Page 44 of The Billionaire's Secret
"You sound sure," I huff.
She shoots me a glance. "You don’t sound convinced."
I raise my shoulders.
She holds up her Kindle. "Trust me, I have firsthand knowledge of how to play a man and reel him in."
"Huh?"
"Romance novels, baby.’
"Oh." I blink. "You…you’re joking right?"
Her eyes gleam. "Haven’t you readFifty Shades of Grey?"
I shake my head.
Her mouth drops open. "No way."
I walk over, sink into the overstuffed armchair next to her.
"You could have fooled me." She studies me from toe to head.
"What?"
She waves her hand in the air, "You’re so graceful... You practically ooze sex appeal."
"I do not." I fold my arms around my waist.
"Sure do. In fact," she scowls, "every movement of yours seems to be choreographed. Even wearing this outfit."
I glance down at my simple knee length sweaterdress; I'd bought it at a charity shop to keep me warm in the London weather.
"You’re so well put together." She says.
I bite my lips. "My ma loved black and white movies from old Hollywood. I watched them all with her. I loved the old-world glamour, how beautiful and powerful the heroines seemed. I guess I internalized their mannerisms—how they walked, talked…flirted," I lower my gaze, "seduced."
"Ah, now that makes sense."
"It does?"
"You have an old-world allure about you." She places her Kindle on the settee next to her. "An air that suggests you are a challenge."
"Does it now?"
"Bet that’s why Saint can’t help but be intrigued."
"Enough to keep me waiting, huh?"
"He likes to play games… All the Seven do."
"And you know them well?"
"I’ve only met them a couple of times, thanks to Summer, but they are all men at the top of their game, and you’ve set your sights on the most intriguing of them."
I bite my lips. "Saint confuses me."
"How?"
