Resisting Mr. Rich (The Men Series Book 8)
Resisting Mr. Rich: Chapter 1

“I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY Cole can’t just let Keira have it in pink as well. Of course she’s going to need more than one color. Who has just one wedding gown?”

I lean back in my chair and listen to my latest swipe right date, FlirtyGirl99, tell me all about the latest episode of some reality TV show she’s into.

“You’d let me have as many colors as I wanted, wouldn’t you?” She flutters her eyelashes and places her hand on top of mine on the white tablecloth. “You’re generous, I can tell. You like to spoil, don’t you.”

I’d fucking ruin those delicious tits of yours.

I lift my gaze back from where it’s dropped to her cleavage.

“I’d treat my girlfriend like a princess, Cindy.” I flash her a charming grin. It has the desired effect of making her giggle.

“It’s Sandy,” she muses, not bothered at my slipup.

Her hand goes to the heart necklace around her neck, and she plays with it, drawing my eyes back down.

“Do you want to touch one?”

“Excuse me?”

She bites her lower lip and gives me a coy look. “They’re really soft.”

My fingers flex against the tabletop beneath hers. She squeezes my hand and then lifts it, guiding it toward her tit.

I avert my eyes long enough to glance around the intimate restaurant we’re dining in. We’re in a private booth near the back. Tucked away into a dimly lit corner. Nothing at all stopping me from touching the tits of a woman I just met in person this evening after talking on a dating app for a few days.

Game on.

Sandy places my hand over her tit, beaming at me as she pushes on my fingers until I squeeze a handful.

“You like them?”

She drops her hand from mine, brushing her hair over her shoulder, me with my hand spread over her tit like it’s the most natural thing to do on a first date.

“They’re nice.” I give it another squeeze, not one to waste an opportunity. “Really something.”

I draw my hand back while she beams.

“I went bigger, six hundred CC.”

“They look good on you.”

I know some guys don’t like the fake ones. But I’ve learned to appreciate both natural and enhanced.

I just like breasts, what can I say?

“Thank you,” she gushes. “I wasn’t going to go bigger, but then Humpy added to my account as a surprise.” She sighs happily. “He says seventy-five percent is his share. He’s so funny.”

I look up from the full rounded curves of bare skin.

“Humpy?”

“Yeah.” Her eyes light up. “Ooh! Can you get a picture for me? This is a new dress; he’d love to see me in it.”

She shoves her phone into my hand and pulls her dress lower with a jiggle, pushing her breasts up at the same time until her nipples are almost spilling out.

I snap a picture of her and hand her phone back.

“Thank you.” She looks at the screen and taps in something. “There. All uploaded.” Her phone chimes almost instantly, and she giggles. “He likes it. Thank you, Logan.”

She slides her phone into her purse and blinks at me innocently like she didn’t send a picture of her tits in her new dress to another guy when she’s on a date with me.

“Oh.” She bats a hand in the air with a giggle as she takes in my frown. “He’s not a boyfriend or anything. Don’t worry. Humpy’s just a friend.”

“Is he like a camel you sponsor from the zoo or something?”

Sandy giggles more, oblivious to my souring mood as I take a sip of my wine.

“Humphrey.” She rolls her eyes before her gaze homes in on the gleaming Rolex on my wrist as I lower my glass back to the table.

“He’s one of my sponsors,” she adds as I look at her blankly. “You know… from BuyMyBreasts?”

“Buy my—?”

“Breasts.” She smiles at me and gives her chest a little shimmy. “I would have been saving months to pay for surgery myself. My sponsors got me to target in six weeks. Can you believe it?”

I stare at her as she bounces in her seat.

“Strangers bought you your breasts?”

Pride brings a blush to her cheeks as she nods.

“Amazing, isn’t it? People are so generous.” Her eyes cast down over my suit as she reaches for my hand on the table again.

I sit, stunned, as she entwines her fingers with mine.

