Page 140 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol 4
Emery wrote it down in her notepad. "And for you?" She batted her eyelashes.
Tyler didn't seem to notice. Maybe he was gay.
"I'll just have a bagel with cream cheese. And some coffee, please."
"Sure thing. Just wave me down if you need anything else." She grabbed the menus and gave Tyler one last huge smile before she walked away with way too much shake in her hips.
"Who names their kid Emery?" I said. "It's basically like naming them Nail File."
Tyler laughed. "You sound jealous."
"Jealous of what? Some girl who works at a diner who wants in your pants? I don't think so."
He leaned back in the booth and stared at me.
"What are you looking at?" I awkwardly tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
"Let's play 21 questions."
"What's that?"
"You've seriously never played 21 questions?"
I shook my head.
"We each get to ask each other 21 questions and we have to answer honestly no matter what. But we each get one pass."
"I don't know..."
"It's fun. I promise."
I stared at him skeptically. "Fine, you go first."
"Okay. What's your last name?"
"Shaw."
He nodded, as if satisfied by my answer. It seemed like a waste of a question if we only got 21, but it was better than him asking me why I had suddenly decided to become a hitchhiker.
"Thanks," he said to the waitress as she set down our drinks, without taking his eyes off me. "Your turn."
"Well I already know your last name, Tyler Stevens." If I asked him why he left New York, he'd certainly ask me the same thing. I needed to keep it safe too. "What's your favorite color?" Crap, that was just as lame as the question he asked me.
He smiled. "Green. What's your favorite food?"
"Pizza. Isn't it everyone's?"
"Is that your question to me?"
I shook my head. "No." I didn't want to repeat any of his questions.
Emery walked by again, clearly trying to get his attention, but he didn't even look toward her. I watched him pick up his coffee and take a sip, seemingly oblivious to her flirtations. Had he seemed oblivious to mine last night? I had kind of thought he seemed into me. But he had gotten distracted by the TV while we were talking. And it wasn't even because of a game. It was the news.
"Are you gay?"
He immediately spit the coffee back into the cup. "No. Why would you ask that?"
"You seem awfully defensive."
