The Billionaire Goes For Broke: Book 1: London by Madison Rain Page B
Authors: Madison Rain
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curious, yes.” Michael said, placing his empty glass on the circular coffee table in front of them.
“She’s made quite a name for herself in the fashion industry. We all expected her to simply marry rich and grow into an old socialite like her mother and aunts.” George laughed a little as he spoke. Michael raised his eyebrows.
“What does she do?” He had met Victoria, but only briefly. It was enough time to be left intrigued by her though.
“She started off by blogging about fashion trends. She has a few photographer friends who took pictures of her for the blog. Now she’s the most popular fashion blogger in the UK and apparently that comes with a lot of perks. Women all over the world hang by her every word. Or so I hear.” George leaned in towards Michael. “She’s single by the way. Or at least, she’s not serious about anybody.” He added. Michael laughed again and leaned back in his chair.
“What are you trying to say George?” He asked.
“That, I think I’m going to ask her out to lunch.” George was blushing now. His long pale neck had turned red, his face was flushed and his hands kept flying to his thinning fair hair. Michael’s smile disappeared, he hadn’t considered George to be talking about himself and Victoria. George barely ever spoke about women. Why did he have to suddenly pick one whom Michael had his eyes on?
“So you’re interested in her?” Michael asked, suppressing a nervous gulp. He couldn’t remember the last time he competed with another man for a woman. Besides, Michael always won. The problem was that Michael liked George, they were friends, probably the closest friend he had in London. He didn’t want to win against George.
“That’s what I’m saying old chap. So, should I ask her for lunch? I could make a booking tomorrow at Aqua Shard. No woman can so no to Aqua Shard.” George looked more nervous than he had ever looked before. Michael took in a deep breath and tried to smile. Michael himself, would do it differently, if he wasn’t interested in Victoria he would have advised George differently, who clearly needed a lot of advice.
“She won’t say no.” Michael said instead and watched as George’s nervousness dissipated a little. He trusted Michael’s judgements.
“I’ll have to get some new clothes. She’s a fashion blogger! Can’t have her writing about the ghastly clothes that she might judge me for. Any advice?” George asked, leaning in again. He was hanging on Michael’s every word.
“Just keep it simple George.” Michael was struggling. He didn’t want to entirely ruin George’s chances, he was a friend. But Victoria, with her long waist-length chestnut hair, her endlessly long legs…she was delicious.
“Yes, of course. Keep it simple.” George was mumbling to himself now. Michael studied him closely. George went to Eton College, was classmates with royalty, and yet had no self-confidence when talking to women. How had this happened to him?
“You’ll be fine. Speak to her first, make the booking and then I can swing by at your place this evening and we can decide what you should wear.” Michael felt instantly better when he said this. He had to give George a fair shot. He remembered the way Victoria had licked her small pink mouth as she spoke to him. Had she done the same with George? Either way, Michael always won, and if he did win he would have to win fair and square. Which meant, that George had to take her out, put his best foot forward and then give Michael a chance to prove himself. Just like George got a kick out of admiring architecture and decorated rooms, Michael got a kick out of sweeping a girl off her feet. Especially when it was done as effortlessly as possible.
Chapter 2
Victoria held up the nautical themed short shift dress to her body, scrunching her face up at the mirror. George had left a voicemail on her phone, inviting her to a barbecue at Michael Castle’s new house in Chelsea and she
“She’s made quite a name for herself in the fashion industry. We all expected her to simply marry rich and grow into an old socialite like her mother and aunts.” George laughed a little as he spoke. Michael raised his eyebrows.
“What does she do?” He had met Victoria, but only briefly. It was enough time to be left intrigued by her though.
“She started off by blogging about fashion trends. She has a few photographer friends who took pictures of her for the blog. Now she’s the most popular fashion blogger in the UK and apparently that comes with a lot of perks. Women all over the world hang by her every word. Or so I hear.” George leaned in towards Michael. “She’s single by the way. Or at least, she’s not serious about anybody.” He added. Michael laughed again and leaned back in his chair.
“What are you trying to say George?” He asked.
“That, I think I’m going to ask her out to lunch.” George was blushing now. His long pale neck had turned red, his face was flushed and his hands kept flying to his thinning fair hair. Michael’s smile disappeared, he hadn’t considered George to be talking about himself and Victoria. George barely ever spoke about women. Why did he have to suddenly pick one whom Michael had his eyes on?
“So you’re interested in her?” Michael asked, suppressing a nervous gulp. He couldn’t remember the last time he competed with another man for a woman. Besides, Michael always won. The problem was that Michael liked George, they were friends, probably the closest friend he had in London. He didn’t want to win against George.
“That’s what I’m saying old chap. So, should I ask her for lunch? I could make a booking tomorrow at Aqua Shard. No woman can so no to Aqua Shard.” George looked more nervous than he had ever looked before. Michael took in a deep breath and tried to smile. Michael himself, would do it differently, if he wasn’t interested in Victoria he would have advised George differently, who clearly needed a lot of advice.
“She won’t say no.” Michael said instead and watched as George’s nervousness dissipated a little. He trusted Michael’s judgements.
“I’ll have to get some new clothes. She’s a fashion blogger! Can’t have her writing about the ghastly clothes that she might judge me for. Any advice?” George asked, leaning in again. He was hanging on Michael’s every word.
“Just keep it simple George.” Michael was struggling. He didn’t want to entirely ruin George’s chances, he was a friend. But Victoria, with her long waist-length chestnut hair, her endlessly long legs…she was delicious.
“Yes, of course. Keep it simple.” George was mumbling to himself now. Michael studied him closely. George went to Eton College, was classmates with royalty, and yet had no self-confidence when talking to women. How had this happened to him?
“You’ll be fine. Speak to her first, make the booking and then I can swing by at your place this evening and we can decide what you should wear.” Michael felt instantly better when he said this. He had to give George a fair shot. He remembered the way Victoria had licked her small pink mouth as she spoke to him. Had she done the same with George? Either way, Michael always won, and if he did win he would have to win fair and square. Which meant, that George had to take her out, put his best foot forward and then give Michael a chance to prove himself. Just like George got a kick out of admiring architecture and decorated rooms, Michael got a kick out of sweeping a girl off her feet. Especially when it was done as effortlessly as possible.
Chapter 2
Victoria held up the nautical themed short shift dress to her body, scrunching her face up at the mirror. George had left a voicemail on her phone, inviting her to a barbecue at Michael Castle’s new house in Chelsea and she
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