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?"

"I know how it feels

I've got balls, why

their

dude, I don't see you making a move, what's up?" Jon inquired

"Don't 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 but his wife

should be written down and dated. The one and only

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

They laughed harder.

never wanted any client-or any man-as much as I wanted Dennis. His loyalty even

a smug smile on Sid's lips as hos tongue briefly swiped

eyes. "You're

fell back in his seat.

rest of

laughter died down. "I don't think

back?" Jon asked as we all turned to him with a

his right hand on his

isn't a sham. This is our profession," I told

way to put it. Just be super careful at work, okay?" He said, his

returned to my drink. "Besides, I'm always careful. We've dealt with

am relaxed. If I wasn't, I would've

sighed as he took a long puff from his cigarette. "I honestly can't wait to have him off our

seemed to

as we all grew quiet after then each probably thinking back to all the times we've hosted him, seeing if we could find a hint in his demeanor that he

we got it

wn

until my phone's

widened a fraction at the caller's