In the Billionaires Club (11 page)

“He wasn’t there. I ended up talking to this really sexy older guy named Rob.”

“How old? You’re not going after DILFs now, are you?”

“First of all, ew. Secondly, he’s probably in his early thirties. He’s handsome in a George Clooney way. Kind of dignified and classy.”

“Yummy.”

Gin rolled her eyes. “Anyway, he’s had this amazing life of ups and downs. He seemed down to Earth like how you were describing Bill. I really liked him.”

“What’s his name?”

“Rob Greene.”

Lisa picked up her phone. “Never heard of him.”

“Uh, well. Go ahead and Google him, but I can tell you what you’ll find.”
 

Lisa put the phone down and looked at Gin. “I don’t like the sound of your voice. You’re not lusting after another guy who just wants a trophy, are you?”

Gin took a deep breath. She had Googled Rob when she got to her car on her own phone, and the results were clear—he was one of Silicon Valley’s more infamous bachelors. He not only dated a non-stop string of women, he would often go out in public with two women at his side.
 

“Let me just say that he’s not known for monogamy.”

Lisa looked at Gin for a while, as if she was studying her face. Finally, she sighed and said, “As long as you know what you’re getting into.” Lisa smiled, “Hey, no strings attached sex may be a good way to get Phillip out of your system.”

Gin nodded but didn’t say anything. She couldn’t explain it to Lisa, but she had a feeling in her heart that she could change Rob. She had heard his life story, and it made sense—he wasn’t looking for a series of one night stands and casual sex. He was casting a wide net as he looked for Ms. Right.

Gin had a strong feeling she was Ms. Right. Still, she knew it sounded ridiculous. After all, she had just met him. So she looked at Lisa and gave her a friendly smile, not sharing her dream. “Thank you. You’re right. I know what I’m getting into.”

“Just tell me that he’s rich.”

“Filthy.”

“I like filthy,” Lisa replied with a smile while Gin laughed.

They spent the rest of the night browsing Google search results about their current love interests. The first image of Rob drew an exclamation from Lisa. “Holy shit, he looks just like Robert Redford.”

“I know the name but not what he looks like,” Gin replied.

“You are the most uncultured person I know,” Lisa said as she pulled up images of Redford.

“Oooh. That does look like him.”
 

“Rich, mature, and looks like Robert Redford. You sure know how to pick them, Gin”

“Hey, look at you. Bill looks awesome.”
 

They continued browsing. Bill was squeaky clean and had a glowing recent history as a financial wunderkind. Rob, on the other hand, had pages and pages of news stories about his love life. There were a few stories about his bitter divorce, and some interviews about his influence in Silicon Valley, but the vast majority of the articles were about Rob dating young, beautiful women.
 

“Holy shit, check this out,” Lisa exclaimed, shoving her phone toward Gin’s face. The article on the phone was from a sleazy but heavily read Silicon Valley gossip site. The title was “Greene’s Secret Is Not His Green.” It outlined that Will’s secret with the ladies wasn’t his enormous bank account but his enormous cock.

“Do you think he’s bigger than Bat?” Bat was a guy in college that they had both slept with. Gin had a one night stand with him at a frat party, and after describing his cock being the size of a baseball bat, Lisa fucked him a few nights later just to see what it was like. Bat was a lousy lover, but he was a good benchmark on penis size.

“I’m not sure I could deal with that,” Gin replied. Bat was probably eight inches long and every thrust hurt. With his size, he would have felt amazing if he had only shown more restraint, but he seemed determined to shove his whole cock all the way in. Gin considered Rob's experience and maturity and couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel to be properly fucked by a big cock.
 

“I’m sure you are more than willing to give his big cock a chance.”

“You know me only too well.” They both laughed, and the conversation moved on to Bat and reminiscing about their crazy sex lives in college. It was midnight before Gin left for home, more than a little tipsy. She was happy on so many different levels. She was happy for her friendship with Lisa. She was happy that Lisa appeared to have found a guy she really liked, and she was happy that she had found someone who was so honest and transparent that he hid nothing of his dating life.
 

