The Billionaire and the Virgin (Billionaires and Bridesmaids #1)(38)

Chapter Fifteen



As he left Marjorie at her doorstep, Rob adjusted his aching cock and headed into the elevator, toward his new room under the name Ron Glasscock. His time with Marjorie had been a pleasant idyll tinged with aching every time she laughed or licked her lips, or brushed up against him, because he wanted her with an intensity that was driving him mad.

But he had to play it carefully, because she was a virgin. He didn’t want to scare her away. He’d go slow, even if it killed him.

By the time he got back to his room, his cock was aching even more. Time for his nightly jerk-off session to Marjorie. But first, a call.

One of his assistants picked up. Smith. “Yes, sir?”

“The Tits crew. They’re filming here, right?”

“I believe so, sir.”

“One of them approached Marjorie. My Marjorie.”

“I take it she wasn’t flattered, sir?”

“No. Absolutely f*cking not. She was devastated. You tell those jackasses that if they come near her again, I will f*cking ram their cameras down their goddamn throats, understand?”

“Understood, sir,” Smith’s voice was cool. “Whom shall I describe for them to avoid?”

“She’s f*cking six feet tall, Smith. Tell them to avoid any girls that are taller than them. Christ!” He terminated the call, and when that didn’t feel like it had enough oomph, he went to the room phone and slammed it in the cradle, over and over again.

His own f*cking crew. His own goddamn crew made the woman he liked feel like she was attacked. Jesus f*cking Christ.

How was he ever going to tell her what he did for a living?

Rob groaned and rubbed his face, his erection gone.

***

“How do I get a guy to notice me?” Marjorie asked at the bridesmaids’ breakfast four days later, her fork toying with her scrambled eggs. The long table in the private dining hall was filled with Bront?’s bridesmaids . . . well, minus Angie, who’d found a new guy while hanging out at the resort and was spending all her time with him instead of the bridal party. In her seat sat Violet DeWitt, who was dating one of the groomsmen and was becoming a close friend of Bront?’s.

All the women turned and stared at Marjorie as she spoke, and the table got quiet. Inwardly, she quailed, but she forced herself to repeat the question. “I want a guy to really, really notice me. How do I swing that?”

“Boobs,” Gretchen said between mouthfuls of fruit. “Guys love boobs.”

Audrey rolled her eyes and pulled off a corner of her dry toast. “You’ll have to forgive my sister, Marj. She doesn’t believe in things like ‘politeness’ or ‘filters.’”

“Sure I do,” Gretchen said. “But I believe in honesty more.” She pointed her fork at Marjorie. “Boobs. Trust me.”

“Or legs,” Violet called across the table. “Some men like legs, and I bet yours does, Marjorie.”

“You’re not helping,” Audrey said, but a smile dimpled her round face.

“A good blow job,” Maylee chimed in.

They all turned and stared at the angelic-looking blonde.

“What?” she asked, an impish smile on her face. “Don’t tell me y’all don’t do that kind of thing in the north?”

“I’m suddenly looking at stuffy Griffin in a whole new light,” Gretchen said.

“Well, don’t, because he’s mine,” Maylee said with a grin. “And you can’t have him.”

“I don’t want him. I have Hunter, thank you very much, and I’m not trading for anyone.” A dreamy look crossed Gretchen’s face. Then she looked over at Marjorie. “Your guy, is he a virgin? Because let me tell you from experience, it is hell trying to nail that down.”

“He’s not,” Marjorie said, cheeks red with embarrassment. “I just want him to, you know, take things up a notch. Not necessarily get into bed together.” Since the ice cream date four days ago, they’d spent just about every waking moment together. They’d played board games, gone to bingo, had dinner together, and simply enjoyed each other’s company. It was nice. Really nice.


He never went further than kissing her goodnight.

She was starting to get a little tired of nice. And the doubts were starting to creep in. Was Rob just not that interested in her? The wedding was in three days, and things were scaling up. Her time was going to be taken up by the wedding more and more, and then she would be flying home two days afterward. She wasn’t going to have much more time to spend with Rob.

And she wanted to. She really did. But she just didn’t know how he felt about her. He held her hand, and he kissed her . . . and that was it.

Didn’t he want more? She did.

“I don’t understand why we don’t want to take things up a notch,” Gretchen said. “What’s wrong with taking things to the next level? I love sex.”

“Ignore my sister,” Audrey said in a placating voice. “You don’t have to sleep with a guy to have a relationship move forward.”

“Like you would know, Miss Oh-oops-I’m-full-of-your-baby-batter-and-we-forgot-a-condom,” Gretchen retorted.

Audrey blushed, her face turning red from her ears to her hairline. “One time. One time!”