Page 3 of Dr. Billionaire
“The medical field is a good choice,” Mark said with a charming smile. “But then again, I am a bit biased.”
Jenna giggled, then immediately hated herself. Why did this man make her so nervous, and why was she suddenly tempted to bite her lip whenever he said something, like she was sitting across from Christian fucking Grey?
Your inner goddess issoembarrassing.
Thankfully, the first course came (she had to ask what gyoza was) and provided a much-needed distraction. More food arrived just as that course finished, and more after that. It was all delicious, and as they ate their conversation moved from jobs—or lack thereof—to their passions.
Or passion, in Jenna’s case…
Mark listened attentively as she described her deep infatuation with the TV showFriends, and when she paused for a moment he spoke up, sounding excited to have found a shared interest.
“I like that show, too.”
“My sweet summer child.”
“What?” he asked, clearly a little confused.
“Everyonelikesthe show,” Jenna explained. “But I’mobsessedwith it. I even started a Discord group for fans like me. We geek out over each episode, talk about inconsistencies. It’s super nerdy.”
“Wow. So what’s your favorite episode?” Mark asked.
“You don’t want me to get into that. We’d be here all night,” she answered, taking a sip of wine. “Tell me more about you.”
Over the next few minutes, Jenna learned that Mark had lived in San Francisco his whole life, he had two younger brothers, and he currently resided in an upscale part of town not far from the restaurant. He spoke in a calm, measured manner that made Jenna feel at ease, and she found herself wanting time to move slower, so that she could be in his company even longer.
Once the waitress had cleared their plates, Jenna looked up to see him studying her intently.
“I’d like to take you back to my place for dessert,” he said.
Damn, he was smooth.
The invitation wasn’t surprising. She had expected things to move fast, considering the platform she’d found him on.
Despite already feeling surprisingly comfortable around him—not to mention disturbingly aroused by his mere presence—she was a little nervous at the prospect of following a near stranger back to his house.
Yes, she should definitely do the safe, responsible thing. It was settled. She would turn him down, and then maybe after a few more dates she would?—
“I’d like that,” she answered.
Goddammit.
Patience had never been her strong suit.
CHAPTER 2
The elevator doors slid open, and Jenna had her first little surprise—there was no hallway with doors to other suites. There was a coat rack to the right and a mirror and entryway table to the left.
Jenna gawked for far too long at the impressive foyer before she felt Mark’s hand at the small of her back guiding her further inside.
The sun was going down, and the pinkish-orange light flowed into the sprawling great room, kitchen, and dining room through the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the large patio space and the city skyline. To the right, she could see a sleek, modern staircase leading up. Another floor above?
“You live here?” she asked stupidly, not knowing what else to say.
“Most of the year,” he responded casually, taking her coat and purse to the coat rack by the elevator doors.
Of course he had more than one house, Jenna realized. He’s a freaking ga-zillionaire.
“It’s nice,” she said, “Cozy.”
