All Chapters of One Night Stand With The Billionaire Boss : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Nothing else I can do now. I’ve used the app enough to know it’s no guarantee of a match. She might not like the look of me or could already have matched with someone else. She might even be on a date now.My experience has been that for every ten or so right swipes, I might get one or two matches, and often they don’t come to anything. I should swipe right on a few more profiles to increase my chances of finding a match.But I’ve got work to do, and besides, I like the look of Alice, and I’m willing to wait to see what happens.I open my laptop, pull up a report, and start reading.I’ve only been working for a couple of minutes when my mobile lights up. I lift it and look at the message on the screen.Match! You and Alice have liked each other.I get the usual dopamine rush at the connection, and smile.Leaning back in the chair, I study the screen. I’m never sure how long to wait, but as I’m the guy, I normally message first. Fuck it. What’s the point in playing it cool?Me:Hey Alic

AliceSeven p.m. the next dayI approach Red’s Rib Shack from the other side of the road, pause in a doorway, and stare at Kip.He’s leaning against the wall not far from the door, looking at his phone in his left hand, his right in the pocket of his black trousers. He’s wearing a white dress shirt, and I can see that the inside of the collar, the placket, and the cuffs where he’s turned them back a couple of times are a silvery gray. The light breeze that’s blowing across the harbor is ruffling the longer hair on the top of his head. He’s wearing glasses, although he’s looking over the top of them at his phone, so he must be short-sighted.Oh my God, he didn’t stand me up. I don’t know why I was so convinced he would. He messaged me this morning, while I was at breakfast, to ask my opinion of a fantasy book he’d heard about, and we’ve messaged on and off all day in between his meetings and while I walked around the zoo with Charlie, who’s been thrilled at the communication. It’s most

Kip“You really like her, don’t you?” Saxon says as we stand at the till.I touch my card to the reader. “Yeah.”“She’s got that classy, cheeky thing going on. I knew you’d be head over heels as soon as I saw her.”I give him a wry look and pocket the card. “I’m not head over heels. We’ve only just met.” I look outside, where the two girls are waiting. “But yeah. She’s gorgeous. And funny.” My gaze lingers on her as she glances at me. Then I smile at Saxon. “Thanks for coming tonight.”“You’re welcome, and it was fun. We haven’t done this much, have we? Double dated, I mean.”“One of us was always in between relationships.”“Yeah, I guess.”We turn from the till and walk slowly toward the exit. “Did you have any luck with Craig?” he asks.This morning, we had a couple of reporters call to ask for details on the sale of MOTHER to Sunrise. Saxon burst into my office to ask what was going on, and so I had to tell him the stunt that Craig pulled yesterday. Craig called his PA to say he wa

AliceKip stares at me. “What?”“I haven’t had sex,” I say grouchily. “Ever.”“What? You’re gorgeous. How on earth have you got to twenty-five without sleeping with anyone?”I give another long sigh, flattered by his compliment but too annoyed with myself to react to it. “I have family commitments that mean I don’t have much free time. And now I’m twenty-five and inexperienced, and I meancompletely. I haven’t even kissed a guy since I was sixteen.”“Jesus.” He’s looking at me as if I’ve told him I’m a mermaid, with a kind of wondrous disbelief.Then he tips his head to the side, his brows drawing together. “I still don’t quite understand. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s something to be celebrated, surely? When you meet the right guy, you can get to know one another slowly. Any man worth his salt will be patient and gentle your first time.”I scowl. “I’m not in a Jane Austen novel. I’m not able to date right now, and I don’t want to wait for Mr. Right. I hate my virginity. It’s lik

KipHer eyes widen. “How did you know?”“How did I know what?”She stares at me for a second, then says, “Oh, nothing.”I have to stop torturing the poor girl. Her eyes are like saucers. But I’m having a lot of fun, and it’s impossible not to tease her.“You’re enjoying my misery far too much,” she says.“Tell me you’re not having a good time.”Her lips curve up then. “Maybe. I’m so glad you don’t mind me asking questions.”“Ask away. Can’t promise I’ll know the answer, but I’ll try.”“Did you mean what you said about showing me everything?”“Well, let’s start with the basics and see how we go.”“What do you mean by the basics?”“Tab A into slot B.”“Oh, okay. I get it.” She sucks her bottom lip. “Can I ask a question now?”“Honey, you don’t have to ask if you can ask a question every time you want to ask a question.”“Right, got it. What does slot C refer to?”“Probably oral?”“And D?”“Anal, I’m guessing.”“Oh, right. Both of which you’ve done, of course.”“Do you remember rule numb