Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

TABITHA

Sid slammed the bottle of beer on the table. "This was needed," he breathed. "That guy asks so many questions."

"You didn't say how he never fails to show his disinterest," Ron shook his head.

"I like how he seems hard to get. I thrive on clients like this one."

We all let out a groan at Jon's words.

I rolled my eyes. "You know what, Jon. If dealing with stubborn people is what you 'thrive on', why don't you consider a profession as a therapist, huh?"

Ron chuckled as he reclined in his seat and raised his legs and rested them on the table. "He should juggle being a therapist and a high school teacher. High schoolers are fucking impossible."

Sid guffawed. "I agree with you both. And you Tabitha, why don't you consider a full time profession as your boss' side chick?"

I looked up to find Sid's gaze on me.

"What?" I frowned.

The rest of the guys laughed. "Everyone saw how you stared at his body as he stepped out of the water," Jon supplied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Oh," I reclined in my seat. "That."

"Bitch. You practically eyefucked him," Sid yelled.

I shook my head before I threw my head back. "He's so hot," I moaned out and I felt my thighs clench just at the memory of how he had got out of that tank in all his glory, the water dripping from every part of him, the imprint of his member visible through the flimsy towel. Right there and then, I'd have given anything to press myself against him, but I couldn't blow our cover.

"Why not just seduce him instead of using the long cut?" Jon suggested, a smirk on his lips.

I arched my brows at him. "Don't you thrive on the long cut?"

it feels

my eyes. "Yeah, I've got balls, why

their heads back in

don't see you making a move,

you think I've tried? It's my boss we're talking about here. I've tried but it's like that man thinks about nothing

"This should be written down and dated. The one and only

you all," I muttered as I fought the unconscious tug of my

They laughed harder.

any man-as much as I wanted Dennis. His loyalty even made me even

you've still got your charm," there was a smug smile on Sid's lips as hos

rolled my eyes. "You're

grabbed his chest and fell back in

of the group

guys," Ron began after the laughter died down. "I don't

as we

just talk about his disinterest?" His gaze swept across us. He slammed the back of his right hand on his left palm. "Every damn time look at

sham. This is our profession," I told

Just be super careful at work, okay?" He

always careful.

If I wasn't, I would've

his cigarette. "I honestly can't wait to have him off

comment seemed

back to all the times we've hosted him, seeing if we could find a hint in his demeanor that he

after a while, we

wn

while until my

eyes widened a fraction at the caller's