Page 9 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

“Okay,” I say, setting my glass down. “Here’s something. I’m not afraid to try new things, even if they may not be socially acceptable.”

Her eyes widen as she takes in my words, and I can see the curiosity and excitement building in her. “And what kind of things are we talking about?”

My lips curl up in a smirk. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”

I expect her to take the bait, but she just nods and moves along. “And have these things ever gotten you in jail?”

I bark out a laugh. “Nope. And don’t worry, they’re not illegal. I do like to push the envelope, though.”

She doesn’t look surprised. “Of course you do. You’re Jack Leadsom.”

“And what does that mean?”

“It means you’re a bit of a rebel,” she replies, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Someone who doesn’t always follow the rules. Like you said, you push the envelope. It’s how you got to where you are today.”

“For sure.” I lean in closer, our faces inches apart. “But I’m a lot for some people. So is that a problem for you?”

Leah shakes her head, her breath hot on my skin. “No, not at all.”

Her perfume tickles my nose, and I want nothing more than to press my lips to hers. I’m tempted to, but suddenly the waiter walks through the doorway with our plates.

In an instant, the moment is over.

I lean back in my chair and adjust my posture, playing it cool as a cucumber as the waiter puts the plates in front of us.

But my mind is already racing, imagining what it would be like to kiss her. I try to focus on the food in front of me, but my appetite has disappeared.

This isn’t good. I know better than to mix work with pleasure, but Leah is just too damn tantalizing.

“Tell me more about you.” She bats her eyelashes at me as she takes a bite of the ravioli.

“There’s not much else to tell.” I study her. “I live for my work, but I think you can relate.”

She smiles at her lap. “Yes, I definitely can. It’s like there’s this fire inside of me that just never goes out. I love what I do more than anything else in the world.”

“I know that feeling.” I take a sip of my wine, feeling the alcohol start to warm my insides. “But there has to be more to life than work, right? What do you do for fun?”

Her grin is mischievous. “You want to know what I do for fun?”

“Of course.”

She sits there for a moment, like she has to really think about it. “I’m kind of a stick in the mud. My friend Taylor — my only friend, really — she’s so outgoing. She’s always going to different clubs, meeting new people.”

“I don’t want to hear about Taylor. I want to hear about you.” I give her a pointed look.

Again, she looks like she doesn’t quite know what to say. Maybe she’s not used to talking about herself.

“You don’t go with her?” I prompt.

“Not usually, no. I like being at home.” She shrugs.

It doesn’t make sense to me. A woman this beautiful and captivating shouldn’t be stuck at home on the couch.

“Let’s imagine that you have a week off.” I point at the ceiling. “No work, no responsibilities. Nothing. What would you do?”

Her eyes light up at the question, and I can see her mind working as she contemplates the possibilities. “Hmm, a week off. I think I’d like to go somewhere I’ve never been before. Maybe a tropical island or a big city like Paris. And I’d want to stay in a fancy hotel with a rooftop pool and room service.”

“That sounds like a great plan.” I chuckle. “But what about adventure? Don’t you want to explore and try new things?”

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