Banking the Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaires Book 2)(81)

“How’d you know it’s called a GuyFi booth?”

“How do you think? Because I’m in here.”

My jaw dropped, and before I could think through the situation with a rational head, I was stomping toward the booth like a madwoman. I fisted the black curtain and yanked it back hard enough to shake the walls of the metal cubicle.

The second my eyes met the shocked expression of a guy I’d never met before, holding a penis I didn’t recognize, I shrieked. “Oh my God, I don’t know that dick!”

“Close the curtain!” the man shouted. “Close the f*cking curtain!”

“Sorry,” I apologized and yanked the curtain shut. Then, on a whim, pulled it open to add, “Happy jerking!” before closing him back in.

Thatch’s loud, boisterous laughter filled my ear as I damn near sprinted away from the booth.

“You’re such an *!” My words had the undertone of a wheeze thanks to the adrenaline and abnormal exercise.

Thatch never stopped cracking up. “I can’t believe that actually worked on you.”

“You just forced me, your girlfriend, to look at some other dude’s dick, Thatcher. That is totally f*cked.”

“Aw, honey, do you need to cleanse the palate and come stare at my cock for a few minutes? Would that make you feel better?”

“Fuck you, T. Fuck you hard,” I said and hung up the phone before more of his laughter could fill my ear.



Me: Rule #61. Don’t trick me into looking at other dudes’ dicks.



Thatch: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA



I snapped a picture of my middle finger between my tits and sent it his way, adding the words, Say good-bye to blow jobs for the next three weeks.



Thatch: Hey, now. Let’s not get too hasty here.



Me: Too late for negotiations. Three weeks. Suck on that.



Thatch: You can serve me your * for breakfast, every morning, for the next month, if you change your mind.



Well, shit. That was a hard offer to decline.



Me: Fine.



Thatch: In the words of Richard Gere, I would have paid four.



Suddenly, I was Julia Roberts in a bath of bubbles on the set of Pretty Woman. We really were visual entertainment spirit animals. Sure, I was the hooker in this scenario, but if Julia Roberts could play the part of one, I could too.



Me: I would have stayed for two.




Fifteen minutes later, I walked through the doors of the Starline Diner, glancing around the joint for Georgia and Will. Old-time chrome diamond plates and records lined the walls, and the red pleather on the seats of each booth looked like it was made of glitter.

“Over here, Cass!” My best friend waved to me from a table in the back corner when my eyes didn’t immediately find them.

I walked the aisle lined with booths in their direction, careful to keep my eyes away from any patrons I didn’t know personally. The tempo of my heart suggested I might still be in danger of attacking an innocent bystander.

When it was safe to look up at the only table I cared about, I found a woman I had never met before sitting beside Georgia’s brother, Will.

“Hey, William,” I greeted with a knowing smirk before glancing back toward his extremely attractive female companion. Generally, I tried to avoid associating my opinions in any way with conventional society, but in this instance, I could really see what the fuss was about—blond hair, blue eyes, and from what I could tell, one hell of a body underneath her silky blouse and form-fitting pencil skirt. This woman was the epitome of stunning.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Will responded without even waiting for me to ask, and I smirked.

Will stood up and gestured between us as if we couldn’t follow who he was talking about. “Cassie, this is Winnie, my friend and boss. Winnie, this is Cassie.”

Since I was making a first impression and all, I chose to forgo ribbing him too hard about it.

We exchanged friendly greetings, and Winnie added, “I hope you don’t mind that I’m crashing your lunch,” as I sat down across from her.

I waved her off. “Don’t be crazy. A friend of Will’s is a friend of mine.”

“Honestly,” Georgia chimed in, “anyone who can put up with my brother wins my friendship right off the bat.”

Winnie grinned, and Will just laughed it off with ease.

“So, what’s it like to be Will’s boss?” I asked, more than curious to know all the dirty ER hospital gossip. I knew Will had said she wasn’t his girlfriend, but he hadn’t said he wasn’t f*cking her. Trust me, I knew from plenty of fun experience they were not mutually exclusive.

“Is it as terrible as I think it would be?” Georgia asked as a follow-up.

Winnie laughed. “Will’s actually one of my favorite residents.”

Georgia’s expression fell. “Well, that’s disappointing. I was hoping you’d have some awful things to say about him.”

Not to worry, Wheorgie. I’ll get to the bottom of this rabbit hole.

“Okay, I’ve got questions.” I leaned forward and rested my elbows on the table.

“Here we go,” Will muttered.

“Tell me the truth. Do doctors and nurses really f*ck around with each other like on Grey’s Anatomy?”