Blind Date With the Billionaire

Blind Date with the Billionaire (Billionaire BBW Erotic Romance)

Cordelia
Baxter

Copyright 2012
Cordelia
Baxter

All Rights Reserved

*****

Monica Jordan was still single at 36. It's not that she never had opportunities, it's just that they never panned out. In all her years on the dating scene she never met one guy who could be "the one", or even pretended like they wanted to be "the one." She wasn't a stick figure with a skinny body and tight abs who had guys drooling after her. She was a little fuller than most of the girls she saw, with a little extra cushioning on her chest and ass, and he
r
legs were thick and shapely. Though she liked
playing sports,
she wasn't an exercise fiend, and definitely didn't diet.
She always heard that guys like
d
a little extra meat on their women, but had never met
a guy like that
in real life.
In fact, all the guys she'd dated let her know, subtly and not so subtly
,
that they
found her figure less than ideal
.

It always crushed her whenever she would chat with a guy online and
hit it off
only to meet
in real life
and see the
disappointment
in his eyes as he looked her up and down and realized she wasn't a size zero.
She could see their shoulders slump as they released a sigh
, as if bracing for a disaster. They would always rush the date
hoping to get the night over with as soon as possible
, making snide comments or acting
annoyed whenever she su
ggested getting appetizers. H
er attempts at conversation were
brushed aside,
and suggestions for drinks and dancing after dinner were shot down.
After a while, it wore her down and she stopped going on dates altogether--that is until tonight.

It was Monica's first date in over a year. She still wasn't sure how it happened, but she was excited and nervous about
it
, and felt the familiar butterflies flittering in her stomach. It all started two
weeks ago; she was sitting home alone (again) on a Saturday night, watching a re-run of
The Notebook
on TV, and eating from a carton of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia.
Her eyes watered as she watched Noah and Allie kissing on the screen,
as she wondered why she couldn't find a guy like that.
Getting
up
from the couch,
she decided on a whim to check her
online dating profile.
As soon as she logged in, she got a message from
Gabe345.
He didn't have a picture on his profile,
which
made her kind of wary, but
then she couldn’t complain. Her own picture was a slightly out of focus profile shot, that she thought hid her flaws
. H
e got her attention with his
opening line.

Gabe345:
Hi ther
e fellow Sherlock fan.

It was such a departure from the other guys who would message her with "Hey sweet cheeks", or "Wassup
sexy
," that she was intrigued.
Not many guys would take the time to read her profile, and still fewer shared her interest and love of literature, especially Sherlock Holmes.

Monjo: Hey there yourself.

Gabe345: I saw your profile and noticed you were a
Sherlock Holmes fan...and you watch The Jersey Shore.
I knew I had to message you.

Monjo: Lol, yeah
I’m a girl of varied tastes. What can I say, it’s my guilty pleasure. Are you saying you share my love of trashy television and classic detective novels?

Gabe345: I’ll only admit to the detective stories. I do have a reputation to uphold.

Monjo: Mmm hmm, and I assume you didn’t happen to catch the season finale last week.

Gabe345: My lips are sealed.

Monjo: You can keep your secrets. I probably wouldn’t admit to watching it either in real life.

Gabe345:
Thank you.
I've
actually
been trying to catch you online for the past week now, but you never seem to be logged in…so
rry, did that just sound creepy?

Monjo: Uh…kind
a, but I'll let that pass
;)

They chatted over instant messenger for hours that evening, discussing everything from their favorite book
s and movies, to more personal subjects like family and life goals
. Monica learned that Gabe was in his early
forties
, and newly divorced. He was a businessman, but didn't delve too deeply into exactly what type of business he did.
She told him
about
her
self, her hobbies and interests, and about her boring job as a receptionist at the power company.
The time seemed to fly by, her laughter echoed throughout her living room as he recounted an embarrassing incident in his childhood. It was with some surprise
then,
that she glanced at her clock and noticed it was already 4am.

Monjo: Oh wow! I can't believe we've been chatting for 5 hours now.

Gabe345: I did
n't realize that either.
Do you have to go to work in the morning?

Monjo: Nope, it's Sunday. I really have nothing to do tomorrow, it's just I haven't been up this late since college…God I feel old.

Gabe345: Hey if you're old, that makes me ancient.

Monjo: Well Old Man, I don't know about you, but I need my beauty sleep.

Gabe345: Ok…I had fun talking with you tonight…maybe we can chat again?

Monjo: I'd like that.

Thi
s started a
routine
of nightly chats that lasted into the
early
hours of the morning. Monica would rush home from work
every evening
, giddy with excitement
.
She'd scarf down her dinner and then plop down
in front
of her computer from 6pm to 2am every night.
Every time
she saw the messenger box pop up, her heart skipped a beat. She was having so much fun chatting
with and getting to know
Gabe
. He
never talked about himself much. He seemed much more interested in learning about her. Monica had never been showered with so much attention before, even if it was through cyberspace.
Gabe was everything she wanted in a guy, and she didn't
even
know what he looked like. She just knew what type of person he was through his words.

