Betty Nabs a Billionaire (Billionaire New Adult Romance) (BIllionaire Romance) by Pearl N. Lace
Authors: Pearl N. Lace
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Betty went back to her apartment angry after another argument in the lobby with Brewster. She positively hated him and everything he stood for. The neighborhood was gritty but everyone looked out for one another and he wanted to ruin it.
She struggled to make ends meet by picking up odd jobs around the neighborhood to supplement her income selling fruit fro m her garden to local vendors. Her parents were hippies and raised her to love the world and the people on it. They bought a small plot of land almost 50 years ago and she grew up tending crops and selling them to local stores.
Then Brewster arrived and started to ruin everything gentrifying the quiet and quaint neighborhood she had grown to love. Chain stores now populated every block and worst of all the new buildings going up were blocking the sun from reaching her garden.
The real problem with Brewster is that she found him so incredibly hot. So much so that she masturbated to him every night in bed. It was not unusual for her to wake up with her panties sopping wet and her hand on her clit.
For the first few months she tried getting his attention but nothing worked. A small bump in the elevator, a polite hello while they passed in the lobby, and flirting at the pool.
A month ago she changed tactics starting a fight with him whenever they passed in the hopes that she would attract some attention. This time she got him so mad that he stuck his business card down her bra in a fit of anger telling her to call him when she wanted to learn something about business.
Now she had his business card and held it close to her breast smiling. Her plan may just work. All she needed now was a way to get close. Sitting down at her computer she started doing some research on him and his company.
He was in charge of financing all the new buildings going up over the city. Maybe if she put together a presentation about her plot of land and the good she could do it would be enough to get close to him.
For the next two weeks she struggled to come up with a plan and presentation aski ng friends to critique her ideas.
She spent every waking moment thinking of Brewster and how she was going to get close to him. In every instance, her hand would end up down her pants diddling her clit and dreaming of him on top of her panting his name as she dug her fingers into his back.
On the day of her proposal she dug through her closet for a nice, professional outfit. She put on some makeup and a dab of perfume while tying her dreadlocks back trying to look as profes sional as possible. It was so hard for a new age hippy to look the role of a professional, she thought.
She sighed and hoped it was enough so she quick ly took a picture and sent it to her friend for approval. She made some touchups and headed out the door.
Brewster worked downtown in one of the largest office buildings on the top floor. His corner office had a great view of the city. It was this view that made him so successful. From here he could look out and not just admire the city but see potential deals in the making.
Brewster knew that Betty was coming by for a presentation which would probably end in an argument and her being thrown out of the office. He was not sure why he took the meeting but hoped it would not waste his time which is why he made it late in the day. Either that or he could just write her a check for her little property allowing him to build his massive condo project forcing her out of the neighborhood completely.
Unfortunately, his 3 PM meeting ran long and when Betty arrived at 4:25 for their 4:30 meeting she was a bit disappointed to hear she had to wait. 4:30 turned to 4:45 and then 5 PM. She kept inquiring with the receptionist but was told that in fact he was here and looking forward to meeting her but his 3 PM meeting was in fact running late.
Five minutes later Brewster’ s secretary came out, apologizing profusely, and telling her to come
She struggled to make ends meet by picking up odd jobs around the neighborhood to supplement her income selling fruit fro m her garden to local vendors. Her parents were hippies and raised her to love the world and the people on it. They bought a small plot of land almost 50 years ago and she grew up tending crops and selling them to local stores.
Then Brewster arrived and started to ruin everything gentrifying the quiet and quaint neighborhood she had grown to love. Chain stores now populated every block and worst of all the new buildings going up were blocking the sun from reaching her garden.
The real problem with Brewster is that she found him so incredibly hot. So much so that she masturbated to him every night in bed. It was not unusual for her to wake up with her panties sopping wet and her hand on her clit.
For the first few months she tried getting his attention but nothing worked. A small bump in the elevator, a polite hello while they passed in the lobby, and flirting at the pool.
A month ago she changed tactics starting a fight with him whenever they passed in the hopes that she would attract some attention. This time she got him so mad that he stuck his business card down her bra in a fit of anger telling her to call him when she wanted to learn something about business.
Now she had his business card and held it close to her breast smiling. Her plan may just work. All she needed now was a way to get close. Sitting down at her computer she started doing some research on him and his company.
He was in charge of financing all the new buildings going up over the city. Maybe if she put together a presentation about her plot of land and the good she could do it would be enough to get close to him.
For the next two weeks she struggled to come up with a plan and presentation aski ng friends to critique her ideas.
She spent every waking moment thinking of Brewster and how she was going to get close to him. In every instance, her hand would end up down her pants diddling her clit and dreaming of him on top of her panting his name as she dug her fingers into his back.
On the day of her proposal she dug through her closet for a nice, professional outfit. She put on some makeup and a dab of perfume while tying her dreadlocks back trying to look as profes sional as possible. It was so hard for a new age hippy to look the role of a professional, she thought.
She sighed and hoped it was enough so she quick ly took a picture and sent it to her friend for approval. She made some touchups and headed out the door.
Brewster worked downtown in one of the largest office buildings on the top floor. His corner office had a great view of the city. It was this view that made him so successful. From here he could look out and not just admire the city but see potential deals in the making.
Brewster knew that Betty was coming by for a presentation which would probably end in an argument and her being thrown out of the office. He was not sure why he took the meeting but hoped it would not waste his time which is why he made it late in the day. Either that or he could just write her a check for her little property allowing him to build his massive condo project forcing her out of the neighborhood completely.
Unfortunately, his 3 PM meeting ran long and when Betty arrived at 4:25 for their 4:30 meeting she was a bit disappointed to hear she had to wait. 4:30 turned to 4:45 and then 5 PM. She kept inquiring with the receptionist but was told that in fact he was here and looking forward to meeting her but his 3 PM meeting was in fact running late.
Five minutes later Brewster’ s secretary came out, apologizing profusely, and telling her to come
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