Billionaire, Let's Divorce! novel Chapter 408

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?“

He shrugged. “I know how it feels to deal with blue balls.“

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I've got balls, why don't you come kick them?“

They all threw their heads back in laughter.

“But for real, dude, I don't see you making a move, what's up?“ Jon inquired seriously.

I sighed. “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 and bars.“

They all laughed then Ron smirked. “This should be written down and dated. The one and only Tabitha failed to seduce a man.“

“Fuck you all,“ I muttered as I fought the unconscious tug of my lips.

They laughed harder.

I have never wanted any client—or any man—as much as I wanted Dennis. His loyalty even made me even harder for him, his disinterest made me want him more.

“Why not seduce me then? See if you've still got your charm,“ there was a smug smile on Sid's lips as hos tongue briefly swiped across his lips, his eyes ogling me shamelessly.

I rolled my eyes. “You're not my type, dude.“

He grabbed his chest and fell back in his seat. “Ouch.“