Page 32 of Billionaire In Vegas

I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my mouth. “I wouldn’t have put it past him. He was a jerk most days.”

“So why’d you date him?”

I shrugged and quickly dialed a housekeeping service, not wanting to continue the conversation about my horrible taste in men. What was I supposed to tell Jude? That I purposefully dated losers to feel better about myself?

After I was done with my phone call Jude ambushed me with more questions.

“So what happened between you and Angry Man?”

“Evan. His name is Evan.”

“Evan. That name sucks, no wonder he was so angry,” he said this as he leaned his long legs out and placed his arm over the back of my chair. He took up most of the loveseat he was that big.

I tried not to think about how well-endowed he was in general as I tried to decide how much to tell him and how much not to tell him.

“Nothing really happened between us.”

“He dumped you?”

I hit him with a throw pillow.

Jude grunted. “His loss.”

I wasn’t expecting that response and I was relieved when he seemed to be distracted by the picture frames on my faux mantle.

“Who’s this?”

I got up and walked behind him. I peeked around and smiled as I took the picture from his hand.

“That’s my aunt and my cousin, Leslie.”

“You guys must be close.”

I nodded. “She raised me.”

“Oh. What happened to your parents?”

“I never knew them really.”

“I’m so sorry.”

My phone rang then and I happily answered. It was the housekeeping service calling me to confirm some information. I spoke to them briefly, glad for the reprieve. I didn’t want to talk about my parents.

“We have to get going, the housekeeper will be there in ten minutes. Someone needs to let them in.

Two hourslater Jude’s loft was shiny and clean.

The guestroom was on the opposite side of the kitchen and I sat my bags in there. When I turned around I found Jude leaning up against the door with a frown on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Come with me.”

I followed him not knowing what was wrong. I frowned at him when he stopped in front of his bedroom door.

“Is this some pitiful form of seduction?”

“No, not at all.”