“No, I’m good.”
Jason retreated into the kitchen.
“Was it something I said?” Miranda whispered. “I’m just trying to get to know him better.”
I pressed my lips to her forehead. “You’re fine. He’s not used to women asking intelligent and thoughtful questions. Thank you, by the way.”
“No thanks needed. If we’re together, I should try to get along with him.”
“I’m one lucky man.” I rubbed my nose against hers.
“Eww.” Jason coughed, rejoining us. “So is it my turn to play twenty questions with you?” He eyed Miranda, guzzling his beer.
“Absolutely, have at it. I have nothing to hide.” Damn, I loved this woman.
“This should be fun.” He put the beer on the coffee table and rubbed his hands together with a stupid grin on his face. “First, are you with Will just for his billions?”
The asshole, that was his first question? Irritation started to build inside me, but Miranda was perfectly relaxed.
“First off, Will doesn’t have billions.”
Jason shrugged, as if to saywhatever. He knew the billions were in SJI and my own personal wealth was less.
“Secondly, I knew Will was special when I first saw him in the club, and I didn’t know who he was then.”
“Okay, okay… that was a practice question. How many guys have you slept with?”
“Hey, that’s none of your damn business! What kind of question is that?” I leaned forward, and Miranda put her hand on my knee to calm me.
“Three,” she replied, unaffected by Jason’s stupid-ass question. “What else do you want to know? As I said, I have nothing to hide. But I’ll warn you, I get to ask more about you. So choose your questions wisely if you want me to go easy on you.” She sipped her wine with a challenging glint in her baby blues.
Her statement gave Jason pause. It appeared he was contemplating what she said. “Are you into open relationships… threesomes?”
“All right! That’s enough, asshole!” I jumped off the sofa, pulling Miranda up with me. “I’m taking my girlfriend to bed.”
Jason snorted.
“Sunrise… I’ll see you at sunrise. Good night.”
“Good night, Jason.” Miranda waved as I led her to the bedroom.
“Night, doll.”
The gall of that man. Even if he was trying to get a rise out of me, that was just plain rude. And perverted.