Page 37 of Billionaire’s Game

“Can you blame me?” he said with a carefree shrug.

I knew if I let this flirtation between us continue that I would end up in his bed in ten seconds flat, so I tried to get us back on topic. It wasn’t easy. I was still turned on and could feel that I was growing wet. And I gave a discrete look toward his crotch. He apparently was having the same problem that I was.

“So where were we?” I asked.

“Are we going to pretend that nothing happened?”

I nodded. “I think. Yeah. I just don’t want to complicate things.”

He looked ready to argue and then said, “I wish I could convince you otherwise, but we can leave that for another day.”

“Thanks,” I said shyly. I’d expected him to push the subject or argue with me, but he hadn’t. That sucked, because his understanding tone and gentlemanly behavior was such a turn on. And the last thing I needed right then was to be turned on any more than I already was.

“So back to your question…”

“What question?” I asked blankly, still waiting for my body to return back to normal. I was suddenly insanely aware of Magnus.

“About my poor days as you called them.”

“Oh yeah, I’m curious.”

He nodded. “I wasn’t always insanely rich. I grew up wealthy, but my parents were just upper class. They definitely weren’t billionaires. When I was around nineteen, we were struggling to get by, and the other rich kids definitely let me know it.”

“I’m sorry. What happened?” I was very curious now.

He shook his head. “That’s for another night.”

“Oh, are you baiting me now?”

He smiled slightly. “Maybe. If I tell you everything, then I’ll lose the mystery factor and women love the mystery factor.”

“Not me. I like to know exactly what I’m getting into.”

“That’s boring. Life should be about surprises.”

“I prefer stability to surprises.”

“One doesn’t negate the other.”

“You’re probably right, but it does for me.”

He didn’t respond, he just took another drink out of the fridge, handed one to me and said, “Care to join me in the living room?”

“I’m surprised you don’t have a theatre room. All the entertainers and rich people on TV have them.”

“Maybe that’s why I’m not on TV,” He laughed as he led me to the living room, his hand lingering on the small of my back for a few blissful seconds. The heat from his hand stirred something in me and I was glad when he removed it seconds later. I shook my head and thought for what felt like the hundredth time.

“I don’t watch movies or television much, so I never saw the need for a whole room dedicated to something I don’t even do.”

“Not even sports?”

“Not a fan of sports.”

I plopped down on the couch. “So what are you a fan of?”

And then I noticed it. I’m not sure how it escaped my attention before. “Is that a theater style popcorn machine?”

He nodded.