Page 35 of Billionaire’s Game

I raised an eyebrow and he laughed. “Fine. Maybe I’ll learn. If I have a great teacher. Are you offering to be my teacher?”

His words were innocent but his tone was flirtatious.

“Maybe. If you’re lucky...” I surprised myself by saying.

“God, I hope I’m lucky.”

The limo finally stopped in front of his circular driveway and Magnus helped me out. I enjoyed flirting with Magnus. More than just flirting, I enjoyed being around him. There was something about him that made me feel comfortable. He was great company, funny, personable, and had a knack for making you feel like everything you said actually mattered. So even though he and I were from different worlds, it didn’t seem to matter to him. He just saw me as Lesli and that was enough for him. And that’s what appealed to me so much. For someone who was a billionaire, he didn’t flaunt it. He was humble. And I liked that quality most about him. He didn’t treat me like a freak because I was smart. He didn’t treat me like a cheap date because I wasn’t rich. He treated me like an equal.

“Come on. Give me the grand tour of your house.”

Thirty minutes later, he’d shown me the entire house and it was breathtaking. It had only five bedrooms and each bedroom had its own bathroom. Each room had a gorgeous view of the outside given the wall to ceiling windows. The house also had an indoor pool, a library, a fitness center that rivaled any fancy gym I’d ever seen and a kitchen that was restaurant quality. And to my surprise, he had a basketball hoop in the back.

“For when I have a hard day at work and want to pretend to be LeBron James or Michael Jordan,” he explained, making me laugh.

“Well, I’m officially speechless. I’ve visited Oliver’s house, and it’s stunning, but this is by far the coolest house I’ve ever been in.”

“Thanks. It was my father’s. He gave it to me and bought another one not too far from here.”

“I can’t imagine my mom leaving me anything like this. Moms of regular people leave them things like Tupperware or debt.”

He laughed. “Trust me, rich people leave their kids debt too. It’s just not talked about.”

“I have a funny feeling you won’t have that problem.”

He shook his head. “Not quite. Want a drink?” he asked, turning away from me and leading me into the kitchen.

“I’m surprised you don’t have a butler.”

“No butler. I have a housekeeping staff and a grounds staff, but I don’t really have a need for a butler. I don’t have enough visitors to warrant one.”

“No wild parties with rich and famous friends?”

“I’m a loner, believe it or not. And rich and famous people make me nervous and uncomfortable.”

“What? Why?” I was surprised by this revelation. I sat down on a bar stool next to his giant concrete kitchen island and placed my chin in my hands. “This is going to be interesting, I’m sure.”

He gave me a boyish smile as he reached for something to drink out of his fridge. “What would you like to drink? I don’t drink alcohol so I’m afraid your choices are juice, a smoothie, or a flavored water.”

I expressed an interest in one of the flavored waters and he handed it to me.

“Let me get this right… You don’t drink, eat meat, smoke?”

He shook his head and joined me at the island, sitting on a stool next to me.

“You have to have one vice.”

“I try to keep my vices to a minimum,” he said before taking a drink.

“Tell me you eat sugar at least.”

He grimaced. “I actually hate overtly sweet things. Foods, desserts—”

“Women?” I chided.

He was amused and said, “If I was into sweet women, I wouldn’t be pursuing you.”

My skin flushed at his words. So he was pursuing me still. Interesting. “I can be sweet when I want to be.”