Page 38 of Fake It For Glory

I walked over to him and handed him his plate. “Here you go, honey. I got us some of the mini lobster rolls, truffle fries, and some of those fancy meatballs.”

Jensen’s eyes widened in appreciation as he looked at the plate. “Wow, you know how to pick out the good stuff.”

“Why don’t we go sit down?” I suggested. There was no way he would get a moment’s peace if he stayed in the thick of things. I didn’t wait for him to answer. Taking his hand, I quietly led him away, finding a table near the back of the room.

“Thanks,” he said. “I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”

“I didn’t want you to get shitfaced,” I joked.

He chuckled and sipped his champagne. “I haven’t heard that in a while. But I’ve developed a bit of a tolerance for this stuff. I’ve learned the art of sipping while making it look like I’m putting it away.”

I giggled and sipped my own drink. “Well, aren’t you fancy?”

He shrugged and shot me a smile. “You’re looking pretty fancy yourself tonight.”

The conversation flowed between us as we enjoyed the delicious food and drinks. It was nice to have a brief break from the chaos of the party.

“You’re doing well,” I told him quietly.

“What?”

“I know this isn’t your comfort zone, but you’re doing very well. People are really interested in everything you have to say.”

“People are interested in my money,” he corrected. “When I wanted money to get my tech off the ground, most of these people laughed in my face. Now that I can buy and sell them ten times over, they want to work with me. The only reason I don’t tell them to kiss my ass is because I need their connections to make this thing work. They want me for my money and I need them for the connections they can give me. It’s a mutually beneficial relationship.”