In the Billionaires Club (12 page)

She laughed at a joke he told, and that seemed to part the clouds. Rob must have felt it, as he asked, “So have you eaten?”

“Not really.”

“Then let’s take a walk and get some dinner. Do you like sushi?

“Sushi would be great,” she replied.

“Excellent. There’s a place two blocks away.”

Rob made small talk during the walk, discussing things like the weather and the gentrification of some neighborhood near where he lived. Gin nodded politely and asked all the right questions. She found him interesting, but there wasn’t much room for conversation. Rob was sharing, not discussing.

Of course, it was easy to enjoy him. He truly was interesting, and, well, he was handsome. Rob was wearing a casual business outfit: Pressed jeans and a cotton dress shirt, with a black belt and loafers. Gin keep thinking back to Lisa’s comment about him looking like Robert Redford. He really did.

It wasn’t until they were seated that Gin started to ask difficult questions, questions she had been waiting to ask ever since she had first read about his reputation as
 
a womanizer. He claimed to be transparent and open about his life. Gin was prepared to see just how transparent he would be.

What made it difficult was just how damn nice Rob was. He opened the door for her. He pushed her seat in as she sat down. He not only had a old school look, he had an old-fashioned sense of chivalry. Everything he did made her feel special.
 

Gin finally worked up the courage as they looked over the menu. “So do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”

Rob looked up. She swore his eyes sparkled. “Not at all.”

“So we’re having dinner.”

“Yes, we are.”

“Yesterday you had dinner with a different girl. I’m guessing you’re booked for tomorrow with someone else.”

He nodded but didn’t reply. When Gin didn’t say anything Rob folded his hands and focused on her eyes. “You still haven’t asked a question. Personal or otherwise.”

“Why haven’t you settled down?”
 

“I’m not even sure I know what that means.” The waiter came over, but Rob politely waved him off. His attention was wholly on Gin.
 

“You date a lot of women. I’m just wondering if you ever plan on committing to one.”

Rob sat back and tapped his chin with his forefinger. After a lengthy pause, he answered, “I don’t know. I am not planning on any specific outcome.”

“Aren’t you sad when women get fed up waiting and leave?” Gin had decided to keep asking questions until she pushed Rob a bit too far, but so far he seemed happy to answer any and every question.

“Yes. It seems that my commitment to the women in my life is greater than theirs to me. That is sometimes difficult to deal with.”

Gin furrowed her brows. “Commitment? You sleep with a different woman every night.”

Gin thought her comment would get Rob mad, but he just smiled in an almost sad way. “So you equate monogamy with commitment?”

Gin had some polyamorous friends, so she paused, thinking about how to respond, as she truly didn’t quite believe that everyone required monogamy. “No. I guess I don’t.”

“So I don’t understand your line of questioning. Certainly some of the women I’ve dated turned out to be a bad match. Those partings are common. But many of the women I’ve dated I’ve hoped to continue to have part of my life.” Rob took a drink of his water. “But they moved on.”

Gin was going to say something but Rob held up his finger. “I see it this way. My commitment is strong and enduring, but most of the women that I date don’t share that with me.”

“And me?”

“We shall see.” Rob called the waiter over. “Perhaps you won’t enjoy my company. Perhaps I won’t enjoy yours. Perhaps we’ll want to spend a lot more time together.”
 

The waiter arrived and Rob proceeded to order for both of them. As she watched his quiet confidence with the waiter, Gin considered how Rob responded to her questioning. He wasn’t defensive. He was open and unapologetic. In fact, he seemed to think that if there was any apologizing to do it should be from the women who weren’t able to commit to Rob’s open relationship type of dating.

Gin wasn’t sure she could deal with it and thought hard over whether she should commit much energy to the date, let alone the relationship, when Rob handed his menu to the waiter and spoke up. “May I ask you some personal questions?”

Taking a deep breath, Gin nodded her head. She had no idea what to expect. “It’s only fair. You were kind enough to answer mine.”

“How upset would you be if I went out tomorrow night with a different woman.”

“I’m kind of assuming you’ll be doing that.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Honestly, I don’t think it would bother me. I already know about your love life. It wouldn’t exactly be a surprise.”

