Sure I was attracted to him, all he had to do was touch me and I was ready to give up the cooch. The last few nights after meeting him those dimples of his had given me some long overheated sessions with the cooch. My fingers had damn near broke off from all the extra action. But how did I know he wasn’t some crazy ass nut job?
He had my ass hooked sure. It got so bad that that after that night he kissed me I’ve been watching the door like Publisher’s Clearing House was in the neighborhood and there was a chance I might win.
When I realized that I would
much rather have him walk through the door than that, I hung it up. He’ d come that night and the next, never saying much, just asking me everything about myself like he was doing an interview for twenty-twenty.
“I know it will work, because I’ll make sure of it.” He seemed so sure of himself, and he wasn’t giving me much time to think.
“We’ve got a plane to catch Alana. I’m trying not to just snatch you and go so let’s pretend that you said yes and get the hell out of here.”
Oh yeah he’s nuts. “I’m going to make you very rich and very happy little Alana. You will never want for anything again as long as you live I promise.” My heart was beating so fast I thought I was gonna drop dead.
Until this point I kinda thought he was screwing around with me, but his ass was serious. Like seriously. But the question wasn’t how serious he was, but could I do it?
What were the chances that I would meet someone like him? I’m not vain, but I ain’t stupid either. I know my ass is fine. Sheeiit, it’s the reason I never wasted myself on any of the deadbeats I’ve run across. I knew I deserved better, more, but damn.
“I’ll be honest with you, I’m kinda sorta attracted to you, but marriage?”
“Yes, it’s what I want.” Ain’t he the arrogant one?
6
Chance
“Unless you want me to fuck you right here in the back of this car you’ll give me what I want. My dick’s about to break in half.”
She got the biggest grin on her face, and if I’d thought she was gorgeous before, nothing compared to what that smile did to her face.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous.” I couldn’t resist touching her again even though I knew how it was going to make her react, and how that was going to make me want to throw her to her back and fuck the shit out of her.
“Come on let’s go.”
“Hey what about work? Shit how long were we out here?” She actually looked spooked, like she didn’t yet grasp what all this meant.
“Princess by the end of the night you could buy this place ten times over. Tell them you quit, get one of the others to cover for you for the rest of this shift, but this was the last night you waited on anyone.” She gave me a look of disbelief before shaking her head and climbing out of the car.
I waited in the car while she went in and told them she was leaving. It wasn’t long before she came back and I could tell by her face that it was finally setting in.
I took her hand once she was seated next to me and told the driver to take us to the private airstrip where I kept my jet. “You own a jet?” I just looked at her. She’d find out soon enough how rich I was, or more to the point how rich she now is.
Funny, when I was thinking about marrying Brittany I had a team of lawyers working on an airtight prenuptial agreement. I wasn’t interested in keeping my assets from Alana, in fact I can’t wait to spoil her.
She looked around the inside the chauffer driven Bentley like she was on the space shuttle. Maybe I’ll get her one as a wedding gift when we get back home. That and so much more.
We landed in Vegas not long after and the first order of business was getting the license. At some point she can have the wedding of her dreams but I want my ring on her finger before the sun rises.
At the registrar’s the girl behind the desk looked at my bride to be like she was something she stepped in. Alana, was still in her work uniform which I hadn’t even given a second thought. Luckily for the idiot the princess was looking around at all the gaudy décor on the walls and didn’t notice the slight.
I pulled her under my arm and turned to deal with the ass behind the desk with a look that I was sure she understood.