Tempted: Resisting the Billionaire Vol II - Sample Chapters
Prologue
"MJ, if you don't shut up, I'm leaving right now. Do you hear me?" Alison was getting very tired of her best friend’s line of questioning.
“Okay, okay, just let me settle down here a little." MJ fanned herself with a magazine, took a drink of water, and then settled in for more cross-examination.
"So tell me then. What exactly did you say to him?"
"Well, I was left kind of speechless. I mean, my God he's hot as hell--"
"And richer than God."
"Yeah, whatever--"
"Whatever? The guy is loaded. He's a millionaire, right? Certified by the Certified Millionaire Online Dating Agency."
"Does that have to be the most important thing?"
Alison couldn’t have cared less about the guy’s money, in fact, she was pretty sure he was broke, but MJ was fixated on that one idea.
"Why else were you there? Why would you even sign up with a millionaire dating agency if you didn’t care about how much money he has? Every guy on that site should have minimum one million dollars in cash, in the bank and not a cent less or they are guilty of fraud. So don't shortchange me here, Ally. Don’t skimp on the details. Is the guy a millionaire or isn't he?"
MJ knew something was up.
"He kissed me."
"You let him kiss you?"
"He just did it; the perfect kiss. He reached over to me, held my head gently in his hands and then kissed me without another word. It was like he was psychic. Just the right moment, I swear to you, he was amazing."
"You let him kiss you."
"Of course I did."
"Without clarifying his financial situation."
"We took a taxi home."
"Where was his limo? The guy arrived in a limo; did he lose it along the way? A taxi, goddamn it? He took you home in my best outfit in a stinking yellow cab with some motor mouth New York cabbie ogling your cleavage?"
"Taxi, limo, come on. What's the difference? We went back to my place."
"Your place? Why your place? Weren’t you good enough for his swanky pad? Or is it he’s hiding something?" MJ was positively angry now. "Let me check this guy out, Alison. I don’t want to be responsible for you getting involved with some weirdo imposter."
Alison took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. Her friend had never struck her as the gold-digging type and now all of a sudden she was out of control.
How the hell did I get into this mess to begin with? She asked herself. I never even wanted to date a stupid millionaire.
One week earlier, her life had been simple -- uncomplicated. Telling crazy lies to her best friend would have been unthinkable. Openly lusting together over a guy's bank account even more absurd….