Page 6 of Saved by my Baby Daddy Spy
He chuckles and nods. “What gave me away?” He asks as he adjusts his collar.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the lies or the annoying smirk on your face,” I roll my eyes.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he laughs and I just want to strangle him.
“So, are you actually a billionaire?” I inquire curiously.
“I might be. I don’t think that is the most interesting thing about me, though. Just recently, I was called a coward. That might be an interesting character trait to explore.”
Despite the irritation I feel, I can’t help but smile slightly. “How do you know my sister?” I ask.
“Who?”
“Audrey, she’s my sister.”
“So, this is the sister you’re jealous of?”
My cheeks burn. “Maybe a little bit.”
“I can see why. For what it’s worth, your sister is great, but I think your life is far more interesting.”
“Oh really, and how do you know this?”
A wide grin crawls on his face. “Lets just say I have a thing for seeing through masks.”
“Wish I could see through yours, maybe I would have avoided that night.”
“I am also an expert at keeping my mask on,” he laughs. “Why don’t we re-introduce ourselves,” he adds.
After staring at him for a moment, I hold out my hand. “I’m Hannah. Sister of the bride.”
He grins and wraps his hand around mine, shaking it once. “Holden. Cousin of the groom.”
“To answer your other question, no. I’m not normally this snarky. There’s something about you that just seems to pull it out of me. Hell, I’ve been told that I’m too quiet.”
“I have a hard time believing that,” he says, and I don’t miss the innuendo he’s hiding in there.
If it’s possible, I’m sure that my cheeks have turned an even darker shade of pink. “Funny. Why don’t we just never mention that again?”
Holden winks, that wolfish smile back on his face, making me melt. “It’ll be our little secret. Now, what do you say I get you a drink and we talk shit about the pompous assholes in the room? Maybe you could tell me more about yourself.”
“The drink sounds nice, but I think I would rather hear more about you.”
He gets up and grins. “There’s not much to tell about me. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I watch him move through the crowd, noticing the way the other women stop to look at him. He doesn’t seem to pay any attention to them.
When he reaches the bar and turns back to look at me while the drinks are made, my heart skips a beat.
It’s been a long time since I felt butterflies in my stomach, but they’re there now.
He’s hiding something though. Even the night we met, he didn’t want to talk about himself. Not that I was asking too much — my mind was on other things — but he still managed to avoid the few questions I did have, which were harmless questions
There’s a tiny part of me that is excited by the mystery that surrounds him. He is an enigma that I can’t quite figure out. Normally, I’m good at reading people. I spend time studying behavior to craft believable characters in my books, but he is unreadable.
It’s not just the mystery that intrigues me, though.
There is a subtle eccentric quality about Holden that sets him apart from the pervious men I’ve encountered.
