Page 5 of Sharing Shadow Secrets
“What?” I whisper.
“We’re being very flirty before lunch,” he says, looking down, almost like he’s nervous now.
“You just called me an asshole.” I playfully swat his arm. “Is that how you flirt?”
“Me flirting is telling you that I don’t mind it because I like being bossed around.” He bites his lip.
Oh my God!I giggle nervously. Well, now I’m sweating from more than this July heat.
“So, did you come over here to get water or to talk to me?” I ask in my sexy voice.
“I wanted water and am enjoying the company.”
Now, we’re both smirking at each other.
“Are you another Bitcoin billionaire?” I ask, breaking this heated moment.
“My dad is.”
“Is he single?”
There you go ruining it again.Coming across like a fucking gold digger.
Brandon’s amused though, softly chuckling. “He’s always looking for his next wife.”
“Is that how you roll?”
“He and I have nothing in common,” he says tightly, his shoulders stiffening.
“Sore subject, got it.”
He shrugs, and I need to focus on today’s priority: winning Nicholas’s business. Not bantering with this random hot guy.
“Taylor, right?” a woman’s voice distracts me from this moment, and I turn to see the red-headed server from High Five.
“Yeah. Claire?” I think that’s her name. I hope it is.
“Yeah.” She curiously looks over at Brandon.
“Brandon. Brandon Dubois.”
Dubois.Is his dad Kent Dubois? Holy shit. Heisa billionaire’s son. Kent Dubois is always in the news. Naming buildings after himself. Donating art. From what I’ve read, he basically invented the concept of hedge funds.
Claire sways, then says, “Nice to meet you,” and turns away.
Brandon raises his eyebrows, and I agree. “Everything about today is weird. Also, so douchey of you to say your last name.” I swat his arm. “Sorry, this is how I flirt.”
“I like it … and it's a habit. Saying my full name.”
We’re smiling at each other, and I’m very intrigued. I want to know more about Brandon Dubois.
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“What’s your last name?” I ask Taylor. She’s stunning. Curves for days. Wavy brown hair, bright blue eyes, maybe eight inches shorter than me.
At least she isn’t a tall brunette.Types. Why do they have such a chokehold on me? She’s feisty. That’s fun. I’ve never been into reserved girls. Maybe my life would be simpler if I were, but girls like Taylor? The ‘I don’t give a shit’ attitude? I love it.
“Williams,” she says, the corners of her mouth lifting.
