Showing concern for the girl he just dropped off was a major plus in my book, even if it was Nicole. Even if he was a complete jerk, he was a good guy. Typing with one hand, I emailed him back.
She's just fine. She did tell me what a big dick you have, though. Don't worry, she also told me she didn't get laid, despite throwing herself at you.
Almost immediately after hitting send, my phone chirped at me.
She's right on both counts. See you for breakfast, 8:30 am.
I could just imagine his cocky look as he wrote that. It made me smile. He was so damn sure of himself.
Suddenly, Nicole perked up. “I think I'm done,” she said, wiping her mouth with her hand. I got her some tissue to clean her face up, then helped her out of her dress. She
pulled off her bra and panties without even thinking to check if it was cool with me. It was the first time that I saw her completely naked, and again I was jealous of her fuller breasts and fit body.
It was a sight I was glad that James never got a chance to see.
Chapter Twenty-One
At 8:30 am on a Saturday morning, there was never anyone at the university's breakfast nook. I immediately picked James out as the only person there, even with the aviator sunglasses on his face.
When he saw me, he smiled. “Good morning. I got you some breakfast.” He was wearing some nice khaki slacks with a button up shirt. On anyone else it would have looked formal, but it was the most casual I had seem him dressed since Christmas.
I sat down and looked at the delicious-looking bagel sandwich and coffee in front of me. “Good morning to you. I'm shocked you're up this early. You should see the state Nicole is in.” I had left her with a bucket last night and had to empty it when I woke up this morning. At least she got it all in the bucket.
He put on that panty-melting, cocky grin of his. “In my profession, a lot of business meetings take place over cocktails. A lot of business meetings also take place over breakfast. You learn to get over hangovers fast.”
I laughed. “I guess I got a lot to learn. Between you and Nicole, I guess you drank the bottle of vodka and two bottles of champagne.”
He chuckled. “No way. I mean I think Nicole drank almost half that bottle of vodka, but I had a lot less.”
“Weren't those bottles kind of expensive? Did you bring them home?” I asked.
He pulled the sunglasses down to look me in the eye. “You're joking, right? Even though I paid a thousand dollars for it, it was still a forty dollar bottle of vodka. Besides,” he said, leaning back. “I'm Mr. Millionaire, remember?”
I giggled at the memory. “Nicole said she had a good time with you. She told me that she didn't see your dick, but she estimated that it was about sixteen inches long.” I made the same “this big” gesture that Nicole had.
He laughed. “Maybe I did stuff one of those bottles down my pants to sneak it out.” He looked at me seriously. “I did turn her down, though.”
I grinned. “Bet that was hard.”
He shrugged. “I don't think I'm telling you anything you don't already know, but I've fucked hotter.” He pulled his sunglasses down again, looking at me with a cocky grin.
I knew that he was both talking about me and talking about girls other than me. I didn't really care. It still made me feel wanted. I was wearing just a jacket and jeans, but I felt like I was wearing my sexy outfit from last night. “Have you ever had to turn down hotter girls, though?”
He made a hissing sound. “That's a hard one. And Nicole did know every trick in the book, you were right. A week ago I would have slammed her right in that club, but...”
“But what?”
“But I met someone better a few days ago,” he said. I felt a warm glow spread through my body as he continued. “Or rather, I got to know someone better that I knew for a long time. I was telling the truth last night, Allie. I didn't come here to pick up tail at a club. I didn't come out here to go to a club at all.”
I suddenly remembered that I had insisted that we go out when I was still mad. “Oops. Sorry your night turned into a disaster.”
He kept his hard expression on for a few moments longer. “Well, I guess it's payback for the hell I put you through for the last few days.”
My jaw dropped a little. “Who says you put me through hell?”
“Nicole did, of course. For a little while there, she wouldn't shut up about how much of a Debbie Downer you had been over the last few days. She even blamed me for you leaving the club early at one point, saying that it was supposed to be a girl's night.” He smiled that confident grin again. My panties were in definite danger of melting if he kept doing that. “Then she grabbed at my sixteen inch dick and told me she knew a way I could make it up to her.”
I rolled my eyes one last time. “So how bad did shee give you blue balls?” I asked.