Rob nodded. “What if we slept together and the next night I said I couldn’t meet you because I was going out with someone else?”

The question made Gin’s chest tighten. She hated the possibility, and she hated the question. If she slept with him? Of course she’d be jealous. “I don’t think I would like that.”

Rather than attack Gin’s position, Rob asked another question, one Gin didn’t expect. “Why do you think that would bother you?”

“I don’t know actually. I would be jealous that after sharing something as special as sex you wouldn’t want to be with me.”

“What if we just fucked?”

“Excuse me?” Gin looked around. They were in a nice restaurant, and Rob was not whispering or making any attempt to avoid anyone from eavesdropping.
 

“What if our expectations were just for a good time? No commitment. Just you and I naked and fucking. Would you still bring an emotional element to it?”

Gin was starting to hate Rob’s questions. They were difficult to answer and questioned her fundamental understanding of relationships. “I’m afraid that I do think that if we had sex I would probably feel that there was an emotional element to it.”

“That’s good. I’d be disappointed if you had said something else.”

Gin stared at Rob’s face. Damn, the closer she looked at him, the handsomer he became. “That surprises me. I was expecting you to say that you wanted a date who could compartmentalize the physical from the emotional.”

“Actually, I think that’s near impossible, but you miss my point. I’m looking for someone who embraces both. The difference is that I don’t think those things necessarily need to be limited to a single person.”

There it was. She had pretty much assumed that Rob was never going to settle down, but here he was basically saying it outright: His life was going to be filled with multiple lovers and friends who were lovers. Still, Gin had a nagging suspicion, one that she felt wasn’t just hope, that Rob was open to the idea of finding the right person to spend the rest of his life with.

“Can you see yourself eventually falling in love with one person and spending the rest of your life with them?”

“Just them?”

“Yes.”

Rob looked off in the distance, as if he were thinking hard. Eventually he looked at Gin. “I don’t know. I doubt it, but if the right person came along I guess I could see myself falling in love with them and only them.”
 

A shudder went through Gin’s whole body. She couldn’t explain it, but Rob’s last comment shook her to her core. On one level she instinctively knew that she would be the one to win him over. She just
knew it
. On another level she realized that she was extremely attracted to Rob. It wasn’t just his bad boy bachelor reputation, nor was it the rumor of his big cock. Nor was it his old school Hollywood good looks. It was all of those things and more. He was just really sexy.
 

The final thing that made Gin attracted to Rob was that he was so open and transparent that he made her feel confident and able to say what she wanted without any judgment. The waiter brought their food, and as he set the food across the table, Rob asked, “Any other questions?”

“Did you order sake?”

Laughing, Rob replied, “I did not!” He then went on to order a full carafe of sake.

As the night wore on, dinner conversation turned to interesting things that Gin was shocked Rob would like. They discussed British comedies, Game of Thrones, even some politics.
 

Gin realized that she was getting really drunk on sake when Rob asked her about college, and her first reply was, “I don’t remember much. College to me was drinking, fucking, and cramming.” Before Rob could say anything, Gin quickly added, “I can’t believe I just said that.”

Laughing, Rob replied, “Oh, I’m curious now. Did you do more drinking or fucking?”

The mischievous look in Rob’s eye just begged her to shock him. “Probably fucking.” She grinned. “I
really
like fucking.” She stopped herself from taking another drink of sake. “Oh my God, I shouldn’t be saying this. I’m way too drunk.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s a turn on, actually.” He looked at her over the cup of sake in his hand. He took a sip and then said, “Tell me about your wildest sexual experience.”

Gin looked at Rob.
He’s getting turned on by this conversation
. She thought of him getting hard under the table. That made her think of his large cock, and as she thought of his large cock, she started to get wet and turned on herself.
 

“I was with my boyfriend while my friend Lisa was with her boyfriend. We were hanging out in our dorm room with another guy. We were drinking and talking, but my boyfriend was being a dick, and I was mad at him. He said something obnoxious, and it pissed me off, so I went over and sat on the lap of the other guy to annoy my boyfriend.