As she crawled into bed she couldn’t get the article about Rob's cock out of her mind. She slid her hand between her legs and imagined what it would be like to have a huge cock spreading her wide, thrusting deep inside her. She imagined Rob's face above her as his cock thrust just deep enough to make her shudder in pleasure.
 

Gin started to moan as she stroked her clit, imagining that Rob was so big that his cock rubbed against her clit with every stroke. Her orgasm coursed through every muscle with wave after wave of pleasure. Moments later, Gin fell asleep thinking that if the rumors were true, she could accept being Ms. Right Now, but in her heart she knew she was destined to be Ms. Right.

chapter fifteen

The text was short: “Absolutely. See you at 7.” She had finally texted Rob and asked if he would want to meet her at the Billionaires Club. She spent the day worrying over what to wear. She knew that Rob was infamous for his sexual appetite, so part of her was tempted to just go for it—wear a tight top and a miniskirt with no underwear. Maybe flash him her ass at some point.
 

Another part of her, however, thought of him as an old school type, who had his affairs but was actually looking for the woman who could understand him. He would salivate over the girls showing off their bodies, but he would be attracted to Gin.
 

In the end Gin chose the Jules outfit she wore on the Saturday in Venice. It was classy and sexy, exactly the vibe she was going for. And if Phillip saw her in the outfit that he paid for while with another man? She hoped he did, the asshole.

It was like coming home as she entered the club an hour early. Dave was working the door and had a huge smile on his face. Rich was behind the bar, and Vin was in his spot at the end, crouched over a glass of bourbon. Gin looked around but Rob wasn’t there, so she walked over and slid into the chair next to Vin.

“Hey!” Vin’s eyes went wide, and he smiled broadly. “What have you been up to?”

“Matchmaking mostly.”

“Nice. So Billy and Lisa are into each other?”

Rich walked over and slid a rum and Coke in front of Gin without her even having to ask. She loved that she was now a regular. “If you listen to Lisa they’re on the verge of getting married.” Vin nodded. “In fact, she is over his place right now. Knowing Lisa, they are probably already past the blowjob stage.”

“Lucky bastard. I can’t even get to the kissing stage.”
 

Gin stared at him. Vin was absolutely gorgeous, and he had a kind of loner bad boy vibe even though she knew he was actually a nice guy. “Vin. Seriously. I can’t believe you said that. If you just picked your ass up off that chair and walked around every so often you’d find out pretty fast that every single woman in this bar would be practically begging not only to give you a kiss but also a blowjob.”

“Every single one, hunh?”

“Yep. But that won’t ever happen if you just sit there and drink bourbon all night. Martin said you are constantly working. Why don’t you drag yourself out and do something fun during the day?”

“Got it. You met the old fart Martin, and he says I work too hard, and you think I need to socialize a bit more to attract blowjobs.” Vin shook his head. “Not sure that’s who I am.”

“Jesus, Vin. You are like super hot. Who the fuck else do you need to be?” Vin stared at Gin for a bit and then turned back to his bourbon, finishing off the glass. “Look at what happened to me yesterday. First of all—yes, I met Martin. I thought you were working yesterday, so I stopped by to say hi.”

Vin looked at Gin quizzically. She raised her hand. “Hey, I had no idea you wouldn’t be there. It was an easy mistake to make. You never told me about your work schedule. Anyway, so I’m sitting there and Rob Greene walks over and introduces himself to me.”

Vin spun around. His face was intense. “Wait,
Rob Greene
hit on you?”

Gin frowned. “Why? Is it hard to believe he’d hit on me?”

“No. It’s entirely believable that he’d hit on you. The guy is trying to fuck every woman in Northern California.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Good point. He’s trying to fuck every woman in the world.”

“Look. You’re kind of missing my point, which is that Rob saw me sitting here, and he made the effort to come over and introduce himself.” Gin looked around the room. “See that woman over there? She’s very pretty and looks nice. Why don’t you go over and introduce yourself and start talking to her?”

“Do you think I’ll get a blowjob out of it?”

“Don’t be an asshole. I’m trying to help.”
 

Vin tapped his empty glass on the bar but didn’t harass Rich. Instead he turned to Gin, a serious look on his face. “I appreciate that, Gin. I really do. What I’m doing a poor job of is telling you that I don’t want to talk to other women nor do I need you to be a matchmaker. I’m happy right here talking to you.” He smiled, but it looked a little forced.

