Billionaire Mountain Man

“And you didn’t sleep with her?”

“No, I slept with Jess.” Why wasn’t he catching on? Maybe he’d been the wrong person to talk about this with.

“What happened on the date?” Brandon asked.

I sighed. “She was only into the fact that I have money. And she flirted with every other guy we came in contact with.”

“Did she want to sleep with you?” he asked.

I recalled her attempt to feel me up in the car. “I’m pretty sure she did.”

“And she was attractive?”

“Yeah,” I said, unsure of where he was going with this line of questioning.

“So, instead, you denied an easy lay and went home and slept with your nanny?”

“That’s not how it went,” I said, cutting a glance toward Gina. She was far enough away from me not to hear the conversation. But that didn’t stop me from lowering my voice.

“Then how did it go?” Brandon asked.

“Like I was saying, we shared a bottle of wine. We got to talking. She’s sweet and funny. And incredibly sexy. And it just happened.”

Brandon didn’t say anything at first.

I rolled my shoulders, feeling the tension in my muscles. “What?”

“That sounds like a bad choice on your part.”

His reaction surprised me. “What are you talking about? You’re always trying to fix me up.”

“Not with your employees.”

“She’s not—I mean, technically she works for me, but it’s not like I’m sleeping with one of my real employees.”

“Do you pay her every week?”

I had nothing to say to that.

“She’s your employee,” he said with finality. “And mixing your lives together is only going to make things complicated.”

“That’s what she said last night after we…you know,” I told him.

“She’s smart, then,” he said. “You? Not so much.”

I knew he was kidding, but my good mood was shattered completely at that moment. Now I worried that Jess would leave us because of what we’d done. Granted, the both of us were to blame, but I had been the one to initiate it.

“It won’t happen again,” I said, shoving my hands into my pockets.

Brandon clapped a hand on my back. “We all make mistakes. At the very least, she got you on a date. Now, Amelia has this friend—”

“No,” I said. “I’m not going on any more dates.” I saw how my first one ended and I didn’t want to be tempted with a repeat.

“Don’t quit after one bad date,” Brandon said. “You know how many chicks I went out with before I met Amelia?”

“We were young then,” I said.

“Don’t age us, man. We’re still in our prime.”