“He doesn’t want the responsibility of making anyone else happy. He’s guarded. A lot of women want him for his money, and he’s more than well aware of that.” It’s not the money I want. It’s his huge jackhammer d**k, I think to myself.
“Why would any woman chase a man just for his money? It’s an absurd way to live.” I tut.
She sips her wine as she studies my face. “Do you know anything about Julian’s money, or about the Masters Group, dear?”
“No, and I don’t want to. Just talking about money makes me uncomfortable.”
She smiles, as if impressed, making me feel like I’m at a job interview.
Our meals arrive. “About those tips you have,” I say as I take my first mouthful, of food. I know I shouldn’t be hinting, but this is need to know information. I could sell it on the black market.
She
