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Holy hell.
I was actually going to get away with trying to steal from him.
My feelings ricocheted between relief and disappointment for not capturing the pendant.
Yet.
“All I smell is bullshit.” He claimed the seat across from Black, dropping his elbows to his knees and lacing his fingers together with a frown. “Sit.”
Sit. Go.
It wasn’t lost on me that every command he’d given me could be mistaken for a dog’s.
“Why?”
“Because I’m about to wipe the floor with you. Your journey will be shorter from the settee.”
I studied him, half-scandalized, half-frightened. “You really think you’re smarter than the rest of the world, don’t you?”
“The theory is backed by facts.” He meant it.
Poor whomever-he-decided-to-marry. I hoped for her sake his dick was as big as his ego.
“I think?—”
“Youbelieve,” he amended. “Most people lack the capacity to truly conjure real, original thoughts. Even dissertations are recycled theories of greater minds. I couldn’t care less what you believe. Now sit down, or I call security.”
I blinked. “Are you forcing me toplaywith you?”
“Yes.”
“Let me guess—you weren’t the most popular kid in the playground.”
“Never been to a playground.” He pushed his sleeves up, lifting the mulberry lid covering the white stones. “Though my parents did rent out Disneyland for a weekend for my fifth birthday. Flew my entire grade there. Didn’t hear any complaints.Sit.”
I did so obediently, figuring the game would be a welcome distraction while I calculated my next move. “Ah, rich people. They’re just like us.”
He didn’t even ask who I was.
For my name.
The sheer intrigue and outrage of the prospect of being outsmarted at a dated mind game made him throw all caution to the wind.
Zachary Sun wasn’t used to losing.
What a terrible existence.
If you couldn’t mourn your losses, how could you celebrate your wins?
I eyed his relaxed shoulders. “Don’t you have a party to go back to?”He hadn’t once glanced at the door.
Zach ignored me, collecting a stone between his index nail and middle fingertip. Without pausing to think, he blocked my attack.
It happened in less than a second. All with flawless stone etiquette.
He reclined against the plush upholstery, propping one leg over the other, finally gifting me a sliver of his attention. His slacks rode up until the hem revealed his sock—black.
Just like his heart.
