Billionaire's Best Friend

II. Hungry for Food s*x

Nina’s POV:

Just as I expect it to be profound. If it were a high pitch, in no doubt, I would’ve run to the bathroom and laughed. Now, I wish he had a high pitched voice so I can have some joy today.

I immediately felt a tingly sensation between my legs as the blood in my body rushed towards my face. Goodness, No! You have a boyfriend!

I scanned my surroundings to make sure he was talking to me. I don’t want to respond and embarrass myself. I do enough of that daily. There was no one else around.

“Me?” I said with uncertainty as I pointed a finger at myself to ensure he was talking to me.

“Yes,” he said firmly as he scratched the back of his neck. Trailing my eyes down towards his neck, I saw a silver ring with black straps tie around it, keeping it in place. It was beautiful.

He cleared his throat slightly once more, and I can see his Adam’s apple moving up and down. Rolling my eyes back to his, I smiled at him. “Can I help you?”

What can I, an average human female, do for you, an out of this world male.

Maybe, he is an alien?

After All, no one can look that good.

“I saw you here several times around here, and I wondered if you want to go out sometimes?” he said awkwardly. He scurried his hands back into his pockets while slightly rocking back and forth.

So, you want to kidnap me, eh, sexy alien.

It’s obvious he isn’t used to asking girls out, which doesn’t surprise me. I wouldn’t ask anyone out, too, if they threw themselves at me all the time.

Gently, a small smile tugged across his stubble jaw as his eyes flickered towards me - a single deep dimple.

Holy moly guacamole, did this elegant alien just ask me out?

I can feel my heart pumping out blood rapidly throughout my body. I know it’s wrong for my heart to beat so much, but I couldn’t help it.

“But we are outside,” I replied, spreading my hands outward. Smooth, Nina. Smooth as butter.

Biting his bottom lip that dried up due to the chilly air, he cracked a low ruffled laugh. “How about a date?”

“I don’t eat that fruit. It hurts my teeth,” I said, batting my eyes a few times, sending him a tight smile. If you push him down and run away, it would probably be less awkward.

His brows furrowed together, a quick chuckle escaping. “Is it too sweet for you?” He sent me a sly smirk.

You’re too sweet for me, Mister Alien. “Yes, way too sweet. I can’t handle it. You like eating dates?” I said, fingers playing with one another, feeling the sweats sliding down my armpits. Why am I still talking to him - because he is eye candy.

He inhales a deep breath, puffing up his broad chest. “I don’t need it. Looking at your sweet self already gives me cavities.”

Lifting a brow, I release a single snort. “Corny much?”

“My flirting skills aren’t exactly smooth, is it?” He chuckles lightly, the tip of his tongue poking out.

Who needs flirting skills with your looks? I shook my head. “Ever consider going to the library?”

“For what?” he asked.

“There is this book called Flirting for Dummies."

Tilting his head, soft brown hair swift to the side lightly, humorous lip curving upward. “How about I try this again?”

I sat there, crossing my arms, quite intrigued.

Let’s see how this plays out.

“You know, consuming dates has its benefits,” he said, taking a seat beside me.

“Such as?”

“Aids in hangovers, reducing chances of getting certain cancers, and boosting energies,” he stated, leaning over clasping his large firm hands together.

Attractive and intelligent alien, please leave. You’re making my existence sorrowful. “Boosting energies? Every fruit does that,” I replied, turning my body towards him.

“I meant boosting s****l energies,” he stated, smirking.

“Strawberries can do the same thing,” I said, biting my lip as I lean down on my knees, getting a better view of him.

I can feel him leaning in closer to me. “You like strawberries?”

My body instinctively leaned in with him. “I love strawberries.”

“Plain?” icy blues were staring at me as if I’m the only person in the park.

“No, with chocolate,” I responded.

I can feel his hot breath hitting my lips. “What about whip cream?”

“I like them on my strawberries too.”

“I prefer them on something else.”

“What else is it good for other than strawberries?” I asked, biting my lips, gazing at his.

He raised a finger, gesturing for me to come closer. I scooted inward, thigh hitting him as he tucked my uncooperative hair behind my ear, cupping his hands over his mouth, hot sizzling breath running across my lobes. “Ice cream,” he whispered.

Covering my mouth, I cracked into a loud laugh, pushing him back.

“Oh, of course! How foolish of me to forget such an important dessert,” I said, wiping the light water in the corner of my eyes.

He ran his slim fingers through his messy hair. “I’m not really a fruit guy,” he said, twisting his lips.

My laugh died down into a short chuckle. “What kind of guy are you?”

He tightened his lips. “I’m more of a seafood kind of guy.”

I sat there, crossing my legs, raising a brow. “Oh? What’s your favorite type of seafood?”

He closed our distance once again, leaning back towards my redden ears.

"Oyster. I love eating oyster.”

And with that, my mouth dropped on the cold ground. Closing it, I turned toward him, nose hitting his, and saw a mischievous glisten in his eyes as a naughty smirk made its appearance.

“You know there is a method in eating oysters,” he whispered.

I shook my head, causing our nose to graze against one another. “I didn’t know that.”

“Many don’t know, but lucky for you, I happen to be an expert,” he said, refusing to back away.

“You’re willing to share your secret?” I breathe out.

“Yes.”

“Educate me.”

I can feel his fingers touching mine. “You can’t eat it right away. It has to be prepared thoroughly, delicately. When it’s prepared, you have to enjoy it, show appreciation for the artwork. Drink the juice fully, consume it as if it’s your last," his voice slow, calm, and steady.

My throat hitched, the brain drain of any thoughts as I drink in his alcoholic words.

“Do you happen to know where I can eat an oyster?” He asks, sending me another cunning smirk.

“Th-there is a place n-near here that sells f-fresh cold o-oyster.”

“I prefer my oyster hot and moist," his voice, huskier than earlier.

Our broiling breath mixes in the cold chilly air, the tip of his finger twirling around mine. Icy blues locked into my dark brown, filled with tacit desire.

Gulping down, I took a deep, shaky breath and shot up, taking a step back from what I deemed as the danger zone.

He looked at me with pure confusion. My throat dried, parched, in need of water. Standing up, he towered over my tiny figure, reaching out his hand. “What’s wron-”

“I’m sorry. I have a boyfriend!” I screamed.

My conscience gave me a high five for doing the right thing while my unwanted sister downstairs shrivels in disappointment, mainly since she prepared a waterfall.

I saw him open his mouth to say something, but my cell phone rang, indicating it was time for me to leave.

“Excuse me, I have to go,” I said quickly, hesitantly gave him a slight smile before putting on my earphone and dashed.

After speed-walking near my car, I glanced back at him and saw him talking to his friend.

He turned towards me, corner of his lips tilting downward as his friend cracked into a roaring laugh. Biting the bottom of his tempting lips, he took a single hesitant step towards me but swiftly pulled back.

I quickly shake my head, telling myself that I have a boyfriend, and this is wrong.

Immediately, I turn around and walk towards my car.

I can’t believe he just made a bunch of s****l advances towards me, and I let him! Stupid hormones!

As I got into my car, I bit my nails while holding a hand over my chest. I can feel it pounding intensely. Placing both hands on my wheel, I planted my head on it.

Please, stop beating.