Page 37 of A Million Times, Yes
I slowly shook my head. “Second.”
“For three goddamn hours?”
I chuckled, immediately regretting it. I picked up the ice and held it to my face. “Don’t make me laugh.”
“It wasn’t a funny statement. It was a serious one.” His blue eyes backed up what he’d just said. “That’s a long time, my man.”
“I couldn’t help it. I can’t stop thinking about her.” I rocked in my chair, my feet anxiously tapping on the floor. “I told myself once I tasted her, it would be enough. I’d be done. I’d move on.”
“And?”
“She left my hotel room this morning, and she’s owned my mind ever since. Gavin ...” I set the ice down. “This hasn’t ever happened before.”
His brows rose. “Hold on a second. Yourhotel room?”
My hand pounded on top of my desk. “Yeah. There’s ... a problem.”
“With your condo?”
“With Maya.” I flattened my fingers and rubbed my palm over the wood.There’s me and the life I’ve built that I love so much and I’m so grateful for, and then there’s them. I hope you’re not one of them, Jordan.“She’s not into rich people. In fact, she hates them because it sounds like they took away her home when she was a kid, making her homeless.”
“What does she do for a living?”
“She’s an RN.”
He crossed his legs. “That’s a hell of a job.”
“Which affords her an apartment in South Boston with three other roommates, and they all share one bathroom.”
He laughed, but instead of eventually dying out, the sound got louder.
“You’re killing me,” I admitted.
“No,you’rekillingme. You’re a fucking billionaire. We own half the city of Boston and we’re buying more every day. Does she know that?”
“No.”
He froze as though I’d sprayed him with liquid nitrogen. “She has no idea who you are?”
I let out a long breath. “No.”
“Let me guess: You took her to a hotel so she wouldn’t see the penthouse you’ve got a solid twenty million invested in. Or the Porsche collection in the garage. Or the Stanley Cup rings you’ve got displayed in your man cave. Or the million you’ve got in watches alone.”
I rubbed my lips together, grabbing both sides of my jaws. “Something like that.”
“You’re fucked.”
My head dropped, and if my mouth didn’t hurt so badly, I would have ground my teeth. “Don’t say that.”
“You’ve got to tell her.”
“Now?” I looked back up at him.
“You don’t want things to get to a point where feelings are involved and suddenly you throw this on her.” As he stared at me, his eyesnarrowed before his head fell back and he groaned, “You already have feelings for her. Shit.”
“I don’t know what the fuck I have.”
“You’re thinking about her nonstop?”
