A bad boy billionaire with an ego the size of a mainframe computer.
BIG whoop!
“How did you get up here?” I ask him.
“My self-regard beat up the security detail downstairs,” he says. “After that, it was just a quick elevator ride to the second floor.”
I can play that game.
“You could both fit into the elevator?”
I don’t do cocky billionaire players who want to make me their next conquest.
All he … me their next conquest.
All he wants is lunch. Yeah, right.
“You’re going to ask out a woman you haven’t known for even a hot five minutes?”
“Any five-minute stretch of time in your presence automatically qualifies as a hot five minutes.”
Dang.
It’s not like he’s got a jet that could fly us half way around the world for lunch.
Right?
And it’s not like the jet has a bedroom . . . with a mirrored ceiling.
Oh f***!
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