In the Billionaires Club by Anne Burroughs Page A

when he walked in with the blonde over there that you two were over.” Gin spun around and looked out on Phillip, who was at a table with his two buddies, Scott and Glenn. A tall blonde woman, who looked like a fashion model, stood next to him with her hand resting on his thigh.  
    “That poor girl.”  
    Vinnie shrugged. “Unlike you, I’m pretty sure she knows what she’s getting into.”
    Gin felt a surge of anger, but she took a deep breath. Vinnie wasn’t a jerk. He just called it like he saw it, and he ultimately wished the best for her. “So was I an idiot or what?” She sighed.
    Vinnie turned quickly and faced her. “No. Why would you say that? You were sincere and gave Phillip a chance. That it turned out he didn’t deserve one had nothing to do with you.” Vinnie turned back to his drink, which he emptied.
    “Thanks, Vin.”  
    Vinnie smiled. “Very few people call me Vin. It sounds good coming from your mouth.”
    “Gin and Vin. Two sad people in the Billionaires Club.” Vin looked over, and then smiled as he looked past Gin.
    “Well, Lisa certainly is making progress.”  
    Gin glanced over. Lisa was laughing, and Gin cringed. As Lisa laughed, her tits bounced, totally exposing them to anyone looking at her from the side, like the Abrams guy, who was practically leaning in his chair to get a better look. On the other hand, the young man looked completely rapt in her display of personality and sexual provocation.
    Turning back to Vinnie, she asked, “Is he going to break her heart?”
    “Billy? Nah. I doubt he’ll commit to her, but who knows? He’s a good kid. He’s just paranoid about women and his money.” Vinnie absent-mindedly slid his glass around the bar. “Which is smart, actually.”
    “Is he rich?”
    “Depends on how you define rich.”
    “How do you define rich, Vin?”
    “Me?” Vin turned and looked deeply into Gin’s eyes. “Doing what you want when you want. Wearing what you want, and hanging out with the people you want to hang out with.” He shrugged. “It’s not complicated.”
    “Sounds like you’re rich.” Gin pushed her shoulder into Vin’s.  
    “Yeah. I have so much freedom I don’t know what to do with my money.” His voice sounded a little bitter. “Rich, my drink is empty again. I swear you are doing this on purpose, you bastard.”
    Gin laughed. She loved spending time with Vin. He was goofy and sad, but also engaging and funny. He was incredibly hot, but he smelled like bourbon and wore the same clothes every day. At least they were clean. “I like hanging out with you, Vin.”
    He looked at her with a quizzical look on his face. “I enjoy your company, too, Gin.” Rich filled his glass. “Hey, Rich. It looks like Billy is going to take care of Lisa. Can you get Gin a few cards?” Rich didn’t even question his colleague, but walked over and came back with three cards, which he handed to Gin.
    “There you go. Now you can come see me whenever you like.”
    “Why that was almost romantic, Vin.”
    He snorted, but didn’t reply. “So Billy is Abrams’ first name?”
    “Yeah. Sorry. He hates being called Billy. Thinks having everyone address him by his last name makes him sound more important.” Vin took a sip of his drink. “Idiot.”
    “So you never answered my question. Is Billy rich?”
    Vin shrugged. “He’s probably worth fifty mil or so. Needs to wait for his lockup period to end first, though, so he’s living on ramen somewhere in San Jose. I think he’ll have the goods in like three months, though. So your friend is getting in on the ground floor. Smart move.” Vin didn’t sound impressed.
    “Be nice. She’s a good person. She just hasn’t had a break her whole life. I bet she’d make Billy really happy.”
    “Oh, I can tell from this angle very clearly that she’d make just about any guy really happy.”  
    “Don’t be a jerk.”
    Vin sighed, turned, and looked at Gin. “I guess I just see way too much