In the Billionaires Club Read Online Free

believe it. She had been on a date with a billionaire, and she knew it was a date, because that’s how he had described it.  
    Lisa put her wine down on the coffee table and held her hands together. “Okay, we need to strategize this. How long do you think you have to date him before he’ll propose?”
    “Jesus, Lisa. I’ve had one date with the guy, and for most of the time I didn’t even know his last name.”
    “That’s the point. We need to make sure you don’t fuck this up.”
    “What if he’s an asshole, and I don’t like him?” In response, Lisa gave Gin her best you have to be kidding me look. “Seriously, though. I’m not a whore.”
    “You’re not an idiot, either.”
    That made Gin laugh. “That’s true.”
    “So, Phillip wasn’t a total asshole, and you think he’s kind of cute, and he gave you a kiss. I think wedding bells are in the future. The question is: What’s the next step?”
    Gin drained her glass and held it up for a refill. “I was thinking a second date would probably be a good start.”

    Later that night Gin joined Inky. It was like a stripped down Facebook, with nothing but short text, links, shared images, and videos allowed. No games. No apps. No advertisements. Its main draw was that it allowed for some kind of integration with Facebook, Instagram, and Google Plus, so users didn’t have to abandon their other social networks. In addition to being easy to navigate, Inky’s main selling point was its data policy—It wasn’t going to sell out your behavior to advertisers.
    Gin friended Phillip, apparently along with half the US, as he had a hundred million friends. Less than a minute later she was added to what was something called a “close friends” list. There were over six hundred of those. A message popped up from Phillip:  

    Phillip
    Hey, I was hoping to see you tonight. Bummed you didn’t show up. How about tomorrow? Oh, and thanks for joining Inky!

    Virginia
    I was busy! Definitely tomorrow. Six again?

    Phillip
    Yeah, definitely. That works.

    Virginia
    How’d the board meeting go? Were you able to stay awake through the entire thing? And, ugh, how can I change my profile name to “Gin.”

    Phillip
    Ha! Board meeting is tomorrow. I’ll bring extra coffee. And just go into your profile settings and fill in the nickname. It will populate through your whole profile. Oh, and upload photos. Lots of them. That’s 90% of what Inky is all about.

    Gin
    Oh, much better. Okay, I’ll add a photo or two. I don’t have any bikini shots, though, so you’ll have to wait for that. ;)

    Gin cursed herself. Why did I mention me in a bikini? I need to be more subtle! For a long time Gin didn’t really worry about dating and sex. If she was comfortable with a guy that she thought he was hot, she’d happily fuck him. But after one bad relationship after another, she had changed her approach. She had spent the past six months holding off on sex until after the relationship had at least some kind of foundation.  
    Yet here she was going back to her old self, flirting with Phillip about her bikini body. As Gin was beating herself up, Phillip replied.

    Phillip
    Damn. Okay, looks like I’ll have to see you in a bikini in real life then. Maybe on a beach near Bordeaux! Gotta run. Glad you got your profile straight. See you tomorrow.

    Gin stared at the screen. Did he just say a beach near Bordeaux? Like in France? The entire concept of flying off to France to visit a beach made her legs go weak. Who does that? Billionaires do that , she answered herself.  
    She couldn’t resist and looked up “best beaches near Bordeaux.” The results made her shake her head. Apparently the beaches near Bordeaux were mostly topless or nudist.  
    Y ou fly me to a French beach, and you can totally see my naked . It helped that Gin knew she looked better naked than in clothes, but she struggled with her thoughts. She loved sex, so she was thrilled at the whole idea of being nude on a