Page 19 of Dating the Billionaire
“It’s up to the members to share that information with each other,” she continued, “if they want. Why didn’t you want to give him your phone number?”
Despite the fear and tension gripping her, Blair shrugged. “Why would I?”
“Didn’t you have a good time?” Miranda asked.
Her body was limp and felt nearly boneless from the all the pleasure he’d given her. But Blair was not about to admit that to her matchmaking friend. She just shrugged again. “It was fine.”
“If something went wrong, if he did something to turn you off, I need to know so that I can either terminate his membership or—”
“He didn’t do anything wrong,” Blair interrupted.
And he certainly hadn’t turned her off; just thinking about him had her pulse quickening with excitement. That was the problem, though. He’d affected her too much and much too quickly, which had unsettled her.
“I was the one who did something wrong.”
“I’ll say you did,” Miranda wholeheartedly agreed. “You lied to him about your name.”
“I didn’t lie,” she insisted—weakly.
“And he was very specific that he didn’t want to waste his time with someone who plays games,” Miranda warned her.
“I know.” And because she hadn’t been entirely honest with him, she doubted he would want a relationship with her. But hell, she didn’t want one with him, either. Or with anyone.
That was why she hadn’t given him her contact information. Because all she’d wanted was that one night, that one date.
She couldn’t risk any more than that.
“The mistake I made was letting you talk me into joining your service,” Blair explained. “I don’t have time to date anyone.”
And especially not someone like Matteo Rinaldi, someone who could prove a bigger distraction than she could handle right now.
Or ever...
Miranda uttered her disappointment in a heavy sigh. “I really thought the two of you would make a great match. That he might be your soul mate.”
“You sound like your mother right now,” Blair said.
Miranda’s head snapped back like she’d been struck. “Take that back,” she said.
“Listen to yourself,” Blair advised. “You’re talking about soul mates and great matches.”
Miranda shrugged. “Just because I think two people belong together doesn’t mean that I believe in marriage or any of that garbage.”
Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but Blair was struggling to follow her friend’s reasoning. “But why would you think Matteo and I would be a good match? He and I have nothing in common. He’s an Italian billionaire and I’m an American pilot. Our paths would have never crossed if not for your service.”
“Exactly,” Miranda said. “That’s why the service is so necessary. So many people just settle with someone they meet in their own circle of acquaintances and they miss out on meeting the person with whom they truly belong.”
“Hear that? You really do sound just like your mother now,” Blair warned her.
“Shut your mouth!” Miranda exclaimed. “I’m not saying that your only purpose in life is to find a mate and spend your life trying to make him happy.”
Both of their mothers had done that. At least Miranda’s mother had known when to give up and meet someone else to try to find happiness again, though. Blair’s mom had wasted most of her adult life trying to make a man happy who had probably been incapable of the feeling. When he’d died of a heart attack a few years ago, she and her brother had been surprised that he’d even had one.
“What are you saying?” Blair asked her friend—because she seriously wasn’t following her. Neither of them had ever had to have a boyfriend or significant other. They’d been happy to be single. Or so Blair had thought.
“All I’m saying is that you deserve to have someone who wants to make you happy,” Miranda murmured, almost wistfully.
“You do, too,” Blair assured her friend.
