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She didn’t know him at all.
Neither did Miranda...
“From how bad you look, it must have been an all-night game,” she said.
He hadn’t changed out of his wrinkled dress pants and shirt. And since he’d just landed in London, he hadn’t had time to go back to his house to change yet, either.
“And it doesn’t look like you were all that lucky, either,” Blair remarked with a teasing smile.
He had gotten lucky—with orgasm after orgasm—hers and his. But somehow Miranda thought she won.
Since he’d forgotten his mission about warning her away from his sister, she had gotten the upper hand for a while. But last night had only been the first hand in a long game.
He wasn’t done playing with Miranda Fox.
Not yet.
CHAPTER EIGHT
WHATEVERGAMEHE’Dbeen playing with her must have bored him, because Grant hadn’t called her. Hadn’t texted or emailed.
He hadn’t tried, since that morning a few days ago when he’d dropped her off at her apartment, to see her again. Not that he’d really wanted to see her. He wanted to join Liaisons International so he could see other women. Apparently she hadn’t been enough for him that night.
Maybe no one woman would ever satisfy a man like Grant Snyder—a man who liked the gamble over the safe bet. Not that she was a safe bet...
Miranda was never going to fall in love and settle down. Or settle, which was what her mother had always done. That was why she’d chosen to buy her mother out of the business. She wanted to make sure that people found someone with whom they were truly compatible.
Like Blair and Teo...
That was what she’d tried explaining to some of the irate female members who’d called to complain that they hadn’t been set up on dates with him. “You weren’t compatible.”
“Anybody is compatible with money.”
That was why she’d set up Teo with Blair—because she knew her friend would see the billionaire for more than his money. That if she fell for him, it would be despite his wealth, not because of it.
Miranda wished she could blame the tension gripping her on the business, but she knew why she was so damn tense that she felt she might snap any moment.
Grant.
Because she’d been so edgy the past couple of days, she’d sent Tabitha home early this Friday. She hadn’t wanted to snap at her sister—especially when Tabitha had worked so hard this week with all the calls they’d received.
But despite how busy she’d been, Tabitha had still had time to keep asking her about Grant.
“Is he a good kisser?”
“What does he look like naked?”
“How big is he?”
Miranda had learned young how to lie and get away with it. So she hadn’t truthfully answered her sister. If she had, she would have only needed one word:spectacular.
He’d been spectacular at everything.
Instead she’d told her, “Do you really think that I would sleep with Grant Snyder when all he wants is to join our dating service? He doesn’t want me. He wants other women. Probably rich women...”
Since that was what everybody calling wanted—a wealthy person to date.
Tabitha had believed her—too easily—which made her feel stupid. “Of course,” her sister had said. “He wants a female Teo to support his gambling, no doubt. You were smart to not get involved with him.”
