Page 5 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire
He gestures at the tall building across the way. “The view from over there is even better.”
I twist around, imagining it. “Oh yeah?”
“Maybe tomorrow night I could show you.”
“Do you work over there?”
His eyebrows go up, then he cocks his head to the left. “Do I?—”
I wait, confused.
He smiles suddenly, then holds out the bottle of champagne. “Drink?”
“Straight from the bottle?”
“What, are we suddenly classy people?”
I laugh out loud. “God, no.”
“That’s what I thought.” He pushes it into my hands.
“I think this stuff costs like, a hundred dollars a bottle,” I whisper.
“Aren’t they handing it out for free in there?”
“Yeah, but?—”
He shrugs. “By the glass or by the bottle, they want us to drink it. Bottoms up.”
He doesn’t have to offer twice. I press my lips to the open neck and take a sip.
It tastes expensive. Tart, dry, bubbly. I don’t know if I’d say it’sgood, but it’snice.
I lick my lips and hand it back. “Cheers.”
He tips it in my direction. “To secrets.”
“To secrets,” I repeat as I watch him take a sip. His throat works, the long, corded muscles jumping as he swallows. It’s hypnotic.
He presses it back into my hands, his fingers brushing mine for a second, giving me a little zing. “So what are your strategies for surviving a party like this?”
“You have to make a game of it.”
His eyebrows lift. “How so?”
“Everyone’s one-upping each other, right? Try to anticipate the lie. Make it outrageous, and then give yourself a point every time someone hits that like a bullseye.”
He chuckles.
It’s low and deep, a rolling wave that feels so, so good when it crashes over me.
“You have experience playing this game?”
“For sure,” I say. “I never belong, so I always have to fake it.”
“Me, too,” he says.
“I find that hard to believe. No offence, but you look like you’re powerful in your own way.”
