Page 12 of Billionaire Hunt

I drew my brows close together, in deep thought, and then I remembered! “Oh my god! I’m an idiot. Hell yeah, I want your money.”

He laughed, I guess not expecting that response.

I had been so focused on Lacey’s news that I’d forgotten I was supposed to talk to Erik after dinner. What a disaster. I was a disaster.

“I mean I would love to discuss with you what your plans are for your house. I’m sure we can come up with something pretty great between the two of us.”

The second those words left my mouth I wanted to just jump in my car and leave. I couldn’t believe I had just said that. “Come up with something pretty great between the two of us?” What the hell? Was I coming on to him? I mean, I loved sex and was going through a sexual drought, but surely I wasn’t so needy that I was subconsciously interjecting innuendos in my speech.

“I think that’s a great idea,” he said without any hesitation. I guess he didn’t think I was propositioning him. Good. Because I wasn’t. Maybe. My subconscious really couldn’t be trusted.

“How about I give you a call tomorrow when we’re both more awake? I’m kind of exhausted and I’m afraid my thoughts aren’t coming out very clearly.”

“I understand the feeling. Tonight was kind of a lot. I mean, Lacey’s announcement sent me whirling,” he said unexpectedly. “She’s going to be a mom. I understand her excitement.”

“Really? Are you a parent yourself?”

He shook his head. “No. But maybe one day…” His voice held a wistfulness as he said that.

I didn’t know how to respond to his comment, so I smoothly changed the subject to a topic I was more comfortable discussing: business. “Here, let me give you my number.”

“No need. Oliver already did,” he said. His face was illuminated by the full moon and I tried not to stare at his lips. I think I failed as I watched his full lips pull back into a knowing smile. I forced myself to meet his eyes as he said, “I’ll call you soon, Misha. And Oliver was right, I would have regretted not seeing you tonight.”

With those cryptic words, he wished me goodnight and strolled to his car. It was a low sports car. The type of car I had always wanted to drive. And he owned one. Lucky bastard.

“Oliver, you sneaky matchmaker, what have you done?” I said to myself, as I made my way to my practical sedan. I secretly believed that Oliver had been trying to pair Lacey with Jude from the very start and now I felt he might also be meddling in my love affairs. I sighed. What was I going to do about that sneaky, little old man?