“My boyfriend didn’t seem to care, so I kissed the other guy. We were all drunk, and my boyfriend was kind of just egging me on, so I ended up giving the guy a blowjob.”

“Wait, you did this in front of not just your boyfriend but also your friend Lisa and her boyfriend?”

“Well, I was kind of crazy in college.”

“Clearly,” Rob replied, his attention completely focused on Gin’s story.
 

“So the next thing I know Lisa is telling my boyfriend not to let me get away with what I was doing, so he comes over and the next thing I know he’s fucking me from behind while I’m on my knees giving the other guy a blowjob.

“And, well, I think I said something about a DP fantasy, and Lisa is in the background cheering the two guys on to make my fantasy come true. The next thing I know I’m straddling the new guy, while my boyfriend is fucking me in the ass.”

“With an audience no less. That’s pretty crazy all right.”

“Oh, it didn’t end there.” Gin smiled because she could tell Rob was not just interested, he was getting
really
turned on. “I’m getting fucked in my pussy and ass, and I look over my shoulder and tell Lisa that I really want her to let me borrow her boyfriend’s cock, as I want to get it in all holes.”

“Wow.” Rob swallowed and took a drink.

“She replied, ‘Oh, you can give him a blowjob, but only if you let me get a turn with all three.” Gin shrugged, a wicked smile on her face. “So that was my wildest moment. I got fucked by three guys and then watched my best friend get fucked by the same three guys.”

“So what was it like?”

“Pretty awesome, to be honest. Although one of the things I remember most is how Lisa and I were pretty much in charge, bargaining over which guy would do what and who was getting a turn. I really liked having three cocks at my whim.”

“I bet.”

Gin stared intently at Rob. Sharing the story made her wet and incredibly turned on. She couldn’t stop thinking about Rob and his cock. She decided to keep the erotic momentum going. “So if we’re going to share our deepest darkest secrets, it’s my turn. What was college like for you?”

“Oh, I studied like crazy. Was summa cum laude. Hell, I didn’t lose my virginity until senior year.”

“Ugh. You are boring. You need to bring more to the table.” Gin tapped her chin with her finger. “Okay, if your truths continue to suck, you’re going to have to move to dares or something.”

“Truth or dare? We’ve moved onto the reliving high school portion of dinner I see.” Rob smiled.

“That works for me. I was
 
only slightly less crazy in high school than I was in college.” Gin grabbed her sake again and downed it. “So truth—how big is your cock?”
 

Rob shook his head and smiled. “I tried to bury that article. Fucking Google. And Eric Schmidt owes me a favor, too.”

“You’re stalling.”

“Fine. It’s nine inches.”

“See? That wasn’t too hard, was it?”
 

“Actually, it’s only nine inches when it’s hard.”
 

Gin laughed. “Oh you’re naughty.”

“You have no idea. In fact, my turn: “Have you ever had sex with a woman?”

“You’re supposed to say ‘truth or dare,’ dummy.”

“Fine. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Gin winked.

“Have you ever had sex with a woman?”

“You are so predictable.” Rob smiled. “Yes. A few times. I’m not really that attracted to women, but I’ve enjoyed the few times I’ve done it. It’s nice.” Gin rubbed her hands together. “So truth or dare?”

Rob leaned forward. “Truth.”

“How hard is your cock right now?”

“Uncomfortably hard.” Before Gin could reply, Rob asked, “Truth or dare?”

"Dare.” The moment she said the word, Gin shuddered in anticipation and excitement. She knew Rob’s reputation, and she knew exactly the kind of guy he was.

Rob stared at her with a smile on his face. “I dare you to come sit next to me and stroke my uncomfortably hard cock under the table.” His eyes were intense, the desire in them palpable. His dare was an amazing turn on.

Gin stood up and moved to the chair at the table to the right of Rob. He watched her intently. As she sat down, she ran her hand up and down Rob’s right thigh, teasing him as she would brush her fingertips against his cock straining against the material of his pants and then slide them down again. She slid her hand up to his crotch and stroked his cock through the material. Leaning over, she whispered in Rob's ear, “Unzip your pants and pull your cock out.”