Now I'm curious, okay. What age was he? My lips began to purse into a smile. A. "And you?"
His cheeks flushed a shade of red, and he scratched the back of his neck. "Twenty-three."
He was maybe the world's youngest billionaire. But even if he had a trillion bucks, I wouldn't give a damn because these powerful, wealthy men who believed they could buy women as easy as they bought real estate were testing the limits of my patience.
Dane was more traditional, yet he continued to use money to court me. I am unimpressed. So you can hardly see over the steering wheel, then, is that right?"
His square jaw tensed as his eyes focused narrowly on me. His lips started to grin slowly. a "smart ass."
I gave a little smile of mine own and started to move on.
He tried to follow the beat of the song, skirting an arm around my waist and pulling me back toward him. "So tell me,"
"What?"
