The Billionaire Prince: One Fateful Night(2)

The bartender placed a snifter in front of him and filled it with a thick, viscous liquid. Under the dim lights, Amie couldn’t determine what it was. She couldn’t even tell what color it was. All she could see was that it was dark, opaque and left a residue on the side of the glass when the stranger tipped its contents into his mouth.

The man set the snifter back on the bar and dabbed his lips delicately with a napkin.

Amie was transfixed. She didn’t even realize that she was staring at the man until he looked her straight in the eye.

“Do you see something you like?” he asked in a deep, low voice.

“I don’t know,” she purred, “but I definitely like something I see.” She immediately regretted her words. Amie didn’t want to appear cheap or desperate. In reality, she was actually a little of each. She smiled self-consciously and leaned toward the man, well aware that her movements were putting her ample breasts and impressive cleavage on full display.

The man eyed her curiously. Then he turned until he was facing forward again and ignored her while he got the bartender’s attention. He held up two fingers.

Almost instantly, Amie found herself looking down at a snifter filled with the dark liquid. She shuddered to think of what it could be. Amie was certain that it was some type of ridiculously expensive liquor imported from the far ends of the world to end up here, overpriced at the trendiest bar in town.

She looked at the stranger who was downing his drink. When he finished, he dabbed his mouth clean again and turned to face her.

“What is it?” Amie asked him.

“It’s better if you don’t know,” he responded coolly.

“What do you mean by that?” she asked.

“It’s like making love blindfolded,” he said.

She gazed at him with rapt attention. Although she still didn’t understand, she picked up the glass and downed it in one gulp. It was sweet and sticky. Amie decided that she rather liked it. She smiled at her mysterious benefactor. He didn’t smile back.

“Thank you,” she said simply.

“Would you like another?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” she replied, hoping that she wouldn’t have to pay for her own drinks. The sweet liqueur tasted expensive.

Another gesture from the stranger brought two more servings of the delicious drink. This time, she tried to drink it slowly. She stole a look at her drinking companion. He was beautiful. His hair was blond and radiant. Even in the semi-darkness of the bar, his golden locks reflected the little available light and shone like the rays of the sun.

If his hair was luminous, then his eyes were like the entrance to heaven. They were bright, blue and clear like the sky on a perfect spring day when there isn’t a cloud in sight. Amie was rather awestruck by his overall appearance.

The man’s lips were full and pouty, uncommonly so, particularly for a guy. Amie found herself sweating profusely as she imagined those thick lips surrounding her nipples or her clitoris, perhaps both in turn. She shifted on her perch. Her * lips were firmly stuck to the vinyl seat. Amie pressed her legs together and hoped he wouldn’t notice her discomfort.

“So,” Amie said conversationally, “what do you do for a living?”



“That’s such a boring topic of conversation,” he said smoothly. “I am so much more than just what I do for a living.”



“You have a point,” Amie conceded, “but I don’t really think it’s a boring topic.”



“What do you do for a living?” he asked.

“I sell real estate,” she said proudly. Amie straightened her spine and sat up tall when she said it.

“See,” he asked. “What you do for a living is boring, and I would hate to discuss it further.”


“That’s your prerogative,” Amie said. She was slightly annoyed. “I’d still like to hear what you do. Then I can decide for myself how boring it may be.”



“I’m a businessman,” he said tersely.

“Well, that could be interesting,” Amie cooed. “What type of business?”



“It isn’t any of your business,” he replied. He smiled at her, but his eyes didn’t reflect the expression.

Amie fell silent. She wasn’t sure whether he was being flirtatious or boorish. Without taking her eyes off him, she finished her wine in a single gulp.

“You don’t really believe in taking ladylike sips, do you?” he asked.

Amie didn’t answer. She was feeling decidedly tipsy, and she wanted to find someone to f*ck before giving up on this night for good.

“I’ll take you home,” the man said as if he could read her mind.

“Good,” Amie said. She smiled as she climbed from her barstool. Thanks to the great patch of her skin that was stuck to the vinyl, her buttocks made an audible smacking sound as they broke free from the surface. Amie tried to look sexy while she inadvertently flashed her ass at half the bar. Fortunately, it seemed that her evening was about to take a turn in the right direction.

She led her companion from the bar. They agreed to take separate cars back to her apartment. She wasn’t sure what type of sleek sports car he was driving, but it was obviously expensive. Amie wondered what her neighbors would think when they saw that work of art on wheels parked outside her place overnight. She smiled at the thought. There was no doubt. They would be jealous.