“Correct.”I nod because my net worth moves around as I trade and invest.“So, going back to your first comment, is it nice?Yes.But would you swap your daughter for a billion dollars?”
“Never!”
“Then don’t worry about it.”
“Don’t you want a family?Children?”Gemma asks.
“No.”I start to walk away, and she scurries after me.
“Not at all?”
“That’s whatnomeans.”
“What about love?”
Jesus Christ.
“How many women in this room do you think are in love with the men they’re accompanying tonight?”I stop, and Gemma almost bumps into me, then we simultaneously glance around us.
Couture gowns, watches worth more than luxury vehicles, and jewels of every hue glisten under the enormous chandeliers as thousand-dollar bottles of champagne flow.
I know I’m being cynical, but I also know I’m not wrong.
“A few.Some.I don’t know,” Gemma splutters.“Fine, a partnership doesn’t have to be about love.It can be...mutual respect and—”
“Is that what you had with Anthony?”I lower my brows.
“I’m not talking about me.I’m asking what you want?”
Why?
Why does she want to know what I want?
“Sex,” I reply bluntly, my eyes landing on her ruby red lips.
Gemma rubs them together, her tongue sweeping out and leaving a glistening hue when she’s done.
My cock turns to granite.
This is not good.
I should have driven past her apartment building and told her to enjoy the dress another time.
Gemma keeps hold of my stare while taking a big sip of champagne.I’m sure it’s her second glass, and that explains why she’s suddenly becoming so bold with me.
I like it.
I like it a whole damn lot.
“Sex.That’s all?”
Yes, and if you wanted to see what it feels like, I’d be happy to oblige.
Still, her question and newfound confidence have me leaning closer, my lips quirked as I whisper.“I’ve never been askedis that allwhen I’m done with a lover.”
She draws in a sharp breath, her breasts heaving.
Jesus fuck, if we were alone, I’d shove that red fabric up over her ass and find a surface sturdy enough to slam my cock right inside her.