Page 89 of Mr. Romantic (Mister 2)

“I do. I like this one. It’s a rental, but I have one just like it in San Diego.”

“You have a lot of money, I take it. And by a lot, I mean, God money.”

I almost laugh. “Yeah. You’re just figuring that out?”

“I don’t know. I saw the house and the resort. But you have a lot more than most. I don’t think about money much. Beyond needing it for things. And I really did want that job.” She grabs her little envelope purse that I sent her with the dress and shoes, and pulls out her iPad. “I have a presentation—”

My laugh stops her cold.

“What?”

“You came here tonight, knowing what we’re going to be doing, with a presentation?”

“I have graphs, Nolan. I have good ideas. And solid projections.”

I place my hand over hers to stop her from opening the cover of the iPad. “Put it away.”

“But I want you to know what my ideas are.”

I can tell by the tone in her voice it’s true, so I make my voice soft. “You’ll still have time to impress me afterward.”

“No,” she says quickly. “You said once we fucked then there’s no possibility of me being hired by you.”

“Well, nothing is set in stone.”

“Except the word stop,” she says in a small voice.

“That goes without saying.”

“I’m just making sure.”

“Do you want to stop before we start? You can, you know. I’ll take you home.”

“I just want to know where we’re going.”

“You’re going to see right now. So be patient.”

“We’re at the airport?” Her voice actually quivers. “Why are we at the airport?”

“Why do people usually go to an airport?”

“You’re taking me somewhere?”

“I thought that was understood?”

“But… but you never said anything about getting on a plane for this.”

I just smile.

“Nolan?”

“Ivy.” I turn onto the access road and follow it around to the helipad. “Relax. We’re going to Martha’s Vineyard. I’m taking you on my helicopter.”

“You have a helicopter? Here? How the hell do you have that here when you live two thousand miles away?”

My phone buzzes in my pants and I reach in and check the screen, then tab accept. “Talk to me.”

“I’m here,” Mysterious says. “Where are you?”