Marrying My Billionaire Hookup - Nadia Lee Page 0,56
doctor first before you exercise. Never can be careful enough…”
“Thank you.” He couldn’t care less about what happens to the baby. I’m certain he’s afraid of a lawsuit if it looks like he recommended I play the sport.
We walk inside. The place is large and airy, with lots of sleek modern touches. Chrome and glass and huge tiles and marble. The colors are neutral and inoffensive. It won’t be too terrible if Edgar gets stuck with it because he should be able to dispose of it fairly quickly.
Then we reach the master bedroom with a recessed tray ceiling. I check out the overall feel of the room, while Edgar goes to look at the bathroom and the walk-in closet. Very nice. Soothing greens and blues. The light fixtures are contemporary, with minimalist aesthetics. Given Edgar’s preference for understated and serious, this is perfect.
“What are you looking for?” Rick whispers to me, instead of tagging Edgar to impress him with all the amazing things about this particular house.
I point at myself. “Me? What makes you think this is about me?”
“Come on. When a man is looking for a place with the woman he plans to live with, it’s always about her. Unless he’s an asshole, but you’re too smart to move in with an asshole. So, what’s your dream home?”
Wow. Rick is smarter and more insightful than I thought. No wonder he’s so good at his job. And he deserves my help for not acting like my presence is an afterthought. But dream home? I don’t know what that would be, not on a scale that’s going to fit Edgar’s social standing.
What I’ve always envisioned is that I’m going to have the kind of life my parents do. And they live in a normal middle-class home with five bedrooms, a den and a small yard with a one-car garage. So I thought I’d have something like that, not this nine-bedroom structure with a pool, a cottage and a tennis court. I’m sure there’s also a multi-car garage.
Picturing myself here is… Well, it’s beyond me at this point. Especially when the man who wants me to move in with him has told everyone in my family he doesn’t love me.
“Whatever Edgar likes is fine,” I say finally.
Rick groans like I’ve stabbed him in the belly. “Oh, come on.”
“I’m really not that picky.”
He snorts. “I’ve seen the way you dress. You’re not low-maintenance enough to accept whatever he picks out. You’re going to object at the very last minute, denying me—”
Before he can finish, Edgar walks out of the closet. Rick immediately shuts his mouth and shoots both of us a radiant smile that seems one hundred percent genuine.
He’s really good.
“So.” He clasps his hands together. “What do you think?”
“Unacceptable,” Edgar says instantly. “We’ll go to the next one.”
Huh. What’s wrong with the house?
“May I ask what you don’t like about this place?” Rick says. “It’s a bit small, but it has a lot of great features I haven’t shown you yet.”
Edgar cocks an eyebrow, the gesture the definition of pure arrogance and authority—how dare you question my decision.
Damn, it’s sexy in a domineering way. Which is weird because usually I don’t like it when guys get overbearing. Must be the hormones.
Rick’s smile falters for a second, but he recovers. He’s a pro. “It’ll help me narrow your options.”
“The closet’s too small, and there’s no connecting dressing room. Jo is a fashion consultant. She’s going to need more space for clothes, shoes and accessories. They’re important for her work.”
My heart does a little pitter-patter and throws flower petals in the air. Lots of people think my job is just…silly. Not that important. After all, I’m somebody who dresses others who can’t dress themselves. Even some of my exes were dismissive, which is why I broke up with them so fast.
But here’s Edgar, easily the most accomplished of all the men I’ve ever dated. Who runs a multibillion-dollar company. And he isn’t throwing out some platitude. He’s showing real respect for the career I’ve worked so hard to build.
It makes me unbelievably hot. I wish we were alone so I could kiss him on the mouth. Just to let him know how much I appreciate his support.
“I see,” Rick says, giving me a sidelong glance. I told you that you were a factor in his decision. “I have just the thing, but…it’s not for rent. Sale only.”
“That isn’t a problem,” Edgar says.
Wait, he shouldn’t be buying something that suits me. “But—”