Tapping The Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaires #1)(31)
Yeah, Benny and I go way back. I promise I’ll be fine in a few hours.
He assessed my face. “Pretty sure you drank way too much Benny.”
I shook my head, hiding my lips with my free hand.
Just stop looking at me until the Benny kicks in. I’m sorry this is the worst first date ever.
He took the pen out of my grip and pulled the bag into his lap. His hand moved in fluid motions as he scribbled something down and then slid it back to me.
Just stop looking at me until the Benny kicks in. I’m sorry this is the worst first date ever.
This is the BEST first date ever.
“Thank you for coming with me tonight.” He offered a smile—a real smile, not the I’m trying to smile, but holy shit, you look bad kind of smile he was showcasing before. “And, Georgia.” Kline touched my cheek. “Even with an allergic reaction, you still have the power to take my breath away. You’re gorgeous, sweetheart. Swollen lips and all, you’re still gorgeous.”
I stared back at him, speechless. There was still so much I didn’t know about Kline, but my gut told me, at the root of his soul, he was a good man. A sweet, kind, and undeniably good man.
Despite the lime juice fiasco, I’m glad I’m here too.
My eyelids started to feel heavy, my lashes blinking past the fog. I leaned my head back on the seat.
“You okay?” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, tucking me into his side.
I wasn’t vomiting and I could still breathe, so I muttered, “Uh-huh,” as I nuzzled into him. “Jus a lil sweepy.”
The pull to go comatose was strong. In the back of my mind, there was a tiny bit of rational thought wondering, Am I going to overdose on Benadryl?
Before the urge to sleep snuffed out all the light, I grabbed my phone from my purse. Pulling up my text conversation with Will, I attempted to shoot him a message.
Me: WELLY IM BENNY
Delete.
Me: WELLIUM ODOR
Delete.
Slowly, but surely, my fingers got their shit together and autocorrect stopped trying to make me her bitch.
Me: WILL CAN AN OC GIVE A BENNY!*&
There. Perfect.
If he thinks I’m in trouble, he’ll call me. Otherwise, no big dealio, was the last thought before Benny took over and said, “Goodnight, Georgia.”
“Georgie. Georgie.” A hand nudged my shoulder. “Wake up, Georgie.”
“Fuuuuuuuuuck.” Someone cursed under their breath.
I opened my eyes, blinking past the blurred vision. Peeling my face off leather, I sat up, finding a concerned Kline staring back at me.
“Thank God. Are you okay?” He touched my cheek.
Mmmmmmmm. That feels nice. I had the urge to purr into his palm and beg him to scratch my belly. All of a sudden, being a cat sounded like the best idea I’d ever had.
“Meow?” he asked, all four of his eyebrows scrunching together.
“Huh?”
“Did you just say meow?”
“Meowww… Meowww…” I tested it on my tongue. My lips felt funny. “Yeah, I think I did.” I nuzzled into his palm. “Keep petting me, Kline. I might actually start purring soon.”
A deep chuckle vibrated his chest. My head moved of its own accord, leaning forward and resting against his hard pecs. For real, Kline Brooks had pecs. Hard-as-f*ck pecs. Mmm. Nipples. I wondered what his nipples tasted like.
He adjusted in his seat, his hand resting at the nape of my neck. “Georgie? We need to get you upstairs. I think you might’ve had too much Benadryl.”
Me thinks so too. Suggested dosage, schmagested mosage.
“Hahaha. Mosage.”
My body rocked like he was shaking his head.
“I think I’m high.”
He chuckled again, pec-pulsation caressing my cheek.
“Now I remember why I loved Mary Jane so much in high school.”
“I’m going to carry you out of the car, okay?”
“We’re in a car?” I sat up straight, releasing his perfect chest from my cheek’s assault. “Whose car?”
“This is my regular car, sweetheart. Frank drove us. Are you ready?”
I glanced at his crotch. “Oh, I had no idea we were already headed in that direction. I guess this date went pretty good, huh? We’re headed for naked time. That’s gotta be a good thing.” My hand stroked his thigh, savoring the feel of muscles sheathed by soft material. “I bet you’re f*ck-hot naked.”
He grinned, grabbing my hand and pulling it to his lips for a soft kiss. “How about we get out of this car and head up to my apartment?”
I nodded. At least, I thought I was nodding. I decided to nod a few more times just for good measure. You could never be sure about a nod. They could be tricky little things.
“Okay, wrap your arms around my neck. I’m going to carry you upstairs.”
“Oh, yeah. Carry me, Kline. Carry me so good.”
Big arms wrapped around my body, pulling me out of the car. Once I was airborne—swaddled up in strong muscles and delicious male pheromones mixed with sexy cologne—my voice decided to make its debut. If there was ever a time for a song, it was right now, while Kline carried me past a doorman and through a lobby I’d never seen.