. She started laughing at something Bradley said and reached her hand over to touch his arm. Surprisingly, he removed her hand from his arm and shifted away from her slightly. I was surprised. I would have thought he would have been all over the lady. I studied him from where I stood, he was wearing jeans and a white shirt and in the dark light, he looked younger than I remembered. He looked up, saw me then, and called me over. I walked slowly blown away by the warm smile he had given me when he saw me.

  He stood up and looked me up and down before giving me a hug. “You look good enough to eat,” he whispered in my ear as he held me close to him. I felt my breasts pushed against the hardness of his chest and enjoyed the warmth of his body next to mine.

  “You look like you are well occupied.” I gave him a tight smile as I withdrew from him reluctantly.

  “Sarah, meet Alexandria. Alexandria, meet Sarah.” He introduced me to the model and I smiled at the lady, who just looked me up and down dismissively and then stood up. She reached over and kissed Bradley on the cheek. “Call me,” she said to him and then walked away. I watched her go, happy to be alone with Bradley.

  “What would you like to drink, Sarah?” Bradley called over a waiter and ordered himself a scotch on the rocks.

  “Uhm, Malibu Sprite, please.” I ordered a drink, even though I had told myself that I wasn’t going to drink that evening.

  “So Sarah, are you going to tell me what you do at Zoom?” He smiled at her softly and adjusted his position in the seat so that his thigh was resting against mine.

  “No.” I smiled at him sweetly and attempted to move away from him.

  “Ok.” He smiled. “So what shall we talk about?” He moved closer to me once again and I felt him running his fingers up and down my thigh.

  “You decide. You invited me.” I put my hand down on his to stop him from trailing it up and down my leg. I was starting to enjoy the feel of it too much and I didn’t want to let him think he could get whatever he wanted from me.

  “So, tell me about yourself,” he whispered in my ear. I jumped when I felt his tongue slide in and out of my ear canal.

  “Uhm, what are you doing?” I looked at him in shock, though I was starting to feel turned on.

  “I just wanted to see if your ear was as sweet as your mouth.” He grinned at me and I felt butterflies shoot through my stomach.

  “That’s not really appropriate is it?” I looked at him sternly.

  “We’re both adults, right?” He grinned at me and started running his fingers up and down my thigh again. He looked into at my face and then deliberately let his gaze fall to my heaving breasts. “You have beautiful breasts.” He licked his lips. “Are they real?”

  “Of course they’re real,” I shot out. “What do you think I am? A two-bit Barbie?”

  “They just don’t look very real.” His voice was even as he looked at her. “Sorry.”

  “What do you mean they don’t look real?” I frowned at him and looked down at my chest.

  “They just seem too big and perfect to be real.” His voice held doubt. “I m
ean, I’ve seen plenty of breasts and these look fake to me.”

  “Well, I can inform you that they are real.” I glared at him.

  “Well, if you let me do the touch test, I can verify that.”

  “The what?” I squinted at him. Did this guy think I was a fool?

  “The touch test.” He leaned in close to me and slid his hand up my stomach and held it still just under my breast. “You see you can always feel if breasts are real or fake.” He slid his hand up so that it was cupping my breast. I gasped and stared into his eyes, mesmerized by his gaze and how good his hands felt on me. “Real breasts have a droop to them and,” he paused and pinched my nipple, which made me gasp, “when you pinch a real nipple the woman feels it.” His hand left my breast and he smiled. “I guess you were right and your breasts are real.”