“You don’t mind, do you?” She rubs a long nail over my skin, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “I know I said Humpy owns seventy-five percent. But I was teasing. He knows only my boyfriends get to touch them.”

Except me, a virtual stranger who you invited to squeeze them in public.

“Right.” I take a slow breath, rolling my lips and glancing around for the server.

“He’s happy as long as I still send photos. All my sponsors are. You’re okay with that though, aren’t you? I mean, that’s kind of how we met. You liked those photos I sent you, didn’t you?” She bats her eyelashes, and I tug at my shirt collar.

When the fuck did it get so stuffy in here?

A stiletto glides up my calf, and I jump in my seat before clearing my throat.

Sandy smiles. “Shall we get going? Maybe I can come back to your place and you can show me your designs for Vick?”

My jaw clenches and I slide my hand away from beneath hers.

“Vex. It’s called Vex.”

“I’ve never seen a rocket engine before. I thought they’d be, like, solar powered or something. You know, to be echo-friendly.”

“Eco-friendly,” I grit and look for a server to settle the bill.

Sandy chatters incessantly as I pay, help her into her coat, and guide her outside.

She only stops when I hold a cab door open for her to slide into and stay standing on the street.

“Aren’t you coming?”

“Can’t.” I feign utter regret, holding her gaze. “I have an early meeting.”

“About Vix?” She brightens like a puppy expecting a treat for pissing in the correct spot.

“Vex.” A muscle in my jaw ticks.

“Oh.” She sinks back into the seat. “Maybe another time?”

I don’t answer, because that would mean lying, and I hate lying.

I hand the driver a fold of notes.

“Please make sure this beautiful woman gets home safely.”

Sandy giggles behind her hand as I flash her a charming smile.

I close the door before she can say anything else. My phone is out of my pocket and to my ear before the cab even pulls away.

“All right, fucker? Why you calling me? Thought you were on a date?”

I chuckle at Drew’s greeting. “Nice way to talk to your best mate.”

“So, what happened? Does she have brains as well as tits?”

“If she did, then Humpy’s probably a shareholder.”

“What? You had too much to drink? Listen, I’ve had one too, but if you need a ride home, I can ask Maddy.”

“No, I’m fine,” I say as I walk toward my Aston Martin. “I’ve had half a glass of wine. Besides, you know your sister would rather leave me to crawl over hot coals to get home than give me a lift.”

Drew chuckles. It’s always been a source of amusement how much his sister, Maddy, dislikes me. I could help my cause, but it’s far too fun playing with her when I see her. It’s become a compulsion to see how deep I can make the frown line that appears between her eyebrows when she sees me. Maybe it’s the lack of any siblings of my own to mess with.

“Did you know there are websites where girls can get their boob jobs paid for by guys with names like Humphrey?”

I unlock my car and sink into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah, didn’t you?”

“I do now,” I groan and tip my head back into the headrest.

“FlirtyGirl99? Really?”

“Yep.”

Drew breaks out into a booming laugh. “Jesus Christ. Why wasn’t this a double date? I’d have paid to see your face.”

“Fuck off.”

I drag a hand down my face. Maybe I need a break from the dating apps. Vex is going to need all my energy anyway. It’s a gigantic project. I’m heading to Italy soon for a month-long business trip to secure funding for it.

My mind flashes to Sandy’s tit as I squeezed it. Humpy has a good investment at least. They were nice tits.

“You sure know how to pick them,” Drew interrupts my thoughts.

“Am I that shallow? Don’t fucking answer that.”

He breaks out into laughter as I curse at him with a half-smile on my lips and end our call.

I exhale as I sit, watching a couple wander along the street. He has his arm around her and she’s smiling at something he’s saying.

Just then, my phone chimes.

Treena2000 wants to send you a message.

My brows quirk with interest as my thumb hovers over the screen. I hesitate as I read the notification again.

“Fuck.”

I throw my phone into the center console, the message unopened.

I want a hot shower and my own bed.

It can wait.