Sneak Peek

A Taste from Billionaire Omissions – Book One

I immediately look at him. His mouth is in a straight line.

My breathing has sped up, and I’m feeling more uncomfortable. This is not how I pictured this dinner going.

I draw my hand back and place it with the other on my lap.

“Look, Paige, I’m sorry I’m making you nervous. I only wanted us to sit down for dinner and talk. You are a very beautiful woman, and I was hoping the two of us could get to know each other better. I’m not the type of person that dates a lot of random women, but I’ve had my share.”

He runs his fingers through his hair before continuing, “Tell me about yourself Paige. Are you seeing anyone?”

I let out a laugh. He has some nerve.

I look him dead in his eyes.

“Nope, not seeing anyone. Are you seeing anyone Finn?”

I give him a dose of his own medicine as my subconscious looks everywhere for me.

Yea I said it, and I want you to answer me truthfully.

He raises a brow and straightens in his chair as if he’s ready to battle.

“Actually, I’m currently not seeing anyone, but I’d like to see more of you.”

Tilting his head, he slowly looks at me from head to toe and continues, “I’ll cut to the chase, Paige. There’s something about you that I find enthralling, and I would like to spend more time with you.” He leans in closer and says, “Privately and on my terms. I don’t know if you’re willing to do that. I have to admit that I’m finding it hard to concentrate right now without wanting to take you right here in this restaurant.”

What the hell?

I turn quickly to see if anyone has heard him. I think I have perspiration beading between my breasts. No one has ever made me so turned on.

He shifts in his seat and sits back obviously satisfied with his choice of words.

Now the ball is in my hands.

Don’t fumble please, we need this. Pass it to me. I’m so open. My subconscious apparently doesn’t trust me with it, and I don’t blame her.

I reply regaining my composure, “Finn, I’m not the type of girl that has casual sex with random people. Not that you’re uh, random but-”

Oh shit, I’m messing this up miserably.

“Finn, I’m just not that type of girl,” I blurt out.

I could slide right underneath this table. I’m embarrassed.

Quickly I excuse myself telling him I need the restroom. He’s not going to see me cry.

Scurrying off to the restroom to hide; I close the stall door and let out a heavy breath.

I can’t go back out there.

You will go back out there and slide under that table like you promised and let me handle the rest. My subconscious is in total freak mode.

I back her down and saunter out of the stall to splash a little water on my neck. I look at myself in the mirror fathoming that I don’t need concealer anymore. I’ve traveled a great distance from my past, far away from the grasp of James. Maybe things could be light and fun with Finn. Maybe something real could develop.

Would it be so hard to go with my feelings?