Page 92 of The Elusive Billionaire
“The winner of our friendly competition will donate one million dollars to today’s event.”
That smug bastard. I barely have four thousand dollars in the bank, and he likely knows this, but it kicks off a line of questioning I’m sure he was expecting.
“Do you have a million dollars, Savannah?”
“It’s Savvy,” I grumble.
“What’s mine is hers, so yes, she does. Oh, would you look at that? Point for me.”
Quinn pushes through the crowd, producing an A-frame whiteboard with Grey’s name in black and mine in red. She draws a single line under his name.
I knew she wasn’t on my side.
“What did you do? Text her?”
“I’m always prepared, sweetheart.” He leans in and wraps me in a hug. To our audience, it’s a loving embrace, but then he whispers in my ear, and I know I’m going to regret this entire day. “How about a…private wager?” I don’t respond, so he continues. “If I win, you’ll get on your knees for me like the sexy little submissive I know you to be.”
“And when I win?” Did I just growl?
“If you win?—”
“WhenI win, you’ll do whatever I say.”
“In the bedroom,” he’s quick to add.
“Deal.”
“Jesus Christ. You two are trouble.” His new friend Roman grins.
Ugh, did he just hear that entire conversation?
He winks, and my face goes up in flames. Guess that answers my question.
“N—next,” I say to the crowd. A twenty-something with long, greasy hair and the worst excuse for golf attire I’ve ever seen steps forward.
Roman glares at him but nods for him to continue. When did Roman become master of ceremonies?
The kid hands Grey a twenty-dollar bill. Grey makes change and hands him a root beer.
“How old were you when you first met Riley DeVane?” the kid asks, and my world tilts in a barrage of colors I’m unprepared for.
“She was underage, and therefore unable to speak to anything that may be considered a crime or is currently sealed in court documents.” Grey turns to me with a predatory smile. “Point for me.”
Motherfucker. He’s got me two to zilch.
“You.” Roman points to a woman with pink hair.
“How did you two get together?” she asks, shoving a credit card into Grey’s hand.
“That’s an easy one,” I say, giving myself time to come up with something because saying we stripped each other naked after a knock-down, drag-out fight is probably not the story we want to spread. “From the moment Grey stepped into Happiness, he hasn’t been able to keep his hands off me.” I flash the man in question my most dazzling smile. “Shocking, right? Greyson isn’t known to be overly demonstrative, but he saw me and wasn’t backing down until he got me. Of course, I hated him at first. He’s arrogant and pushy.”
He flinches, and guilt sinks it’s claws back into my throat.
“But he’s also kind and…loyal. It just took peeling back a few layers to see that at first.”
The side of my face burns with the heat of his stare. When our eyes connect, the inferno of us licks like blue flames in his irises.
“All true,” he says. “Point for Savvy.”
