The Billionaire's Deal: The Complete Story: An Alpha Billionaire Romance by Crystal Kaswell Page A
Authors: Crystal Kaswell
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even stumble in her heels. And she had several very tight dresses in her closet. Where the hell do her and Sarah go on their usual Friday nights?
I bite my tongue. Can't seem overprotective and uncool. She's an adult, and she can go to all-ages clubs if she wants.
"You think I'll get carded here?" She asks.
Oh, hell no. I shoot her a death glare. "That's not funny. Alcohol is dangerous. It can kill you."
She shrinks back, shakes her head, and moves backwards towards the restaurant. "I'm only kidding." She waves at the driver. "Thank you."
I do the same. "Thanks." I take out my anxiety on my purse straps. "Don't joke about that, okay? It's not funny."
"Okay."
I follow her inside. The restaurant is dark. Most of the light is front candles in the middle of the tables.
I nod hello to the hostess. "Kat Wilder. I'm meeting—"
"Of course, Ms. Wilder. Your party is in a private room." She grabs two menus and leads us upstairs through a set of double doors.
The room is impressive—a table big enough for eight people and tall windows that let in the dark blue evening light. Blake is sitting opposite Declan, the guy I met at the company party. That must be the friend. I guess he's visiting.
Blake stands. "We're fine, Cindy. Thank you." He takes the menus from the hostess.
She nods and disappears through the double doors.
He offers Lizzy his hand. "Blake Sterling. You must be Lizzy."
"Yeah." She shakes his hand. "It's nice to meet you. About time, really, with you engaged to my sister." She raises her eyebrow.
"I agree." Blake motions to Declan. "Declan Jones. Too much of an ass to introduce himself, apparently."
Declan makes his way to Lizzy and offers his hand to shake. "Nice to meet you." He motions to me. "And nice to see you again, Kat. It's rare Blake wants to introduce me to anyone for personal reasons. I can't say I'm used to it."
Lizzy laughs. "Yeah, Kat either."
Lizzy and Declan share a knowing look at our expense. A good sign. Hopefully.
"I almost had a heart attack when Blake asked me to change our plans," Declan says.
"They get the point." Blake pulls out my chair for me.
I sit. "Have you ever met one of Blake's girlfriends?"
"Blake has never had a girlfriend." Declan shoots Blake a wink. "Maybe not even a girl-space-friend. You should have seen him in college. He was eighteen or nineteen by the time I met him. Not as handsome as I am, but not bad."
Everyone sits as Declan continues his story. Lizzy even stares at him with rapt attention.
"The girls went crazy for him. He was something of a legend with his company in the works, and he had a reputation for being untouchable. There was this ongoing bet—it must have been at least ten or twenty women in our lit class—who could seduce Blake first. They would come up to him with these gaga eyes and make the most obvious come-ons, and he would shake his head I'm busy and go right back to programming."
Blake's cheeks flush red. He's embarrassed. God, I never thought I'd see him embarrassed again.
"That's not quite accurate," Blake says. "But it's not appropriate dinner conversation."
"He wants you to know he got plenty of tail when he wanted it," Declan says.
Blake motions to me as if to say hello, that's my fiancée . Declan shrugs like it's no big deal.
Lizzy laughs. "Kat is the same way. She's shocked when guys flirt with her. She insists they're only being friendly. Cause New Yorkers are usually so friendly."
"When has anyone ever flirted with me?" I ask.
"How about the waiter at the brunch place—"
"That's server to server solidarity."
"He gives you free drinks."
"Still."
Lizzy shakes her head. "Flirting."
She and Declan share another knowing look. They suppress a few giggles.
It was not flirting. I know flirting. And this look going between my sister and Blake's player friend. This is flirting.
I swallow hard. Can't be over protective. My sister is old enough to flirt with guys. And it's only flirting. It's not like she's going to
I bite my tongue. Can't seem overprotective and uncool. She's an adult, and she can go to all-ages clubs if she wants.
"You think I'll get carded here?" She asks.
Oh, hell no. I shoot her a death glare. "That's not funny. Alcohol is dangerous. It can kill you."
She shrinks back, shakes her head, and moves backwards towards the restaurant. "I'm only kidding." She waves at the driver. "Thank you."
I do the same. "Thanks." I take out my anxiety on my purse straps. "Don't joke about that, okay? It's not funny."
"Okay."
I follow her inside. The restaurant is dark. Most of the light is front candles in the middle of the tables.
I nod hello to the hostess. "Kat Wilder. I'm meeting—"
"Of course, Ms. Wilder. Your party is in a private room." She grabs two menus and leads us upstairs through a set of double doors.
The room is impressive—a table big enough for eight people and tall windows that let in the dark blue evening light. Blake is sitting opposite Declan, the guy I met at the company party. That must be the friend. I guess he's visiting.
Blake stands. "We're fine, Cindy. Thank you." He takes the menus from the hostess.
She nods and disappears through the double doors.
He offers Lizzy his hand. "Blake Sterling. You must be Lizzy."
"Yeah." She shakes his hand. "It's nice to meet you. About time, really, with you engaged to my sister." She raises her eyebrow.
"I agree." Blake motions to Declan. "Declan Jones. Too much of an ass to introduce himself, apparently."
Declan makes his way to Lizzy and offers his hand to shake. "Nice to meet you." He motions to me. "And nice to see you again, Kat. It's rare Blake wants to introduce me to anyone for personal reasons. I can't say I'm used to it."
Lizzy laughs. "Yeah, Kat either."
Lizzy and Declan share a knowing look at our expense. A good sign. Hopefully.
"I almost had a heart attack when Blake asked me to change our plans," Declan says.
"They get the point." Blake pulls out my chair for me.
I sit. "Have you ever met one of Blake's girlfriends?"
"Blake has never had a girlfriend." Declan shoots Blake a wink. "Maybe not even a girl-space-friend. You should have seen him in college. He was eighteen or nineteen by the time I met him. Not as handsome as I am, but not bad."
Everyone sits as Declan continues his story. Lizzy even stares at him with rapt attention.
"The girls went crazy for him. He was something of a legend with his company in the works, and he had a reputation for being untouchable. There was this ongoing bet—it must have been at least ten or twenty women in our lit class—who could seduce Blake first. They would come up to him with these gaga eyes and make the most obvious come-ons, and he would shake his head I'm busy and go right back to programming."
Blake's cheeks flush red. He's embarrassed. God, I never thought I'd see him embarrassed again.
"That's not quite accurate," Blake says. "But it's not appropriate dinner conversation."
"He wants you to know he got plenty of tail when he wanted it," Declan says.
Blake motions to me as if to say hello, that's my fiancée . Declan shrugs like it's no big deal.
Lizzy laughs. "Kat is the same way. She's shocked when guys flirt with her. She insists they're only being friendly. Cause New Yorkers are usually so friendly."
"When has anyone ever flirted with me?" I ask.
"How about the waiter at the brunch place—"
"That's server to server solidarity."
"He gives you free drinks."
"Still."
Lizzy shakes her head. "Flirting."
She and Declan share another knowing look. They suppress a few giggles.
It was not flirting. I know flirting. And this look going between my sister and Blake's player friend. This is flirting.
I swallow hard. Can't be over protective. My sister is old enough to flirt with guys. And it's only flirting. It's not like she's going to
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