The billionaire grinned. “You know each other?”
“After this,” Ilse muttered, “I’m disowning her as a friend.”
But no one was listening to Ilse, her reaction making Charlene laugh and the billionaire chuckle.
“May we rent your room for the rest of the night, mevrouw?”
Charlene grinned. “So you’re finally going to take her V-card,mijnheer?”
Ilse groaned. “Oh my God, Charlene, will you stop talking aboutthat?”
“A gentleman never tells.” But the billionaire’s wicked grin said it all.
When he tried handing her his payment, Charlene shook her head. “You know what? It’s on me—-”
“I appreciate the gesture, but please do not deny me the pleasure of sharing my, err, happiness.”
“Because you’re going to fuck Ilse?” she asked innocently.
“Because I’m going to fuck Ilse,” he averred.
Ilse slowly banged her head against the wall. “Seriously? Seriously?”
But the two continued to ignore her.
Heading to the door, Charlene was chatting amiably to the billionaire, saying, “Ilse already knows this, but my bed’s completely clean. You don’t have to worry about anything.”
“Enjoy the rest of the evening,mevrouw.”
Charlene winked. “I think you’ll enjoy it more.”
As the billionaire shut the door, they heard Charlene release a whoop of joy outside.
“Oh my God! This is enough to pay two months’ rent!”
Ilse was happy for her friend, but right now—-
Her gaze clashed with the billionaire.
And just like that, they picked right up from where they left off.
Ilse could only gasp as the billionaire’s mouth crushed hers. He pushed her against the wall as his hands became busy undressing her, and she could only whimper against his lips as she felt her clothes falling away from her body piece by piece.
And then she was naked—-
He stepped away from her, his intense blue eyes roaming over her bare body.
“Jaak.”
There was just something so sinful about having nothing on while her lover was still fully clothed.
“Beautiful,” the billionaire rasped.
He drew her to the bed, the billionaire sitting on the edge and making her stand between his legs.
“And mine. You’re mine, aren’t you, Ilse?”
She whispered, “Yes.”