Gabe345: I'v
e never had so much fun getting to know someone, Monica.

Monjo: Aw thanks Gabe. Right back at cha
.

Gabe345: What do you think about meeting in person?

Monica's heart skipped a beat.
Gabe was everything she wanted in
a guy: smart, funny,
and
kind.
What frightened her was how he would react when he saw her. She didn't want to go through the
disappointment
again of having a guy she liked reject her because of how she looked.

Monjo: Um…Are you sure you know what you're getting into?

Gabe345
: Why
would you say that? I've
wanted
to meet you in person since the first night we chatted.

Monjo: Well, I've never had great experiences with online dating. I don't want to disappoint you.

Gabe345: You could never disappoint me. Besides, what if I disappoint you? I could be a short ogre with warts all over my body, you know.

Monjo: Lol, somehow I doubt that very much!
Even if you are, I don’t think I'd care.

Gabe345: I'll hold you to that! You might regret your words.

Monjo: Well, ogre, where should we meet? How will I pick you out from the crowd? Should I be looking for a short man with warts all over his face?

Gabe345:
Ha-ha
maybe I exaggerated. How about you look for a nervous guy holding a red rose?

Monjo: I think I can do that.

Gabe345: What about you? How will I be able find you?

Monjo: Hmm, I'll be the woman in a purple dress
also holding a red rose.

Gabe345: Great! Shall I pick you up or did you want to meet there?

Monjo: I'd prefer to meet there. After all, you could be a deranged serial killer.

Gabe345: That's
true
and you could be a psycho stalker. How about we meet at 7pm next Saturday?

Monjo: That sounds good to me.

Gabe345: Great! It's a date! I can't wait to see you.

Gabe had picked out the most exclusive rest
aurant in the city to meet
. It wasn't
a place Monica normally went to
since it was way out of her price range, but Gabe had raved about their food, so she was excited to try it.
She was in her apartment getting ready for the night. Her whole body tingled with nervous anticipation. She had told him she would be wearing a purple dress--the nicest and most flattering dress she owned.
The deep eggplant color complimented her olive toned complexion. The cut of the dress narrowed at her waist, accentuating her ample chest and giving her an hourglass figure. The hem of her dress reached just above her knees showing off her shapely calves, which she paired with black high heels. She kept her dark brown shoulder
length
hair down
in soft waves
, but pinned the front strands back away from her face. Looking in the mirror, she let out a
shaky
breath.
Well, I hope he likes what he sees,
she said to herself.

Monica walked into the dimly lit restaurant
a bundle
of nerves. She clutched the red rose in her hand
as her
eyes searched the bar of the restaurant, looking for Gabe. The only person she saw was a tall man standing with his back turned tow
ard her. He had broad shoulders
and a powerful, muscular build
which
his black suit jacket did little to hide. Immediately dismissing him as a possibility, her eyes scanned the bar again. She didn't see anyone holding a red rose, and immediately began to panic.
What if he's stood me up
?
she thought.
Oh God this is so embarrassing.

Just as she was about to turn around and flee, the man at the bar turned around.
He was the handsomest man she'd ever seen. He was tall, about 6
feet
3 and had dark wavy hair with a streak of grey at the front. As she noted earlier, he had a muscular build, with broad shoulders and a
trim
narrow waist.
In his hands he held a single red rose. Monica had to catch her breath as she stood and stared at him.
She couldn't believe that he was Gabe.

He hadn't noticed her yet as his eyes searched the crowd. Monica was afraid of seeing that look in his eyes that she had seen so many times before. She was tempted to make a run for it when he finally caught sight of her. Monica sucked in a breath and braced herself for what she knew would happen.

Far from the
disappointment
she expected,
he actually looked happy to see her. H
e let out a wide grin that crinkled his eyes and quickly walked towards her.

"Monica," he breathed
once he reached her. "You look absolutely stunning."

Monica blushed under his praise.

"Thank you Gabe," she replied, "You look very handsome yourself."

"Don't sound so surprised," he joked. "Were you expecting a troll?"

"Well, you did warn me," she laughed.

"You got me there
,
" he said as he grabbed her hand and led her into the restaurant. They were seated at a private table by the large glass windows. The restaurant was on the penthouse level and overlooked the whole city. Monica looked
out
in awe as she
saw
the view.

"This is amazing," she said, still gazing out the windows.

"I'm glad you like it," G
a
be replied.

The waiter appeared
then
and took their drink orders. Gabe ordered a bottle
fancy F
rench wine that Monica had never heard of. She
felt out of her depth and a little flustered.