Gin rolled her eyes and then shook her head. “I can’t figure you out, Vin. You are this lonely guy who wistfully talks about not even getting a kiss, and then you’re happy just talking to me.” She sighed. “Maybe some day you’ll share with me your inner demons.”

“Maybe I will.” Vin took a full glass from Rich and took a long drink. “So tell me how you told off the asshole.”

“Which asshole?”

“Greene. The guy’s idea of a classy date is asking the woman to sleep with him in a hotel room instead of an alley behind the restaurant.”

Gin stared at Vin for a second and then finished off her drink. She didn’t like how Vin was talking. She didn’t know if it was jealousy or some other reason, but it was ugly. “I like him, Vin. He’s had a rough life, and sure he’s not settled down with anyone yet, but he is very clear with the women he dates as to where they stand and what their intentions are.”

“Holy shit. You’re actually going to go out with him, aren’t you?”

“I’m seeing him at seven, actually.” Vin wouldn’t look at her. He just stared at his drink. “He’s meeting me here, and then maybe we’ll go out for dinner.”

“Jesus, Gin. Have some self-respect. The guy’s going to fill you full of wine and then take you to his place to fuck. Wait, he’ll probably pick up some other chick at the restaurant, and then he’ll ask her to join you and him in a threesome.”

Gin gritted her teeth. Vin was so far out-of-line she didn’t know where to start. “I don’t like your tone, Vin, and I don’t appreciate you implying that I’ll be some kind of Rob sex conquest.” Gin’s anger rose the more she spoke. “And furthermore, I don’t think any of this is your business. I know it is really easy for you to sit on your stool, drink yourself numb every night, and then wax judgmental on everyone around you, but now that I’m the subject of it, I think it’s ugly, and I don’t like you very much right now.”

Gin went to stand up when Vin grabbed her arm and stared into her eyes. He looked devastated. “I’m sorry, Gin. I just worry about you. I warned you about Phillip, and now you’re going to make the same mistake with Rob.”

“Fuck you, Vin. Friends don’t say ‘I told you so.’”
 

She went to tug her arm away, but Vin held tight. “Gin. He’s not a good guy. Trust me on that. All he wants to do is fuck you and move on.”

“Did it ever cross your alcohol-muddled mind that maybe all I want to do is fuck him and move on? Maybe I’ll pick up a waitress at the restaurant and we’ll have a threesome with him. Turn the tables and all that. Actually, I really like that idea. I haven’t licked a pussy since college.”

Vin’s jaw dropped open as Gin tugged her arm away and moved to the other end of the bar. Rich brought her drink to her and thankfully didn’t say anything.
 

She was upset with herself for lying to Vin. She didn’t see Rob as a one night stand, and she definitely wasn’t interested in a threesome. But all she wanted to do was shut Vin up or even hurt him somehow. He was so judgmental. She just couldn’t understand why he was so cynical about everyone. She had to snap him out of it somehow, and that’s why she dropped the casual sex bomb on him.
 

Thinking over Vin’s words, she wasn’t even sure why she was so upset with him. Of course, there was his patronizing tone. What she normally saw as cute and irreverent was something entirely different when aimed at her. Part of it was also him dismissing her assessment of Rob's character. Did he not think that she knew how to handle herself?

But, ultimately, what made her the maddest was that Vin was acting like her father or even a jealous boyfriend. He was a fucking bartender, and there he was acting like her dad, telling her don’t do this and don’t do that and if she god forbid made a mistake? Then he was all too happy to say, “I told you so.”

Of course, the angrier she got the sadder she felt. She really liked Vin, and this was their first major falling out. As she downed her rum and Coke, she glanced down to see how he was taking things. He wasn’t on his stool. She looked around, but he was nowhere to be found.
 

Before Gin could think too much about it, a hand squeezed her shoulder. “Gin!” It was Rob, a huge smile on his face. Gin wiped her eyes and returned his smile.
 

chapter sixteen

Gin was still upset over her little blowup with Vin, so it was hard to focus on the sudden appearance of Rob. She knew that wasn’t fair to him, so she did her best to put Vin behind her. Thankfully, the more they made small talk, the better she felt.