Page 11 of The Billionaire's Rival (Bad Boy Billionaires)

“That bad, huh?”

“Yeah, the kids there were vicious.”

“That sucks.”

“I bet you were popular in high school.”

Jay frowned. “Not really. I did too well in class, and I didn’t play football.”

I gave him an appreciative look. “I bet you could have.”

He winked at me. “Thanks.”

“Quit flirting. It’s not going to help you win the case.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. High school was okay, but I was glad to be done and move on.”

We kept talking like this was a date, not an attempt to bribe the opposition in a court case. When we’d finished our second beers, Jay ordered us a bottle of whiskey. I didn’t even try to protest.

After we’d started to make a dent in the bottle and I was starting to get concerned that the bar had begun to rotate like a carousel, Jay said, “Do you want to add some food to all this alcohol?”

I tilted my head to the side as I considered his question. The way the room tilted with me made me realize I was well on my way to drunk. “What did you have in mind?”

“They have amazing cheesecake here.”

“Cheesecake, huh?”

“It’s my favorite dessert.”

“Get us a piece.”

“To share?”

“Sure.” I knew as I responded that it was a bad idea, but Jay was already moving toward the bar, swaying a bit like he was nearly as drunk as I was.

When he returned with cheesecake covered in strawberry topping, I grabbed a fork from him and dug in like I hadn’t eaten all day.

“Looks like you love cheesecake too.”

“So good,” I said, not bothering to swallow first. My grandmother would faint at my deplorable manners.

“You’re cute when you relax like that.”

“Told you not to flirt.”

He scooped up a bite of cheesecake and lifted his fork to my mouth. I stared at it for a moment and then gave in, opening my mouth and dramatically taking the bite from the fork, flicking my tongue across the tines as I pulled the cake into my mouth.

Jay’s eyes were wide as they focused on my mouth.

I forked up a bite and offered it to him, but he took the fork from my hand to eat.

“A little much for you?” I asked.

Jay sputtered. “I…that was…let’s just eat.”

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