“No, thanks. I’ve already had two cups. Any more will make me jittery. Or should I sayeven morejittery.”
Miles sat down on the chair across from me and slurped his coffee. “Do you think the Daddy Dom is going to be at the wedding?”
“I thought you were calling him Dungeon King last night?”
“I’m still trying on names. Haven’t found the perfect fit yet. But I’m thinking it should have an alliterative twist.” He sipped from his mug. “So he has to be invited, right?”
Thatquestion had kept me up for hours. “A few months ago, when Mom mentioned there were going to be three hundred and fifty people at the wedding, I asked who the heck they all were because our family isn’t very big, and neither is her husband’s. She said Edmund has a lot of business associates. So I think there’s a very good possibility his boss might be one of them.”
“Have you done a deep dive on him yet?”
“What would make you think that?”
Miles shrugged. “You’ve done it on everyone else you’ve gone out with.”
“But I’m not going out with Jagger.”
Miles grinned. “What did you find out?”
I rolled my eyes and turned my laptop to face him. “He was in the military.”
“Reall-y?” He got up from the chair and sat next to me on the couch. “Did you find any pictures of him in uniform?”
“No, but one of the articles mentioned he was atroubled youth, whatever that means.”
Miles tucked his feet under his ass. “Hotanda bad boy. Me likey. Tell me more.”
“Well, he’s thirty-two, went to state college—not some Ivy League school—and he did his bachelor’s degree in thirty months, rather than taking the full four years.”
“An overachiever, just like you.”
“Overachiever? It took mesix yearsto get my four-year degree.”
“But only because you took a little break. You’re brilliant and gorgeous. He’s brilliant and gorgeous. Sounds like a match made in heaven, if you ask me. You should tell him you graduated high school at sixteen and got a perfect SAT score. That’ll impress a fellow member of MENSA.”
“I’m not a member of MENSA.”
He sipped his coffee. “But you could be.”
I shook my head. “Anyway, he sold his first company at twenty-four for fifty-million dollars while he was still in school, yet he stayed and finished his degree. He’d started late since he was in the military for four years.”
“God, why would anyone do that? Who needs college with fifty mill in the bank?”
It’s funny. I obviously didn’t know the man, yet the fact that he finished what he started seemed to fit. He exuded determination. That thought—and the way he’d looked at me last night when we were outside—made my skin prickle, in a good way.
“I guess he just wanted to finish what he’d started.”
Miles smirked. “Oh, that man canfinish. Trust me.”
I chuckled.
“I’mdyingto know what he’s into. I checked out that app after you told me your story, and it could really be anything. Do you think he’s into BDSM? Or just has somekink or fetish? Or maybe he likes to bewatched.” Miles licked his lips. “I could help him out there.”
I shut my laptop. “Well, I doubt we’ll ever find out, so you’re just going to have to make up fantasies in your head.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that. I felt something between that man and you.”
“I think your imagination is getting the best of you. Again.” I stood. “What do you want for breakfast?”
