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French beach with him, but that went entirely against her recent strategy of playing hard to get.  
    It was even more important for her to think about these things with Phillip. He was a billionaire and was obviously used to women throwing their bodies at him for trips and presents. She had to build the relationship first.  
    She looked up Phillip’s profile. She was now a “close friend,” so she could see all of his posts and videos and photos. She browsed the photos and her stomach clenched.  
    There was photo after photo of Phillip with beautiful women—on a red carpet, at parties, on a yacht. Phillip didn’t seem to show up anywhere in public without a beautiful woman at his elbow. It didn’t help that they were all a lot prettier than Gin. Having a pretty face and a body with hot curves and nice tits didn’t seem quite so compelling when the guy you were going out on a date with was used to gorgeous models with perfect figures.  
    And they were all dressed in designer gowns and clothes. Gin thought of her wearing a sun dress to an evening date at a club and felt sick. She closed the browser and walked over to turn on the TV. She had to distract herself. The billionaire could have had any woman in the world, and she had the gall to play hard-to-get? Am I crazy ?  
    She had no idea what to think. She wasn’t gorgeous enough to play hard-to-get, yet if she did sleep with him, what if he just wanted to fuck her and move on? Why else would he choose her?
    Gin fell into a fitful sleep. She wanted to win him over, but she just wasn’t sure how to do it.

chapter four

    Before she left for the Billionaires Club, Gin spent the afternoon looking for the perfectly fitted little black dress. She went to higher end stores that she generally avoided as being outside of her budget. At her wits end, she opened her phone and found a boutique with the perfect name of The Hourglass.  
    As she entered she realized two things: She had finally found a store made for her, and she was way out of her league in terms of price. She grabbed a black dress that looked perfect: It was cotton and hugged her curves without having the awkward fit around her midsection and top.  
    In the fitting room she almost cried. It looked so good on her, but   it cost as much as her rent. She’d have to completely wipe out her emergency funds credit card to buy it. She spun around one last time and knew she had to have it. It made her look beautiful and sexy without shining a spotlight on her tits and ass in the process.
    She placed her credit card on the counter and took a deep breath. He has to see me as more than someone he wants to see in a bikini. She raced home and got ready for her date, the black dress hanging on the shower rod until she was ready to leave.

    Dave smiled at her as he took the card and dropped it into the slot next to his stool. “Nice to see you back, Gin.”  
    “Thank you, Dave. Nice to see you, too!” She walked through the door and into the Billionaires Club. The room was more crowded than her previous visit. There were more twenty-somethings and more women. The women were tall and thin and gorgeous. A few were dressed in tight, slutty dresses and miniskirts, but most looked like wealthy women who were there with their wealthy boyfriends and husbands.  
    Gin smoothed down her dress and walked around, looking for Phillip. After her second time around the room she started getting nervous. She couldn’t find him. Maybe he’ll be late. After all, he’s a busy CEO . She went over to ask Rich, the bartender, if he had seen Phillip. He was talking to Vinnie, the day bartender, who was in the same spot and wearing the same exact uniform as two days earlier—jeans and a white t-shirt.
    “Vinnie, have you even moved out of that barstool in the past two days?” She sat down in the stool next to his.
    “Gin!” Vinnie smiled widely. “How wonderful to see you. Here, let Rich buy you a drink.” The bartender rolled his